Ever since she was little, Jess has been living with her father. A mentally deranged man who has turned to drugs since the tragic death of her mother when she was a child. But not everything is as it seems.
Enter Jason Storms; debonair, rich, badas...
Dedicated to mrshoranmendesoffic I hope your ovaries survive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jason's PoV "FUCK."
I slammed my hands down on the table and stood up. My friends cheering in the background.
"THAT WAS A SHIT CALL."
We were all screaming at the tv for different reasons. Me because the refs made a bad call, my friends, because their team just got the ball back.
This is bullshit.
AND THEY MADE THE TOUCHDOWN FUCK. I just lost a fifty.
After the game I ushered all of them out of the house since I had practice today with my trainer at the gym, and I didn't want to be late again.
He was evil. *shudders*
As I was slipping on my workout gear I heard footsteps rushing towards my room. Probably Enya. She hadn't changed over the years, she had just grown taller. It was actually a little weird but hey, she was my best friend.
" OOOOOHH JASON!" I heard her voice screech as she suddenly threw open the door to my room and tackled me.
"Hey Enya, off please." I asked her as she was rambling about her day. Pinning me to the floor so I couldn't get ready was causing me to loose time. But I wasn't gonna flip on top of her. I did it once and she had the biggest anxiety attack ever.
And it was thanks to my fucking father. To this day I'm still angry at him. He hurt my mom. He hurt Enya. He hurt hundreds of innocent girls, just for his sick pleasure. I would never become like him.
I might be a bad ass but never would I harm a woman. I was raised better than that.
I snapped out of my train of thought and gently pushed her off of me, " Enya I gotta go. Text me I'll answer." I gathered my gear and left the house not waiting for her answer. I was late to practice and I knew I was going to be exhausted.
When I arrived at the gym, there was shouting going on in the office, but I ignored it and went to the locker rooms to store my bag. He locker rooms were gross, unclean and smelt like a donkeys unkempt ass. All in all it was horrible, and even the lockers suck.
It was a small unknown gym, perfect for underground fighting. But the trainers here sucked. They had horrible tempers and were harsh on their trainees. But I didn't know any other place that had any underground trainers.
I didn't get many fights. As this was a small gym they didn't have many connections, so that means less fight time. I had fought about 5 times in the past year, and each time I won. But they weren't good opponents, and it was boring.
Walking out to the punching bags I began my warm ups waiting for my trainer to walk in and give me hell.
I heard the office door slam open as I was continuing my warm ups, and feet stomped in my direction.
"Jason get the fuck out I quit!" My trainer yelled at me and I froze.
"What the fuck do you mean you quit what happened!"
"You aren't worth the trouble to train go find a different trainer!" He boomed and he stalked out of the gym, slamming the door on the way out.
I was pissed. I payed him to train me and he pussies out?! How dare he! I stormed into the locker rooms grabbed my shit and left as quickly as possible. As i was driving around to blow off steam in my 2018 dodge Demon, I decided to speed around to the better part of the city.
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As I was driving I saw what looked like a really nice gym, but it had heavy doors. My curiosity getting the better of me, I pulled up next to a motorcycle and parked my car. The out side of the gym was nice, and I could only imagine what was inside.
I pushed on the heavy doors and walked in to see a large gym fit with a boxing arena, warm up/ practice area and a weights section. It was niiice. Go I hope they have trainers. I wandered around a bit and headed towards what could've been a medical room.
I was hearing a Bingham of shouting that sounded like an injured woman and I became worried. Why is there a woman here? Everything quieted down suddenly and I heard groans.
I rushed into the room to see what looked to be about 6 guys holding down a girl with her shirt off. And I was horrified. She had injuries all of liver her body, and she looked like she had given up.
Pissed off I yelled out.
"RAPE IS ILLEGAL!"
All of their heads snapped to me and they all looked confused.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" A guy covered in tattoos and a mop of black hair questioned.
"Why the fuck are you all holding her down let her up," I hissed, I can't believe that people would actually try and do this shit.
"Whoa buddy we are treating her injuries," a darker skinned guys spoke," question is why are you here."
"I'll talk when you let the girl go."
They all looked at each other and shrugged taking out some ice packs and wraps. Ignoring me.
"Now Jess you need to stay ducking still so we can fix your ribs. It's gonna hurt hun." A guys with a youngish baby face said calmly to the girl.
"Oh fuck off ass, I've been through worse."
I cocked an eyebrow in surprise as I watched and listened. Now that I looked closer, she was wearing work out heard and was muscular. She might work out hear regularly.
"Jess we are just trying to help. If you had asked for help sooner you wouldn't be having this problem now sit still," one of the guys snapped at her.
Looks like introductions are going to have to wait until later. This girl seemed really interesting, but I wasn't going to interrupt medical treatment. Especially when she looked like she could keel over any second.
