She fights

Be safe

—Rose—
I wake up from yet another dream by gasping for air and standing up really fast.
(The dream)
"AAAAAND THE NIGHT EVERYBODY!!!!!" The announcer yells. I pound my chest and yell while everyone around the arena goes wild chanting my name. After everyone is done fan-girling over me I step off the mat and see my dad.
"Oh my gosh honey you did so good!" He yells and hugs me tightly. My dad is being ripped off me and this man starts talking to him. I just stand there watching them. My dads eyes widen as the man says something and he starts smiling too. His eyes avert to me and he nods. And says something like 'that much?' What is happening.
"Dad?" I ask worried as the man turns around and smirks at me creepily with his ice cold blue eyes. Eyes I will never forget.
"Sweetheart why don't you go with this man and I'll be there in a sec?" He says.
"No, I want to go home. Kate needs help with her homework," I tell him but he doesn't seem to care as the man takes me and starts dragging my off.
"I don't think that's going to happen tonight angel." The man says and chuckles low.
"Dad? Where is he taking me? DAD WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ME? DAD! DAD!" The last thing I saw before I was dragged into the alley way was my dad counting money. Counting money instead of saving me. He didn't even seem like he cared.
"Alright angel how old are you?" He asks. I don't say anything. I don't want him to know anything about me. I feel pain in my stomach as he just punched me.
"How old are you?" He asks again more demanding this time. I shake my head. He pulls out a blade and brings it to my cheek. He digs in a little.
"15!!!" I scream out in pain which only makes him chuckle.
"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" He asks. My cheek is on fire right now and I'm sure it's bleeding.
"Now let's have some fun! Don't you think that will be good?" He asks.
"No now get away from me!" I yell in his face. He punches me.
"I don't like it when people tell me what to do!" He then punches me over and over again.
"NO PLEASE STOP!!! NO STOP IT PLEASE!!! DAD COME HELP ME!!" I scream.
(End of dream)
I'm now sweating and breathing really hard. That night was the worst thing ever to happen. It shouldn't of happened. He wanted money more than my safety. He didn't care what happened to me. All he wanted was money. All he's ever wanted is money.
"Hey are you okay?" Kim asks taking me out of my twisted thoughts. That's when I look up and see everyone is awake and staring at me worried. It's now morning. I actually slept last night. That's a first.
"Ya just a bad dream that's all," but that was slightly untrue. It was a reality just replaying in my head.
"Well that was a pretty intense bad dream then. Are you sure your okay?" Hunter asks.
"Ya that was the first one I have had in a long time. Probably just from the movie though. There was a lot of killing and gore in it. So ya I'm fine." I say and shrug. They all bought it and started to clean up.
"Ok then let's go eat some breakfast!" Jax yells like a little kid. They all run into the kitchen except for one that I've been trying to avoid all throughout my lie since he new it was the first one in a long time from last night. But I stayed back to so I could steady myself.
"Stop looking at me," I say still looking anywhere but him.
"Why?" He asks and stands up from the couch which makes my head snap to him.
"Because I don't like it. Now if you don't mind I'm going to get some breakfast," I tell him and try to walk to the kitchen. But he wouldn't let me. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close. A little to close for comfort.
"I do mind," He tells me with a stupid smile on his face.
"Well I actually don't care if you mind or not. I'm going to get myself some breakfast." I rip my arm out of his grip and walk into the kitchen where everyone looks at me with a smirk.
"What?" I ask.
"Oh nothing. What did you guys do without us in there?" Kim asks wiggling her eyebrows with an amused look. What does she mean? Like wh-
Realization just hit me.
"Ya no! Nothing happened he annoys the heck out of me!" I say and grab a plate to get some delicious pancakes. I can't believe they think I like him!
"Ok whatever you say!" Jax says.
Oh my gosh can't they just leave me alone!?!!? I don't like Trey! He's a jerk and he's trying to get in my business. Can't he just understand that he doesn't need to know anything? That no one needs to know anything?
