A part of me

Chapter Twenty Nine

I jerked my hand away from the referee as I glared at the cheering crowd in disgust. I quickly took off the bandage that wrapped my knuckles and jumped out of the ring.

"This isn't me, I can't let them change me." I chant in my head as I force my way through the crowd to find my friends. With my friends in sight I increase my speed, and force of shoving only to get roughly pulled back. I turned around ready to blow up on the culprit when I realized who I was up against. My dearest older brother.

"Isaiah." I spit and served him my cold hard glare. I glanced at his hand still pressing harshly against my arm and raised my eyebrow. Following my eyes he releases his hand and takes a small step back. Smart move. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just beat your ass right here right now?" I threatened, smirking slightly when his lips curved and played a sad smile. He took a deep breath before speaking, "Just because you win a fight doesn't mean you can win one against me. Did you forget? I trained YOU little sis not the other way around." He crossed his arms around his chest clearly satisfied with his response.

"Actually we trained her." A low voice cut in from behind me. I turned around and saw all the boys stood beside me, jaws clenched. I turned back around to face my brother and mimicked their stance. "I looked up to you." I stated hoping to get some sort of closure. "Good thing too, you would have never became the girl you are today without me and dad." The cocky bastard hiding out in Isaiah's body spoke. My glare grew stronger as my palms started to grow pink from how hard my fingers were digging.

"You know what big brother of mine?" You talk a big game but why don't we see who'll really win. You vs me, what'd ya say?" I challenged. Any normal day I would not have challenged my brother but I feel like I actually have a chance. I have so much emotion bottled in me along with the support of my mom and friends.

"No." He replies simply. I almost laugh, "What afraid that I really will leave your ass on the floor and become daddy's new favorite?" I tease hoping to press his buttons. Something in him twitched and if I wasn't so angry I'd run away scared, but not this time. I hold my own and glare just as harsh right back at him. He walks up close to me, his frame towering over mine, as on instinct Jason puts his arm around my waist to warn Isaiah. This action only makes Isaiah laugh before whispering in my ear, "You want a fight, you got one. Don't say I didn't give you a chance to walk away."

He backs away still looking at me as I flip him off. He rolls his eyes and walks away, probably to go find our father. I looked up and saw Jason's eyes filled with worry. Then it dawned on me, what if I don't win?