Fighting for Love (COMPLETED)(EDITED)

Chapter 11

Bree's P.O.V.

"I like your excitement." Scott says and brings me over to a punching bag. I look at him and look at the bag. It was red and had duct tape as patches.

"Um...how do you do this?"

"Okay, gIve me your hand."

He takes my hand and angles then to where my left was in a 90 degree angle with my face and my right was back a little. My feet were turned sideways from the bad and shoulder width apart.

"Good stance. Left is to protect your face and right is to punch. Now watch."

I watch him punch the bag and the sound echoed through the building concidering there wasn't too many people were here. Then I remembered the ones who are here are all guys and a girl 'has never been here'. Suddenly feeling out of place and uncomfortable I zip up my jacket since I only had my sports bra on.

"Now you try."

So I get back into the stance he told me to get in and punch the bag as hard as I could. It didn't echo as loud as Scott's did but I sounded lout do me. Pleased with my self, I turn to see Scott's reaction and see if it really was as good as I though. I turned to him and see his eyes wide and I couple of other guys with the same face expression as him. Was I that bad? I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Scott reaches his hand up and holds each side of my cheek, gently, aware of the bruises. "Bree! Where did you learn to punch like that?!?"

Oh gosh that was so bad. "I-I don't k-know. I'm sorry. Teach me the right way?" I plead.

"The right way?!? For your first punch, that was amazing!" He says and picks me up and spins me around like a dad would to his child. I laugh because I actually did it right and because of how childish he was acting. "Try it again, but instead kick it." He showed me how to kick it and I stepped up getting into the same stance as before and kick. "Bree, have you done this before?"

"No, I've never really even though about hitting anyone or anything. Until Adam of course but I knew he was stronger than me so I figured it'd be best to just take it I guess." I say looking down.

"Well Bree, by time I'm done, you don't have to worry about that anymore because you'll be able to take his ass if he ever tries anything again."

I've never gotten into a fist fight, but I wanted to. I knew now, with Scott's Help, that I could take on someone. Hopefully even Adam because I'm pretty sure he will be my victim if I happen to get into a fight.

A couple more hours of punching and kicking the bag, I feel physically drained and lay down on the gross, sweaty mat with Scott laying beside me. He hands me some water and a towel to wipe off my sweat.

"Ready to go or you want to train some more?"

"Um...can we go home tonight? Come back tomorrow? I'm so tired." I say, emphasizing the 'tired' so he's more convinced to go home. He pull ourself a up off the mat and gather our stuff. As we walk out the door a large, muscular man with black hair and dark eyes approaches us.

"Who you got there Scotty boy?"

"Chris, this is my friend Brianne. I just brought her to show he some skills that's all."

"You know boss don't let outsiders in. You know how well that works over. She either has to fight or get kicked out."

"Boss ain't here is he? So he won't find out right?"

"Um..right. Just be careful."

Confused on what 'Chris' is meaning by 'fight' and 'be careful', I can't help but question what I got myself into. Fighting? Boss? Who's the boss? Scott looks down at me giving me an assuring look and we walk out the doors past Nate. For as big and scary as these guys look, they act like any normal person would, maybe even nicer. Guess you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

As we walk out to Scott's car, I couldn't help but ask. "What did he mean by fight? And who's boss? Why do we have to be careful?"

Scott just smiles and shakes his head at me. "We need to talk when we get home."

Confused, I nod my head and we sit in silence all the way back. We get out and walk up the drive way to my house and I unlock the door. Walking inside I say "Scott. What do we have to talk about?"

"Shhhh....in a minute." He says quietly. I look down confused and start messing around with the ends of my hair, not knowing what to say or do. I feel a pair of strong arms scoop me up and carry me upstairs. I'm kind of glad he carried me because I was exhausted from the training today.

"Okay Brianne. I need to ask you a serious question."

"Go for it?"

"Okay, well....you can't tell anyone okay?"

"Okay?"

"Well...the warehouse we went to, its for cage fighting...."

"CAGE FIGHTING? ISN'T THAT ILLEGAL?"

"Yes, now hush. Anyways, I took you there because you need to defend yourse-"

I cut him off "what if I get caught? What if I get put in jail? He said no girls go! What if I fight and die?"

"Bree. Calm down and listen to me! I won't let you get caught and YOU'RE not cage fighting. You're just training there. And even IF you do get caught, you'd only get fined for overnight, with bail."

I relax a little. "I'M not cage fighting... but what about you?"

"Different story Bree. Different story."

I get worried. What if he gets caught? I can't lose him! He's all I've got. I blush at the though but it goes unnoticed by Scott as he lays me down in the bed. I forgot I was still in his arms until he put me down. I grab the covers and remote. I turn on Netflix and pull the covers all the way up to my chin and cuddle in next to Scott. What would I do if I hadn't met Scott? Would I even be here? Or would Adam have killed me? Or would I been in the hospital? I shake the thoughts out of my head and let the memories from today flow back through my mind. Even though I was exhausted, I had a lot of fun. Even though I only learned one stance and 2 moves, I still had fun and I knew my body would be tired tomorrow. I let sleep take me over as I lay in Scott's arms. I felt safe and nothing could touch me. I fall to sleep, hoping to never forget this moment and never wanting to leave Scott's arms. We may not be together but I feel myself falling for him. Fast.