I sit down after getting some other food like bacon, sausage and of course my beloved pancakes. But not any eggs. I'm sick of eggs. I take a bite of the pancakes.
OH MY GOSH!!! THESE ARE AMAZING!! I dig in and I start shoving the food in my mouth like I haven't eaten in days. Well basically I haven't. He hasn't let me really eat anything. Anything at all.
"Whoa slow down there! It's like you haven't eaten in days!" Trey says as everyone stares at me like I'm a tiger ready to pounce on their tiny little deer bodies. My eyes widen. It's like he read my mind.
Is he trying something?
"Ya," I say and laugh nervously. Everyone let it go and laughed to, thankfully. But he noticed how I acted when he said that. He saw right through me. I cough uncomfortably and just look at my food. I hear everyone talking. Everyone but Trey except for an occasional input on the conversation. I bet he's looking at me. I finish my food and check the time.
10:30am
CRAP!!!
CRAP!!!
CRAPITY CRAP CRAP!!!
I need to get home!!!
I stand up instantly.
"Um........I need to get home my dad told me I needed to be home by 10:00" I say quickly.
"Oh ya for sure! You better hurry!" Kim says. I dash to the living room and grab my bag.
"Bye guys!" I yell and run out the door.
"Hey!" I turn around and see Trey standing there. I roll my eyes.
"What now?" I snap. He looks taken back.
"Uh.....um...." he looks dumbfounded as if he doesn't know what to say. I gesture my hand to have him continue and quick.
"Be safe," He says. What? Be safe?
"Okay," I draw out and look at him weird. I turn around and run home. As I'm running I come to realize what he meant by Be safe. He didn't just mean be safe getting home. No he knew something isn't right with me. That my dad isn't the normal caring father. He knows it's not right with me at home. Well nothing is. Everything's wrong with me. Ever since my happiness was taken away the dreams have been more frequent and it hasn't even been a week yet. I reach home and walk in.
"Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to come home," my dad said from the couch. He wasn't alone. He had three other guys next and across from him.
"Ya sorry I'm late her mom made some breakfast and wouldn't let me leave without eating some," I try to make a good excuse as to why I'm home so late.
"Okay just don't do it again," He says. Wait, he bought it? I can't believe he bought it!!!
"But," He began it was to good to be true, "These men have come over to see how well you can fight." He ends with a stupid smile. He then nods to one of the guys. He gets up. He doesn't seem to big but what does he mean by want to see me fight? He gets closer to me I give my dad a worried look. My dad hurry and stands up and blocks the guy. He's actually going to save me!! The man looks confused at first but then realization hit his features and he stuck his hand in his jean pocket. After some rummaging he pulls out a wad of cash. What? My dad takes it and walks back to the couch. The guy punches me and I get in the mode. I punch over and over again and finally he passes out cold on the floor. He was easy. My face hurts a little bit I should be fine. Then the next guy stands up and throws my dad another wad. Wait what's happening? I feel a punch to my stomach and I kick him where it counts. This makes him angry so he flys his fist at my face and lands it in my right eye. I kick him over and over again in the crotch until he finally backs down. I'm stumbling hard but my dad just laughs. Wait I know what's going on her. He sold me to these guys. He is letting them use their skills on me just so he can get SOME FREAKIN MONEY!!!! Before I can say anything the third man has already payed my father and punches me hard. He hits me everywhere where I'm already hurting. I land a couple of punches on his face but he hits me one more time in the stomach and I fall to the ground almost unconscious. I'm trying to stay awake. All I can hear is men laughing and the last thing I see before something hits my head really hard is my dad.
Counting money.
Not caring if I could die right now or not.
I thought things were getting better.
I thought we were going to be able to move past him being an obnoxious, selfish jerk.
But here we are once again.
Money is more important than me.
It always will be.