I really saw an angel..
I glanced at the clock on my bedside table.
6:45 P.M.
I grab my black leather jacket and put it on. I spot my sunglasses and decide to be cautious today by putting them on as well. Could never be too careful.
As I'm headed outside I give myself a quick look before leaving. I definitely look like a douchebag.
—•—
I arrive just before 7:00. The usual abundance of cars greet me as I walk towards the entrance of the run down building. It used to be a lawyers office back in the 90's if I recall correctly. All that's left of it is the structure and vandalism in every place possible.
"Alec, my man! Ready for tonight?" Jorge asks, grabbing a couple hundredths from a group of men who reeked of alcohol.
"When I'm I not?" I send him a playful wink.
He pretends to be lovestruck and clenches his heart.
"You really know how to make my heart melt."
I let out a loud laugh and pat him on the back, shaking my head in amusement and making my way to the ring. A crowd had already formed despite the fight starting in an hour.
"Alec!"
I hear my street name being called by none other than Marcel. To make it simple he's my manager and I own him my life. Without him I wouldn't of made it all those years ago.
"Macy!" I shout back.
I make my way towards him and pull him into a tight hug. I hadn't seen him in over 3 months. I-
"Hey!" I wince in pain. Marcel was currently pulling on my ear like a concerned mother.
"Where were you?!" He tells me in a hushed tone, not wanting to attract any unnecessary attention. "I was worried sick, kid." His eyes softened as he lets go of my ear.
"Foster family almost caught on." I shrug.
Marcel nods dropping the subject. He tells me who I was fighting today, Isak was his name I believe. Apparently the boy is younger than me but has defeated guys twice his age and body weight. A match worth 3 months of waiting.
—•—
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Jorge announces over the whistles and shouts. "Are you ready for tonight's fight?!" Jorge is basically screaming now, but then again so is the crowd. "First up, our regular champion.. ALEC!"
I step up to the ring and look around the crowd, a smirk on my face. Not to sound cocky but I never get booed at. It may have to do with the fact I never lose. Ever.
"His opponent is new to our ring," Jorge does a dramatic pause before continuing. "Give it up for.. ISAK!"
Half the crowd shouts excitedly while the other boos.
Isak and I take a few steps forward, our eyes never leaving one another's. He had the pretty boy look to him, dirty blonde hair that was not curly but not straight and blue eyes that held unimaginable pain. He looks at me nervously, hands shaking.
"Cut the act." I say out loud.
His eyes widen. The facade he once had completely vanished. So this is how he wins.. I thought. He pretends to be this fragile new guy who's never fought in his life, but really he could take on just anyone.
Anyone but me.
"Alright boys. Let's get this show rolling." Jorge cuts Isak before he replies to my comment.
"3.. 2.. 1.. START!"
I dodge a punch he tried to aim. I used my dominant leg to knock him down, bringing myself down with him. I kept his struggling frame pinned down.
"Call it quits kid. I don't want to hurt you." I tell him truthfully.
He doesn't answer and I sigh.
"Your fault."
I punch him straight in face knocking him out enough to keep him unconscious for a while. A nasty guilt rose from stomach and I tried to swallow it. His boyish face was now covered in blood and he looked to be almost dead. I look away just as Jorge lifts my hand up, declaring me the winner.
I don't hear the screams.
It hasn't happened in a while, but I feel numb.
—•—
"How is he?"
I had gotten changed. Three grand weighing down my pocket as I walk alongside Mason to my car.
"Isak?" I nod. "He is still unconscious. Poor lad, didn't stand a chance against you." Mason laughs, but I don't join. He notices this.
"You alright, Ale?"
I give him the best reassuring smile I can muster. I know he doesn't buy it, but thankfully he doesn't push it any further.
"Friday?" He questions instead.
"Friday." I agree.
—•—
I got home around 1 A.M. due to the desperate need to forget. To escape. I place down my sunglasses and then my leather jacket. I throw myself on the bed, ready to fall into a deep slumber. That's cut short when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out, my eyes wide.
Isak Even has requested to follow you
Accept Decline
Oh fuck me.
