Breaking My Silence

Chapter Five - I'm Going to Fight?

Once we were outside, I straightened up and waited for my car to come around. When it did Zane pulled me not to the passenger door but the trunk. He popped the trunk and there was nothing unusual in there except for a familiar gray duffel bag.

I looked at Zane. Excitement sparkled in my eyes.

“Is this..?” I asked hesitantly, letting the sentence drop into a question.

“Open it and see.” He smiled.

I opened the bag, and pulled out my leather jacket. That was nothing new; underneath the jacket was a gray sleeveless hoodie, blue soffe (Sophie) sports shorts, a black tank top with easy peasy lemon squeezy scrawled across it in yellow, and a brand new pair of white vans

I squealed, not something I’m proud of, but this was an exceptional reason.

“No way! No fucking way!” I was jumping up and down.          

“They re-opened?!” I asked excitedly

“Yeah, yeah calm down, you look like you’re about to pee your pants” Zane said with a grin, he would never say it to my face but he loves seeing me so happy although he’s not too comfortable with this pass time of mine.

“Are we going tonight?!” I asked excitedly

“Yeah, we are. Now get in the car, unless you want to be late” Zane said patronizingly

“Yay, Yay, Yay!!” I gave Zane a hug, well sort of; most hugs aren’t usually accompanied by death grips, or jumping for that matter.

“Ow, Okay. You’re still strong, I see” Zane grimaced.

I stepped back and placed my hands on my hips and gave him a look of disbelief,

“What? Do you think I would stop training?” I scoffed

“No, but I hoped” he said dejectedly as we slid into the car. I was bouncing up and down in excitement in my seat.

Cause it’s Satur, Saturday,

Aint nobody hesitate, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Cause its Satur, Saturday,

Everybody wants to play, yeah, yeah, yeah,

I like to move it, move it,

Don’t you like to lose it?

I like to do it, do it

I was dancing in my seat to Saturday by Basshunter.

I was so excited to be back around every one. I missed being around the boys. Jimmy especially. He was a mix between a dad and a brother; he has been like that to me for the last couple of years or so.

Either Zane was driving really fast or the hotel wasn’t very far away from the warehouse where The Pit had been set up. Jimmy was never very original; he always called his place The Pit, mainly because that’s how he set it up. The ring was, literally, in a pit.

Zane led me to the door that connected to Jimmy’s office.

Jimmy was a tall guy in his late twenties, he was a good looking guy, but he was rough and he looked it too. Well apart from his face, the fact that it’s not damaged is proof of that. You really don’t want to mess with him. He definitely did not get here the easy way.

I walked up behind him and covered his eyes. He stiffened, waiting to ascertain the threat.

“Jimmy, Honey” I whispered coyly in his ear.