The Bad Boys Vs. The Geeks

Chapter 4 part 1

Carter's father left & her father's friend right. Also known as Carter's couch.

Groaning in pain as I roll on my right side to get up was how my sunday morning started out.

I got up and went to the bathroom for a quick shower.

On my way to the bathroom I walked past the troffy I got.

It's been half a year now. 6 Months.

I still have to go to the championship boxing arena that starts this year.

Next to the troffy is the picture of JC, Alex and me.

That was a good day.

But all good things have to come to an end.

But that's only what they all say.

I just didn't know that this year was going to be the year that I would be doing professional boxing.

With that thought in my mind I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

As I turned around I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror that stretched from the ceiling to the floor.

I was looking at a girl who was and still is being bullied by people.

People bully me. They corner me in the locker room when we have PE. They would punch me. They would kick me. They even sent me to the hospital this month 4 times already.

I have a black eye, bruised jaw, cracked ribs, a sprained wrist and I was limping.

I looked away in shame and anger, and got into the shower.

I washed my hair and body, after rinsing the soapy stuff off of myself , I just stood in the shower and let the warm water relax my sore muscles.

As I was standing there, my thoughts went back to that night. The night of my last fight.

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"And we have our winner!" Kubby shouted over the loud crowd.

After that whole scene, I walked to the locker rooms and changed into my black skinny jeans , a black vest top and some biker boots.

I walked over to the small mirror and took my hair out of the ponytail I made and braided my hair. After I was done I looked at the ends of my hair and sow that they are still strong, silky and smooth.

Just then the door to the locker room opened and the person slammed it shut.

"Why do you do that to yourself? Are you trying to kill yourself?!" I knew who it was so I didn't bother to turn around and just looked down at my hands.

"No. You wouldn't get it. You would think I'm crazy and send me to a mental hospital. You would send me to the crazy house." I said still playing with my fingers and looking at the bruised skin on my knuckles. 

"Just tell me. I would never judge you like that. Because I know you do things with a reason. So. Please just tell me." Alex said.

I heard shuffling and felt hands on my waist before Alex turned me around and tilted my head up so I was looking at him.

"Tell me please." He begged as he kept eye contact. I sow that he had a little bit of tears in his eyes.

He looked so hurt, so broken. So lost.

"I do that because... just for that little while in the cage, I picture that it's the people that always bullies me. And I let them and then I can stand up for myself and not get thrown down by another person. It's just me and one of them not 5. Then I can stand up for me and know that I can beat them. And that I would not get hurt again by them." I said and stepped away from him to get my things out of my locker.