The fighters promise!!

Chapter 1

Lyra's Pov

" Come on guys its time for bed, " I said to my younger siblings. It's already eight o'clock and he should be back soon; I need to make sure, they're safe for the night. Carrying my baby sister Amelia up the stairs with Danielle and Luke in front of me.

Once we reach the top of the old rugged stairs; we hear a car door being slammed in the driveway and the front door handle started to jiggle with his keys. The door bursts open and slams shut, the house shakes a bit from the force.."Shit he's here" I whisper under my breath. Looking back at the kids; they were frightened with pure fear in their hazel or honey brown eyes. With their mouths hanging open, Danielle's death grip on to Lukes' side for dear lifePushing the kids towards our bedroom down the hall, and placing them in the closet. There is a hidden room in the back wall with a small blanket bed, pillows, and a box filled with my winnings from my streetfights. After five years of fighting and saving, there is close to fifty thousand dollars in there. Placing Luke and Danielle in with little Amelia in between them; giving each a kiss on their foreheads while also wiping their tear-stained faces.

Bringing my lean finger toward to my lips, signaling them to be silent; as I swiftly closing the secret door and pushing all my clothes and some boxes in front of it. I walk cautiously to the door of the normal sized room; slowly heading towards the door, and lightly grabbing the knob, turning it slowly. I check to see if he is on the other side of the door. Seeing that no one was there, I let go of the breath that I did not know I was holding in.

Then I felt it, the smell of alcohol along with the harsh breathing from the other side; the door was yanked open and the wind was knocked out of me. Owen my bastard of a father had punched my stomach; I backed away while holding on to my gut with my left arm. I pushed him back as he darkly chuckles at my attempts with an evil glint in his dark brown eyes. We both know that if I hurt him bad enough, he'll go after Luke and the girls like before.

He steps closer to me and starts to swing his large fist as it connects to my jaw; spitting up a bit of blood wiping my mouth, a sly smirk makes it was to my face. I take every sloppy punch that he throws at me while holding my ground not moving. My smirk growing wicked as an evil amused glint shines in my eyes.

His breathing becomes more ragged as his fatal attacks his anger diminishing as his fear surfaces (even in his drunken state he know what happens next.) A dark deep chuckle erupts from me as he starts to realize how enraged I am. Soon realizing his mistake of showing fear towards me, he somehow gained his confidence back. He tries to send another sloppy punch to my jaw but before he could my hand was holding his first stopping it inches from my faces.

" Let go you, ungrateful whore of a child!" He shouted trying to free himself from my iron grasp. Doing as told I let go, he uppercuts my gut knocking the wind out of me; he takes this opportunity to knock me down.

Tumbling on the rug as he takes off his belt repeatedly whips me with it; over and over again, till I'm bloody and bruise all over. I stop fighting back at this point, each time the belt whips my tender skin, I can feel it cry with blood.

He grabs a fist full of my thick dark hair as his horrific alcohol breath fills my nostrils. His breath surrounds my face scrunch up with disgust. He leans in til he is a few inches away from my own, his oily black hair plastered on his forehead and his brown lifeless eyes shining brightly with hate and power.

" You are a pathetic, worthless, ugly, fat asses little bitch!! You're not good for anything but to beat on!! Just like your mother!!" he yells with his thick Russian accent pouring out. Gross has he ever heard of mouthwash or toothpaste? After one final punch in the face, he stormed off and left the house. Groaning in pain, rolling over to my stomach and start to pick myself up. He was easy on me today, must have been a good day at work. Forcing my body to go on all fours, slowly as possible I crawl towards my black desk; quickly trying to get up on my feet with the support of the desk.