Fight Code

FC 1

(Pic of Riae)

The dimly lit gym was straining my eyes, as I finished the few sets I had for myself. Sweat pooled between my legs, after running over my black sports bra and shorts. More then enough machines to work every muscle to the bone. Punching and kicking bags, hung in a well spaced out area in the back. Mirrors lined two of the walls, showing every angle.

    The black rubber mats, cushioned under my black and grey sneakers. Grabbing a jump rope, spacing my feet before starting out slow. I had moved from Indiana where my mother lived with her boyfriend, to the interesting city of cape cod. It was a change for me, and even more so now, that I was working in my fathers fighting gym.

    Him and my mom split up a few years after I was born, I was to young to remember why. But they told me time, and time again it wasn’t my fault. The gym was large, with two stories. The lower half were people checked in, bathrooms were on both levels. The ring was upstairs, looking over the lower level of the gym. Lockers were set up in both bathrooms. My fathers office was on the top floor, along with mine.

    A few vending machines, places right as you walked came in. I had already known everything about fighting, being I use to work at a smaller gym in Indiana. On my free time I worked doing tattoos, having a few myself. My art was away to express myself, my father didn’t seem to mind them as much as my mother did. Dad was a well build fifty year old, his black hair intensified his looks. Deep green eyes like me, held peoples attention even if they didn’t want it. His knuckles had seen a lot of punching bags, along with a few faces.

    Being the youngest child out of six, and the only girl. My brothers were somewhat into the fighting, I had watched them a few times in junior matches. Bradley was the oldest, looking just like dad. All my brother were big boys, packing on the muscle and working out in their free time. On top of that they all worked at the junk yard down the road, since it was another thing dad bought. Craig was the second oldest, and tall standing a good 6ft. Blue eyes and brown hair. Next was Grant followed by his almost double Leo. They weren’t twins, but everyone took them for one. Matching green eyes with dirty blonde hair like our mom. Vick was the youngest, and closest to me. He could have been my double, with matching green eyes and chocolate brown hair.

    Tom also known as our father, was like some kind of guru for my brothers. They looked up to him, and their late night talks about fighting and sports were nothing new to me. I had to admit it was better then listening to my mothers new toy, talk about the depths of the lawyer world. He had a big name to up hold, since his father was a even bigger lawyer then him. It was just another reason why I was proud my father was a fight trainer. Had he been a lawyer or a doctor, I might have been screwed. My tattoos didn’t make getting a job easy, and most often then not I was looked upon like a rebel. Or some kind of delinquent, far from the case. Having an associates degree along with a bachelors, dad had said he didn’t rise stupid.

    My brothers also had a few degrees under their belts, and would laugh when I start spewing unknown knowledge at them. I lived on my own, but would eat dinners at dads with the guys. It was like family time, only better. Cause I could still go home, sleep in my own bed and wake up to silence. Instead of screaming men in boxers or tightie whities. The thought made a shiver run over me, last thing I wanted to wake up to was the sight of all five of my brothers in their underwear.

Kill me…..

Its been about two months since I started working for my dad, mostly I do paperwork. Only getting to work out when the place is closed. Dad wasn’t ready for the on slaughter of males to come at me with ‘can I date you’ and ‘where have you been all my life?’ It was funny cause he still saw me as his baby girl, even though I am well over the legal age limit. He did however give me three older men to work with, they still fought and looked better then some of the younger guys who trained.