Blake 💀🖕

Chapter #16

Jack's pov:
I stare at the shirt before I finally decide that I might as well just put it on without making it a huge deal.

After I strip out of my shirt and throw on Chris', I open the door of the bathroom stall to give him mine. He leans on a wall opposite of the stall, looking down at his black phone. He doesn't look that he cares about the fact he has no shirt on. Before I can take my chance to give my gray shirt to him, I hear a loud bang.

BAM!

I turn my head to see a older looking woman, probably 20 to 30 years of age, stumbling into here. She wearing a sparkling pink dress that ends by her thighs. Her thin body is covered with needle marks and some light tan freckles. Her legs are covered with bruises. Her arms and face as well. She has makeup and  something wet dripping off her face and onto neck and chest. Her hair is all over the place.
The dirty blonde hair also kinda just hangs over her small shoulders and her face. I hear her sobbing.

I look back to Chris to see him looking back at me with a look of sympathy or something. He walks over to me and takes my shirt out of my hand. He throws it over himself before clearing his throat.

The woman looks up to us. She looks startled, but then scared. Her eyes have this grayness to them. It's obvious that she is crying, and this makes my heart sink.

"I-I'm so sorry... I must have..." she mumbles as she looks over to Chris. He says in a loud voice, "It's okay... we were just leavi-" Before he can finish his sentence, we hear a guy yelling.

The woman stiffens up. She then starts to shake. I look over to where Chris was just standing, looking for his leather jacket. When I finally see it, I walk over and grab it. Chris doesn't say anything as I then walk over to the woman. As I inch closer to her, I can see more and more bruises and even some cuts on her pale freckled skin.

When I'm finally at her side, I reach my right hand out to her shoulder. She flinches as I say, "Shh, it's okay." I repeat those words as she lets me put Chris' jacket around her. She nods as I do so.

"Who did this to you?" I ask her. She shakes her head before she smiles, "No one."

"Who did this to you." I say, rather than ask. She looks at me, probably debating whether to actually tell me. After a minute or two, she looks down to the dirty floor. "My boyfriend..."

My heart sinks even more.

"Umm, how are you doing... are you okay?" I ask her, not knowing what to do now. She looks absolutely horrible.

I don't notice Chris walking towards the door of the bathroom until he speaks up. "Jack... c'mon dude. We have to go. You have a fight to go to." I glare at him.

Doesn't he see this poor woman in front of him?

Chris's pov;
Damn it Jack. I thought you were smarter than this. What the fuck is wrong with you? Don't you know not to talk to a prostitute?

I try to ignore the lady. But I can't help but to glance at her a little. A stinging sensation lashes throughout my chest as I continue to watch her.

She looks just like mom...

I look away, trying not to get angry or even sad. I've seen her "working" around here for a long time, actually since I started this fighting gig.

Hell...

Jack's pov;
I look back at the woman to see a tear escaping her left eye, which is bruised. "What's your name?"

I look over to Chris, surprised to hear him ask that.

"It... it's Sunshine," she says.

"Your real name..." Chris says with a rising voice. As if he is getting upset.

"Sunshine" still stares at the floor. "It's Ashley, Ashley Wilson..."

"Well, you hungry?" Chris asks. Ashley nods. Chris then smiles and looks over to me. "We can go get some nachos and beer while Jack kicks some guy's ass." He says while he opens the door. Ashley laughs a little, following Chris. I suddenly remember that I'm suppose to fight. My face redens with embarrassment.

What if I lose?

Blake's pov;
"Hey baby, I can make you feel real good~!" Some low-life says as I walk through the crowd of drunken men. I roll my eyes.

I make my way to the bar where Tollgach; or what Chris calls him,  Bob should be. When I make it to the counter, some guy stands where Tollgach usually is.

"Hey, where is Tollgach?" I yell at the guy so he can hear me over the shouting and music that consumes this vacate lot.

"He's on break, what do you want?" The guy asks. "The deadliest poison you got, and the names of the fighters for tonight." I tell the guy.

***
I take another sip of the fireball whiskey mixed in with strawberry flavored vodka as the guy reads off of some paper that has all of the fighters that are supposed to be here. "-And then the last guy is... umm, Sac- NO. Jack." I raise an eyebrow.

"Umm, okay. Thanks. Now put me down, I wanna fight." I say, a little startled to even hear that name. I mean, it's uncommon for someone to use their actual name for this kind of thing. Eh, maybe it's not their name...

The distant memory of staring at Jack's light blue eyes as his left hand was pulling my hand close to his neck and his right hand on my waist, pulling me close to him as Kathy's loverboy tried to punch me is now invading my head.

As I recall that event of me pulling him into my boobs, I feel heat rising in my face, chest, neck and ears. I shake my head from side to side slowly as I try to forget that guy.

"Hey, are you okay?" I look at the bartender, remembering that I was right in front of him. "Huh- oh, yea- yes! Just..."

I attempt to regain my train of thought. "Just... just... add me down..." I repeat the order.

"Love too, but who are you?"

My mouth drops. WHO AM I?! HOW THE HELL DOESN'T HE KNOW?!

"Umm, are you new around here?" I begin questioning him. "Yeah... kinda."

"Oh...well, okay..." and that explains why I've never seen this dude. "..."

Both of us remain silent as I debate on how I should tell this guy that I'm the "champion" of this fighting ring.

"Just put down 'BFR'" I take another swig at my poison.