As soon as Zachary had left, Cam went sombre. Though before he left, he informed her of his returning. Cam waved goodbye while he sprinted down her street. She released a tiresome sigh when she couldn't see his running figure. Clara who had been asleep, woke up with a loud cry which made Cam jump. She rushed upstairs to see what was happening. Clara was leaning her head against the headboard with a lumpy substance over her mouth. Cam peered to the side to see a small puddle of sick. Immediately, she covered her nose with her hands.
"Get out" Clara began to speak up. Cam eyed her mother shocked. It wasn't her fault that her mum could be childish enough to drink late, then not expect to throw up. Disgusted, she obliged to her Clara's demand and left the room. In the hallway, Cam paced judging whether or not to call Zach. She didn't. She couldn't bother him with her problems. And so she went to her room to go to sleep, ready for school the next day.
Zach didn't go home. He had lied to his girl and he didn't regret it. She wouldn't find out about him. His next match was at a warehouse down Golvin street, which was good for him since it wasn't too far. Adrian, his father, wasn't a translator all his life. Zach found him to be a massive street fighter. He'd caught him in the ring with another man, both bloodied but Zach knew his father was to win. Because he was quick, sufficient and brutal. And he did win, the crowd applauded, throwing money into the air. Zach was mesmerised. Zach was inspired.
The warehouse was in appalling condition. The once white coating was now chipped to give it a hollow look. The inside wasn't much different. Though, it'd been supplied with dim lit light bulbs hung in random places and a stage in the centre. Zach spotted the audience around it. They were placing their bets, their whispers clogging up the big room. Zach snarled at the stupidity of the crowd. There would only be one winner. Him.
A tall man with an uneven moustache and tattoos spilt all over his arms approached Zachary. "I've gotta give it to you man, reclaiming your father's legacy. I've got thousands on you, don't mess up" Zach grinned, Victor had nothing to worry about. "Now, go up there and fight!" Victor pushed him into the ring and clapped along with everyone else. Aric, Zach's opponent, was a short man with bulky arms and a fat neck. He glared, nostrils flared. The ref held up a red flag to start the fight.
Aric paced towards Zach and threw a punch. Zach seethed with pain, stumbling back. In the corner of the room, Victor was shaking his head. Zachary hated losing because of the disappointment, he would try not to lose. Zach straightened up and dribbled to the side of Aric, knocking him hard. Although the punch was hard enough to leave severe bruises, Aric didn't falter. Instead, he laughed and dived into Zach's face. The egyptian boys' jaw cracked. He fell to the floor, blur overtaking his eyesight.
