Falling For The Dangerous

This is Blaise's story aka Dyl's older twin brother.

Hope you guys like it and this story is going to be serious with a hint of humor :P

now enjoy the show.... (:

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Breathe. Kick. Throw. Breathe. Repeat.

I kept on chanting in my head.

Swift kick. Upper throw.

Knee thrust. Hook.

"Damn Blaise the punching bag isn't going to run away babe." I roll my eyes, slipping off my rider gloves. 

I usually couldn't stand it when people interrupted me when I was in such an intense moment. 

The Underground, a place where kids with messed up lives vent out their anger. People take therapy, I take throws to a bag or even better an actual jackass who thinks they can stand against me.

I have been illegally fighting for over three years now, give or take. Every time I feel like everything becomes too much I practically drift here. 

Peak, Ryden, Aaron, and my amazingly annoying twin, Dyl have no clue what I do-- well I hope they don't know. I've learned that a facial mask is very good at hiding bruises although my body especially my ribs have not been able to be covered thus I keep my shirt on unless a female wants some attention. If you know what I mean.

I don't think they understand the level of anger I possess; sometimes I worry that one day I will take it out on the wrong person. So far, so good. Hopefully, I didn't jinx it.

Like the day I found out Chance returned, it was like a bomb went off inside me and I was out for revenge.

My hate for him has grown since the day he left Dyl. Her cries echo in my mind, taunting me that I couldn't save my sister from the thing I tried to shield her away from. Yeah, love just happens but heartbreak can be prevented.

I was truly out of control when I took out my anger on him; it's like I knew I should stop but my body kept on throwing punches. My throat clenches whenever I see the scar I left on his upper arm- technically glass did that but he got on the floor because of me and my stupidity.

All that happened because he supposedly loved my sister.

Personally, I don't believe love exists. I think it's an emotion people seek out to give them a reason to be happy. I mean I'm happy when ever I have the time to take out my anger in the make shift ring so I guess I love the ring or the thought of fighting.

Besides I live by my motto; family over pride.

Family is the only thing I actually love, they showed me that they will never abandon me and I will die proving to them that I will never leave them behind for anyone or anything.

"Hello babe- I was talking to you?" A feminine voice takes me out of my musings.

The voice belongs to my current fling; Jessica, also known as Reeve's daughter, who just happens to own The Underground. She is pretty with her endless legs, perky ass, shining brown lustful eyes, and her cropped black hair only negative about her was she likes sex and I mean like a lot of sex, not that I'm complaining though, it's just similar to a hormonal fourteen year old boy although she is nineteen and for sure not a boy. Yeah, I dig older chicks- they are shall I say more experienced in the bedroom.

 "I'm sorry baby, I was just thinking over some things. And it's slightly stressful." I state, falling back into the old rusty metal chair, that was up against the wall.