To Be Free

Old Aquaintences

  I cursed under my breath after I dropped Sebastian off. Then I asked myself why I was cursing under my breath, when it's not like anyone will hear me... Nor did I care. But I was late to my first fight of the week and I was probably going to be eaten alive by the ringmaster.

  You see in this town, the underground fighting we had is more than illegal. There were drugs, alcohol, whores and more. That shit didn't bother me though, I only went for the fighting... Well that and the money.

  Depending on your skill level and how quickly you won the fight, you're paid an exceptionally large amount of cash. Sure, it's probably all illegal money, but once it leaves the boundary of the building, no one questions it.

  I pulled up, threw my hood over my head and ran up to the door. The bouncer gave me a once over and then opened the door for me without a second glance.

  I ducked into the crowd, weaving in between many people and things that would scar a normal person. I finally located my room that was labeled "Basically Royalty." Don't ask me, I don't make the rules around here, I just beat people up.

I slipped my jacket off and adjusted my sports bra. I slicked my hair back into a ponytail and secured my baby hairs with bobby pins. While I don't like being a basic white girl, I think we can all agree that baby hairs are the worst. Hashtag first world problems.

I looked in the mirror and felt pretty satisfied with my attire. I slipped out of the door and wound my way through the thick crowd once more. I was around three feet from the ring when my name was announced for the upcoming fight. Good, I guess I wasn't late.

"Up next we have the one, the only, the feared, KATERINA!" The crowd began to roar at his words. Apparently, my fans decided to come this time... And by fans I mean a bunch of drunks who like winning and always place their bet money on me.

Slipping through the ropes, I assessed my opponent quickly. Tonight it was a large, muscle filled guy. His butt was pretty great, but I was more excited to beat it than I was to be looking at it.

The fight took me less than fifty-two seconds. He had gotten a good hit on my nose, but I reveled in the crowd's love as they cheered my name over and over at the end. I hopped through the ropes and slipped my wraps off of one hand so that I could hold my nose.

Walking through the hallway, I used my old wraps for my nose to prevent it from soaking the floor in blood while I walked down to my room. The guy's hand had obliterated my nose, and unfortunately, I had a hunch that it was broken.

I looked in the mirror and laughed to myself. My hair was wildly stuck out everywhere and my nose was starting to bruise all the way across my face and under my eyes. I looked like a hot mess.

Stuffing toilet paper in my nose, I made my way out of my room once more to get on my motorcycle and get out of here.

What I hadn't expected to see was a certain guy leaning right next to it. His best friend stood beside him, dangerously close to my vehicle. I pulled the toilet paper out and pulled my hair down as I walked closer.

"Get the hell away from my baby." I growled.

His friend just chuckled, "Which one?"

"The only one I have, asshole. My vehicular baby."

The main guy, who happened to be my ex boyfriend stood up straighter in my presence. He walked over to me slowly. My muscles tensed and caused my fists to clench. He didn't stop until the toe of his boots were against my nikes.

"What. Do you. Want." I said as more of a statement.

"I want you. I thought about what happened between us, and I decided that I regret it. I want you back. We were perfect for eachother! Do you remember? I miss you. Come back to me, please!" He said while trying to clasp my hands in his own.

"All that stuff you just said, did you not notice it was past tense? Or have the drugs just killed that many brain cells?"

Story time!

This ex boyfriend of mine and I met around four years ago. His name was Jessie Grey. He was mean, I was mean, I thought we were perfect for eachother. Little did I know, Jessie was a head gang leader who specialized in drugs, booze, and whores. While I'm open to a lot of things, walking in on your boyfriend snorting cocaine off of the bare chest of some random Brazilian coke whore is not the best way to maintain the correct sanity to have a relationship.

Jessie freaked out when I broke up with him. He texted me everyday, sent me flowers, and kept doing things to stay close to me. I did the exact opposite and he eventually got so frustrated that he resorted to stalking me.

I ended up catching him in my tree outside of my house. I beat the crap out of him and the cops showed up not long after that. As far as I knew he was in jail, yet here he stood in front of me asking, no, begging me to take him back.

My brain struggled to function for a moment before I drew a cigarette out of my pocket and lit it. I hadn't smoked in months... It's not good for fighting, yet here I was. Calm and focused once more, I brushed past Jessie and threw my legs over the leather seat on my motorcycle.

Jessie went to stop me, but as I pulled further into the distance I heard him yell, "This won't be the last time you see me Katarina! You'll love me again, I know it."

I, of course rolled my eyes and continued home. I took the long way just in case he tried to follow me, but the only thing my mind fell back to was planning my next lesson for Sebastian.