Saving Myself

Chapter 2

"Bye Ryan! Be a good boy for Ms. Boyce and I'll take you to the park after we finish our homework. OK sweetie?" I asked my little brother as I dropped him off at my old nanny's, Ms. Boyce, house. I was pleasantly surprised when I realized that she lived in the new town that Mother and Father moved us to. She use to take care of us when we lived in the city before she decided to move to a small town in Georgia. She couldn't stand to be so close to us and not be able to help us against the monsters we call our parents, mostly because I begged her not to.

"Yes mommy!" he chirped. I gave him a hug, my heart clenching at the fact that his mother rejected and ignored him to the point that he was forced to see me as his mother figure.

"OK. Bye baby boy. I'll be back at 3:30 to pick him up Ms. Boyce. You will never know how grateful I am of you doing this for me." I told my old nanny sincerely. She knew my situation at home and, with much begging and pleading, promised not to tell anyone. She took care of my brother on school days for me and sometimes helped to wrap my wounds from either my parents' fights or my street fighting.

I street fight to be able to put clothes on my brother and I's back and to buy us food and the other necessities we need to survive that our so-called parent weren't willing to provide. Our "parents" never give us money. I pay for groceries, I buy the clothes for my brother and I, and I pay the bills when they forget. I'm basically the person who brings home the bacon. Both my parents have jobs, as far as I know; I just have no clue what they do with the money they earn.

If it wasn't for all the self defense, karate, and boxing defense I took when I was younger and the family was still a family, I would never be able to put food on the table.

"It's no problem honey. If you could just stay a little longer I can give make some chocolate chip chocolate waffles." she tried to encourage me to stay a little longer. She played so dirty, she knows I can't resist chocolate. I have a bit of an addiction., just a wee bit.

"As delicious as that sounds, I'm regrettably going to have to pass. I can't miss my first day at a new school. Bye Ms. Boyce. Bye Ryan, remember to be a good boy." I told him.

I jumped onto my baby, otherwise known as a sexy Kawasaki ninja 650r, and quickly drove to Dunkin Donuts for a caramel frap. I needed the energy boost; last night I got absolutely no sleep. Not only did I have to unpack because of our move to a completely new town, I got a beating yesterday. The thing that I absolutely refuse to call my father came into my room last night. Before he came in, I told Ryan to hide under the bed; I didn't want him to get hurt to.

The Thing dragged me downstairs and threw all sorts of things at me. I'm going to have to buy a couple of new things after school to replace the ones he broke.

I'll just have to go to Walmart after school, Ryan will like that. I might even buy him some new toys. I have about 5,000 dollars to spend because of the last fight I was in back home, if I could really call it that. It was against a well-known male heavyweight champion new to the area. The crowd knew me quite well, I was a veteran of sorts there, so they knew betting on me was the best bet, as it always is. In the end, I walked away with five grand, and he walked away with five broken bones. Poor guy.

I quickly ran into Dunkin Donuts and ordered a latte, generously leaving a twenty on the counter. I drove as fast as I could to school (admittedly missing a few stop signs and a few stoplights and maybe one or two old ladies) I pulled up into the school parking lot, next to a beautiful midnight black Jaguar XF. Sexy car.

I pulled off my helmet and quickly shook out my hair, hoping that I wasn't as late as I knew I was. I heard several barely concealed gasps as I looked around the parking lot, eventually focusing my gaze on the school's front door. I rolled my eyes, silly humans, always becoming suspicious of new things, or in my case people. As I sniffed the air, I realized that they didn't smell human, very few of them did anyway. Storing that little piece of information to later be thought over, I picked up my bag, slung it over my shoulder and proceeded to walk into the school.