A 17 year old girl named Reagan lives with her uncle, but ever since the incident happened he resolved his problems with alcohol and takes his anger out on Reagan by hitting her... A-lot. One day her scars and marks are revealed by accident. What ha...
"Yeah you have some explaining to do." I hear in dark husky voice from behind me.
SHIT I think to myself quickly turning around the face Blake.
"Are you Stinger?" he asks with a hint of confusion in his voice.
"Who is Stinger?" I say trying to act like I have no clue who that is. But that only makes him angry, I guess cause I tried to lie to him.
"Don't act stupid I saw how you threw those punches and quickly knocked the gun from his hand. The only girl I have heard of who can knock a guy out in three or less punches with that amount of speed is Stinger. So tell me, are you her?"
"Yes!" I blurt out without thinking. I can't let this guy think I'm scared of him.
"But, if you tell anyone or if I find out you even spoke of me possibly being Stinger, I promise I will make sure to get revenge." Surprisingly he didn't look angry and how I had just threatened him. Instead he tried pinning me against the wall but I quickly dive under him arm making sure he didn't lay a finger on me.
I got a laugh out of the shocked look on his face that was slightly mixed with anger. But I realized that I had a fight to get too soon so I bolt for the door and speed walk my way to the fight club. Halfway there I could sense that Blake was following me. I guess I didn't mind it since he knew my secret, and it wouldn't hurt for him to see how strong I am.
Once there I tell the bouncer outside the door that Blake was with me, which once again shocked Blake since he didn't know I knew he was following me. I go to the changing room making sure nobody was in there because I don't want anybody to see my scars.
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Once I was done changing I did my stretches and some jumping jacks to warm myself up for the fight. After I win this fight I'll win $5,000. I remind myself what I'm fighting for before exiting the room as they called my fighting name. Once in the ring I look around and see multiple gangs and they're leaders around. I look around until I spot Blake by the bar. He was starring back at me checking out my body and the marks/scars that were visible.
I snap out of my gaze when it's time to bump fists and begin the fight. My opponent was basically three times my size. He had a good body shape though his had a little bit of e beer belly developing. I always let my opponent swing first and as soon as he did I blocked it with my left hand, automatically swinging with my right to get a good hit on his skull. I'm pretty sure everybody had their bet son him because of his size which explains all the boo's when i got the first hit.
While he is dazed I take the opportunity to swing left right then left again, all hitting him in his face. Once I heard that crack on the second swing I knew I had broke his nose. I took this chance to look at Blake and see if he was intimidated yet. That was a mistake. The second I looked away, big fella got a hit on my face and a left hook to my stomach. Once I realized what had happened I quickly moved out of the way of his next swing, punching in the back of his head three times. I knew that one more hit would knock him out so I waited for him to turn around. Once he was turned around I uppercut him to the jaw knocking him out instantly.
I could automatically hear almost everybody yelling, but once I looked up the commotion went silence as everyone saw the rage in my eyes. I looked to Blake, a mix of fear and amazement in his eyes, and just nodded walking off of the stage to change and collect my money so I could go home and get my beating over with, and go to sleep.
As I entered the locker room laughing to myself I see Blake standing by my locker waiting for me I assume. Once he saw me, he moved toward me like I was a child or something bringing me to a state of confusion as to way he was acting so strange. I soon realize he's starring and my scars/bruises.
"What?" I ask in annoyance.
"I don't get it." he replies looking me in my eyes finally.
"Get what?". Now I'm confused.
"If you'r such as badass then why do you have scars and bruises all over your body, some new and some old?" When he asked this, it almost sounded like there was a hint of sympathy in his voice.
"If you must know... My uncle abuses me. The only reason I don't fight back his because I still have hope that he loves me, and if I fight back I feel that I will ruin that tiny bit of love." Great now I'm opening up to him, Jesus Reagan what is wrong with you.
'WHAT? HE HITS YOU? WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK HE STILL LOVES YOU!"
Great now he's screaming.
"Blake you better change your tone before I have to. I still think he loves me because... Because he does drugs and is an alcoholic. I believe that he's not... he can't think straight under the influence of drugs and alcohol." I swear I am mental for actually telling him this shit, but I now he'll just keep asking until I tell him anyway.
"Reagan... Have you ever heard the saying 'A drunk mind speaks a true heart'?"
Looks like somebody learn to use their inside voice.
"No I haven't, but know that I have I know that I should fight back now leave me alone so I can get dressed and go home." I swear he was going to drive me crazy if he were to say one more thing. Who does he think he is, trying to tell me what to believe, "A drunk mind speaks a sober heart." What kinda bull shit is that. He needs to learn to mind his damn business jeez.
