Broken Eyes and Bloody Knuckles [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2

°°°° Austin Mason °°°°

She just stood there, looking at me as I scowled at that boy, probably her boyfriend.

"What's your problem, man?" Her voice was hard, angry.

I only turned away and left. I stormed out the door, going to my next class. Girls and some guys stared as I walked by. I sat in the back.

A few guys sat behind me. Fucking football players. They started bragging about their summer, their vacations and conquests alike. My fists clenched as they started in on Amora. I kept my mouth shut.

She wouldn't leave my thoughts as I watched the teacher write on the whiteboard.

Why did she feel the need to bulk up? I'm all for females in the gym, and body building, and all that stuff, but why?

I made my thoughts stop as I spotted a pretty blonde in the front row. She was watching me.

She was hot. Long legs. Green eyes. I winked at her, flashing a signiture smile.

This could be fun.

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I fixed my shirt as I walked out of the janitors closet, smirking. The blonde--- Katie?--- had already gone to class. I checked the hallways, before sneaking out the back door.

My first day, and I was already on track.

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°°°° Amora Pierce °°°°

I rode home on my bike. School for the rest of the day had been uninteresting.

When I stopped at a light, I heard my phone beep, and pulled it out to check it. It was my so called 'Manager'. All he really did was get 10% of my earnings and schedule fights.

Fight, tonight. Green valley at 9. You in?

I grinned as the light turned green. That's exactly what I needed, to blow off some steam. I speed up, the roar of the bike making me relax.

I texted back a quick yes, before walking inside my house. My heart beat loudly as I crept up the porch, avoiding the squeaky third board. I winced when the front door squeaked. Maybe he was passed out?

I made it up the stairs to my bedroom and locking the door behind me, and then going to my dresser. I grabbed my towel from it's hook and hurried into my bathroom, locking that door too. I showered and dressed in tight boy shorts and a sports bra. The shower relaxed my tense muscles; making some of the ache from this mornings workout.

I stuck my head out of my bathroom door before walking fully out, catching a shattered view of myself in the mirror. I paused, as I remembered the night that it happened.

3 weeks ago

I screamed as I ran away from the man behind me, making my way to my room before attempting to close the door. My breath came in gasps, and my father wedged himself in between the door and the frame; his thin body barely stopping the door. I screamed as his hand grabbed the short hair on top of my head.

He forced his way in, and I yanked free of his grip. He smirked, the stench of vodka filling the air as I backed away in terror.

He swung at my head with a closed fist, and as I dodged I did something if never done before.

I punched him in the gut; enough that he doubled over for a moment. I froze for my few prescious seconds, as he stood.

"You stupid little whore!"

He grabbed me by the shoulders and rammed me into my vanity, slamming my head into the mirror over and over until the mirror was shattered and I was bleeding badly, shards in the back of my head.

He spit on me, punching me, until it all went dark.

I woke up two days later, slumped over my chair.

End

I shook my head, forcing myself to look away. I needed to focus; I had to beat someone's ass tonight.

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