Hollow Woods ✔

Farthest Past

"We'll be back soon honey!" Mom yelled back at me. "Hold down the fort for us!" Her and my father walked out the door, leaving me to do as I pleased.

"Do you think she'll be ok all alone?" Dad looked at mom with a worried look in his eyes. "I mean, she's so young and I wouldn't want anything to happen to her."

"Marcus, please try and relax. You as well as I know that she may be little but she's a great fighter, even at a young age. I can't even imagine how strong she will become when she grows up." Dad smiles at the comforting words.

"Hey Ava, we should start thinking about our little girl's school life. It won't be long now till she's at the age." Mom gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

"You're right but let's talk about that in the car, we need to get the snacks for tomorrow." He smiles at her in agreement.

As they left I could imagine them going down each aisle in the store, only picking items that were on the list. My family wasn't rich in any way, we were average. The three of us are happy and proud. We each acted how we wanted.

My mother, Ava, was a grocery store worker. My father, Marcus, was a firefighter. I was a soon to be world-class fighter. We were all happy with the way we lived. I didn't live in a two-story house like all my other 'friends' but it was still home.

Let's get one thing straight real quick, a home is not a building you live in, a home is the people you live with. That being said, let's get back to the main point.

I was at home, just running around the house waiting for my parents to get home. As time went on I got bored and decided to change so that I could throw more swift punches at the punching bag that I got when I turned three. Crazy right. Only three and I was already kicking ass. If I'm being honest, it was fulfilling to get a good hit on someone's face, especially someone who deserves it.

A knock at the front door scared the shit out of me but I kept my cool and slowly walked towards the window that looked out to the front yard. I pulled the curtain open just the slightest bit and choked on my own spit when I saw who it was.

Two tall and overly buff men stood on my doorstep. I slowly closed the curtain again, making sure that they didn't see me. They began to bang on the door even harder when no one opened. I ran to my room and pulled a shit over my spaghetti strap shirt and changed my shorts into jeans, lastly, I pulled on my shoes and ran out of the house through the back door so I had to hop the fence.

Little did I know that another man would be stationed out back, waiting for me. The guy pulled me towards him and shoved a piece of cloth in my face. I began to drift away, I began to only see darkness until my eyes were fully shut and I was deep in slumber.

***

I woke with a major headache and an empty stomach. As one does when they wake up, I yawned and then I remembered what the hell just happened. I shot up to stand and looked around. Nothing but concrete walls and floor. Everything about my appearance was the same which gave me a false sense of hope. I sat back down, just in time too. Three men walked into the room through a door I hadn't seen before.

"Well look who finally woke up." The guy in the middle barked out, laughing deeply while looking down at me. "What's your name girly?" He asked. I could tell he was trying to sound kind but even at the age of five I could see straight through his bullshit.

I didn't face him and that wasn't a good idea. He pulled my face up to look at his, a smug look on his face.

Don't think I'm not scared. I'm fucking pissing my pants. I just refused to cry but my eyes showed every emotion I was feeling.

"Would you look at that. Never thought I would see eyes like your. What a lovely color, as for that hair, just perfect." He looked me over once more and pushed me to the wall. "You'll make us a cool million." And with that they all walked out.

What has my life become?

They fed me but only because they needed me to fight for them. I did what they asked for and all for eight years until I had enough strength to fight them off while making a deal for them. They taught me a lot of new moves but only because they thought that I would willingly stay after a few years.

Boy were they wrong.

When I turned 12, they began to sell my body to the horny guys of this fucked up town. 5,000 an hour, I got 5% of the money I earned but when it came to the money I earned during my fights, now that was 50% all mine.

I had saved up quite a lot so I thought it was time. 13 year old going downtown to make a drug deal.

I shoved all my money in my hidden pocket on the inside part of my jeans, they were guy jeans. Lastly, I slipped into my hoodie, which had the gang emblem on it, I'm just glad that it covered the tattoo of the gang. 'The Frost Walkers'

"Ram! Hurry up! We have to get this deal done soon!" I hear Buster call out to me

Buster is an 18 year old that was born into the gang life, his parents being proud and respected members. Let's just say that he took advantage of his high rank to get his way with us younger girls.

Now my name, The Ram. I was given this name because of my fighting style. I'll go head first into any situation. Watch out for the horns.

"I'm coming!" I called back.

Taking one last look around my room to make sure that I grabbed everything I would need to make this escape.