Bad-to-the-bone

Chapter One - The Ring

Her employer, Rick, is a 35 year old Latino gambling in street fights. He saw her the first time she had left the house. He witnessed her releasing out her anger on a defenseless wall that left a massive whole. He saw the potential she had and took her under his wing. He trained her then put her in the ring when she was ready. Remy went along with it all. She didn't care who she was fighting or the amount of money she'd make. She just wanted to forget. Fighting was her drug, her escape.

A man appeared from the door next to her. "You ready?"

She nodded in response and followed him inside. They had entered the side door to the locker which contained benches in between the red lockers plastered on the wall. She took off her hoodie exposing her grey tank tee and black shirts. After tying her boxing gloves, Rick put his arm around her neck and brought her in for a huddle.

"Okay. So heres how it's gonna go down. Your going up against Xavier Toronto. He's tough but his left punch is weak. Now, he likes to be in control so he'll try to contain you in the corner of the ring. "

"Got it." Remy said with a deadpan face.

"Hit him where it hurts and do me proud." He said before patting her back and leading her to the ring.

She slid under the bottom ropes and stood onto the floorboard. Coming face to face with her apponent. The bell rang, signaling the start of the match, she planned out the whole match. With the first blow she'd block. The second she would block then attack his weak point. Using what coach said she'd let him lead her into a corner and throw him off his game by using the ropes to slide under him and sliding her leg in one swift move to trip him. After his back his the floor she sat on top of him and punched him until blood ran down his face. At that point the referee would be forcing her off of him. And it happened just like that. He fell for her trap and left her victorious.

After her first match she did another then another until she couldn't stand. Until it was all out of her system. But Remy did not approach all of her matches the same and neither did they play out the same way. She had so many over the year's that sometimes she'd just space out and completely forget what happened. Only that there was a body on the floor and the referee holding her up in victory. The crowd circling the ring cheering and booing her name.

After her last match she went back to her cage. Climbing up her white lattice fence to the second floor where her bedroom lies. When she arrives at the window she slowly slides it open and hops into the room. She knew her mother would be passed out by now. It being 3 o'clock in the morning.

She had painted her room black and stuck posters of her quotes and her favorite rock bands. Her My Chemical Romance poster is her favorite and was hung next to her bedside. Her foster mother never bought furniture so all there was was a mattress pushed up against the wall under the window, a closet, and trash bags filled with Remy's clothes. With all the money she had earned from fighting she could've bought herself dresser and a mirror but she  didn't want to risk Georgia asking how she got the money to pay for it.

Remy took a quick shower, changed, and headed to bed. Burying her face in her pillow she sang herself to sleep. Another day come and gone.