The Gang Leader's Street Fighter.

Chapter 5

Lexi's pov :

We had just landed. My parents were outside waiting for me as I had slept off and was last to leave the plane, I groaned and put my head down. I thanked the attendants as I left and headed to the glaring figures waiting. 

"We'll deal with you later" my father whispered smiling at an elderly couple that passed.

Trailing behind, I walked silently making sure my parents didn't find another reason to punish me more. We got our bags and took them to the taxi that my father had called to wait for us. The drive was long and quiet I sat at the front away from my parents, but I could still feel their beady eyes staring holes into the back of my head. This continued until we reached the house which if I was being honest was actually nice, It was a pale green homly-looking house. Nothing like the run-down apartments we previously lived in.

We got out of the taxi and paid the driver and by we I mean me. They weren't going to pay they would rather start a fuss, involve the police and get money from it. It wasn't a problem, either way, it was the leftover money that I had made during my fights I had kept quite a bit and only used in emergencies.

When my mother was snooping around my room she found some of the money and asked where I got it from, I told them I got it from a job as a cleaner and they believed me, thankfully, well after they beat me for hiding it.

Anyways, we entered the house the rooms were quite spacious. Not including my room, I think that's why they got it. I went up to my room and started unpacking my bags. I admired how clean it was and its simplicity. I took a moment to appreciate the bed by slightly bouncing on it. It felt like heaven I couldn't wait to sleep.

"LEXIANDRA GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE" My father was yelling from downstairs. I silently groaned. I took my time walking downstairs because I knew what was waiting for me.

My parents were sitting down and cuddling each other. I walked over to them with my head down low.

"Look at me" My father ordered.

I looked up slowly not meeting his eyes.

"I and your mother have decided that you need to get a job and start doing something with your useless life" he announced like it was some important speech.

I looked at my father for any signs of him lying and then at my mother who was looking quite angry I'm guessing she doesn't want me out of the house. She probably has no say in this, it felt good not to be on the receiving end for once.

"Instead of starting at us like a fool GO AND GET A JOB" spat my by now fuming mother, "And be back to make dinner we have guests coming " added father.

I ran out to my bedroom to change my clothes. I wore my black Adidas with a long-sleeved top and blue ripped jeans. Then I put on my ring and necklace, they were my few treasures I too wherever. The necklace was symbolic of strength, the ring symbolizes freedom, free will, and the power to live. They were my first-ever gifts from those I don't remember but I knew to keep them for good luck.

They also looked really old and expensive so if worst came to be I could sell them and make a run for it.

I ran out of the house not wanting to be stopped by my parents. I already knew a place that was offering a job only two blocks away. My parents thought that they were punishing me by telling me to get a job but really they were helping. With the job, I could use it as an excuse to go and train and also I knew the manager who also knew my situation with my parents. So basically it was a win-win situation.

I walked into the cafe that was offering the job. As soon as you entered you could see people eating together, families talking and laughing. It smelt of coffee beans and delicious cakes. Relaxing that's what it was, and it was something I could get used to.

Walking to the counter felt really uncomfortable. I was being stared at by everyone I knew they were harmless but it was still unnerving. I kept my head held up high but my eyes never left the floor, I quickened my pace to the counter and asked to see the manager regarding the open position.

As soon as she came out I saw a tear slip from her pale, frail face. She came rushing towards me engulfing me in a bear hug. I hugged her back. When we pulled apart we both had tears streaming down our faces.

"Let's go talk in my office" her voice came out as a whisper, she was still teary-eyed and her body gently quivering.

When we got inside her office she asked me what I'd been doing since I left, I told her about the house and everything else. She cried when I told her about the beatings telling me that no person should go through that much pain mentally and physically. I gave her a tissue and she called someone and smiled at me.

"LEXI" I turned around and saw four girls staring at me with teary eyes.

"Freya, Rosa, Violet, Bree!?" I sprinted over to them crying.

I looked at them up and down to see them wearing the càfe apron which reminded me why I was there, turning around and clearing my voice I looked at my soon, hopefully, to be boss who if you didn't know was Mrs. Marine I opened my mouth but then...

"You can have the job" Mrs. Marine or should I say my boss said rather casually like she knew what I was about to ask.

I jumped with joy and thanked her. I walked out of the càfe after saying goodbye to my friends and told them I would see them in three days at a club, and called Tony who picked up after a minute.

"Hi Tony are you available right now"

"Yes. Why"

"Get my gym ready I'm on my way there for extra practice before tomorrow night's match" I heard him squeal like a little girl and clear his throat before answering.

"I'll see you there Reaper" and with that, I hung up.