The distressed love

Chapter 4: Attraction

Ryland p.o.v:

Everything about him was crazy attractive, I wish I had stories to tell of my own. Actually I do it's just not plastered to my body like his. I wanted to ask him about the scars but I don't know him and it's non of my business. I just couldn't help but to admire him, even though he looked troubled. I saw him having trouble putting on the tape that was displayed on the table beside him.
I walked over and smiled, I was behind him so I know he felt my presence.

"Hey ugh do you need help?" I asked nervously

"Ugh yes, please." He said gratefully he looked at me with kind eyes.

He was beautiful, Well handsome but yet again he was beautiful. He had a nice clean cut beard and mustache. I know, I know, I can't help but say that over again because well not many people out here in this town are attractive.

" What's your name? If you don't mind me asking..." I said sheepishly I wanted to have a conversation so it wouldn't be all creepy quiet.

"Marchaney Kim, yours?" He was so quiet yet his voice projected so I could hear it only.

"Ryland Warm." I said proudly, I actually liked my name. It was unique.

He didn't say anything afterwards, just silence. I wanted to ask more questions but I didn't know him that well to be all in his business but I was just quite curious. Why does he have scars on his back ? Why a man like him looked so hurt in the eyes but yet unbothered ? I wanted to know secretly.

" So..... well uh if you need anything I'll be here, we'll not here over there in the ring but yeah I'll be here if you need me but it seems as though you may not but who kno-" he put his finger to my lips and looked at me smirking .

"Your rambling if I need anything I'll ask you or figure it out my self " he said he had an accent, like a French accent. It wasnt that strong but it was there and it was smooth, It surprised me.

"I- oh ok" I couldn't stop the blush that came, I couldn't, I looked in his eyes and there held secrets that could break your heart and make you rethink life over. He looked surprised but he covered it up and smiled .

I slowly backed away and turned around to walk to where I needed to be. I could hear him chuckling at my embarrassment. Oh lord this is gonna be a long night.

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I would never think a guy like him would show interest in somebody like me, or talk to me period. I went to my room to check off another day that my parents have yet to return. I think it's sad to do this but I need them even though I know they won't come back. How could they abandon their child ? how could they leave me alone in this cruel cold world ? Why would they leave their twelve year old daughter in the house by her self !? Did they think that was the right thing to do?

I get angry every time I think about it. That's why I box, this is why I'm a boxer. I fight and I love it. I fight, fight and fight till my knuckles are purple, bloody and bruised up. I fight till my ankles give out and they ache. I fight till my head is bumping and thumping. I fight till I cry. I fight till there's nothing left of me.