Fight Code

FC 22

“Sorry guys. I’m fine. Were taking a break from training to day. Since the fight is tomorrow, I thought I would treat you guys to something my father would do for me before a match” She gave them a half smile, as she was still slightly red in the face. Standing up the twins mirrored her, walking out the door jogging down. Sara was chewing her lip, as she walked over to Riae.
    “Yes?” She asked, rubbing her neck.

    “This just came in for you” Handing her a small piece of paper. Opening it her eyes scan over, before its crumbled. Shaking Sara looks worried, as she takes a step back.
    “Riae?” She whispers.

    “Excuse me” Grinding her teeth, she stalks off into the spare room they normally use. Sara quickly rushes to the desk, picking up the phone hitting a button.
    “Sir, she’s….” Nodding she hung the phone up, just as her fathers door opens. Running down the stairs, Sara points to the back room. Following him the twins freeze as Riae is full on attacking the punching bag, her knuckles covered in blood. Swinging her leg out it cracks, connecting with the center of the bag rocking it back and forth.

    “RIAE, ENOUGH”  Her father yells. Another loud crack as she repeats her movements. Then another, followed by two more. Moving to her side, he grabs her arm only to have her push him away. Tears are pouring down her face, as she pivots her body.

    “RIAE NOO. DON’T” He yells reaching to get up. The loud thundering crack, echo’s through the room before the bag rips pouring sand to the wooden floor. Gripping the top half of the bag, her father curses. Dropping to the floor, her left knee twisted out of shape the twins run to her. Her fingers grip the fallen sand, as she looks up at them.

    “Get her out of here, she doesn’t need to come back today” Her father yells, getting to his feet. Nodding cause the twins don’t need to be told twice, Owen picks her up. Opening the door for them Van waits, opening the door out of the gym as they head to the car.
    “I need to go home first” She whimpers. Looking over at his brother, he nods. Parking in her lot, they get her into the apartment. Placing her down, she stumbles bracing herself on the table.
    “Sorry guys” She mumbles.   

    “What were you thinking” Owen growls quietly.
    “What happened Riae?” Van asks, as they watch her shuffle to the bathroom. Keeping their hands ready to catch her at a drop of a hat, she makes it into the small room sitting on the toilet seat lid.

    “Its nothing” She huffs, opening the side cabinet. Leaning on the frame, they watch her grab for a few things before standing back up. Resting her left shoulder on the wall, lacing her fingers into the tight pants she pulls them down. It would have been sexually stimulating if they hadn’t of noticed the huge black and blue swelling knee cap.
    “Shit” They both said. She giggled, sitting back down.
    “This isn’t funny Riae” Owen barked.

    “It is a little bit” Grabbing some rubbing cream, as her hands slowly working on her bad knee. Biting her lip she sighed, taking her hands away, before wrapping the knee with a nude colored bandage. Lifting up she reached for them, taking her hands helping her out.
    “Bedroom” She pleaded, slowly walking her to the bedroom. She walked them to a dresser, opening the bottom draw pulling out a metal brace.
    “Riae?” Van asked, eyeing the contraption.
    “Its fine guys” Sitting on the floor, after she grabbed a pair of jeans from the closet. Pulling the pants up, her bad leg moving slower. Hooking the brace over her jeans, she twisted the bolts. Gripping the dresser, pulling herself up.

    “I don’t know where you think your going” Owen huffed, taking her hand.
    “I told you I have to get you guys ready for tomorrow”
    “No, your knee looks like pounded flesh. The only thing your doing is relaxing in that bed.” Snapping at her. Turning her gaze to Owen, she touched his face softly before slapping him. Causing his mouth to open.