Unfolded(On Hold)

Chapter 1

Buzz Buzz Buzz

Ugrhhhh! Why is my phone ringing on a Saturday morning? Do you know how annoying it is to wake up to a vibrating phone right by your face?

"What?" I answered roughly, still sleep in my voice. Not even caring who was on the other line.

"Awww, was the widdle baby sleeping. Get your ass up, we're visting Dad today so be ready. I'll be there in a few lil sis."

The line clicked off before I could even reply and I was already jumping into the shower.

Emilio is my 26 year old big brother, who is one of the greatest mma fighters of all time, in my opinion. My dad owned the "Reaper Dojo" but when he past away Emilio took over the place.

He has spiky black hair, giant muscles, a sleeve full of tattoos with different sayings and skulls, he is at least 6'2 feet tall.

He has been training me since I was 12 but even before we used to always play fight. What can I say, I guess fighting just runs in my blood. My mom ;however, doesn't know I fight.

She thinks all of my bruises comes from her asshole of a boyfriend, Castor. Emilio thinks my bruises comes from fighting, but in reality most of my bruises comes from Castor.

My mom doesn't want Emilio to know Castor been abusing us, because he's helping out financially. She knows Emilio will kill him if he found out.

So, I deal with it... .for her sake or I would've killed Castor myself.

I throw my hair into a high ponytail before I put on some dark grey sweat pants and a white tank before grabbing my phone, running upstairs to the kitchen. I quickly grabbed a granola bar, a bottle of orange juice and a green apple just as the horn beeps outside.

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The car ride was awkwardly silent, neither of us spoke. We haven't even glanced in each other's direction.

We weren't mad just in deep thought, I've been avoiding visiting my father's grave for a while and here I am pulling up to the cemetery.

Emilio reached into the back of his car and gave me a bouquet of flowers.

We silently made our way to my father's grave. Before I knew it I was already in tears, in Emilio arms silenlty weeping.

It's all my fault, my dad wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for his little princess. I never got attention when I was younger, I used to want alot of it, I craved it. Emilio and my parents were always busy. Me being the baby it started to become unbearable. I was always alone, even when I tried to make conversation with them they'll just ignore me and walk away. So one day when I was 11, I ran away. I met a boy named Adin who was 15 at the time.

We were best friends. I never met some one who made me a priority. I was even staying with his family for that week who also made me feel like I belonged there. It had been a week until my family finally realized I was missing and my dad came looking for me. It was bittersweet, I  was missing my own family but I was being treated so nicely there, I kind of didn't want to leave.

When my dad showed up, that's when Adin and his family crazyness began to show. When I tried to leave they tied me up  and drugged my dad.

Even though my dad was drugged, he was still able to feel, sense, see and hear every thing that was going on around him. They tortured him slowly until he was dead. I got away the next day when me and Adin went to the park.

I told my family everything that happened. The police arrested both Adin parents and him. I made a promise to myself to forever stay alone. My dad is dead because I was an attention seeking little brat.

Today though, Adin is released from jail and is 21 years old, so now if he were to do anything he'll be charged as an adult.

I can't imagine running into him. All the memories I'm trying to forget will just come rushing back like a horrible storm.

Over the years so much anger gathered within my body. I believe that's the reason I like fighting, because it releases it.

"Come on, Let's get you ready for your fight tonight. Are you ready?" Emilio turned to walk back to the car before I could even react.

I rushed behind him," Duh, why would you even ask that. I'm always ready for a fight." I smirked slyly, "Even against you!"

I shoved him hard, he fell into a bunch of bushes that kind of look prickly. Oh, he's totally going to kill me when I least expect it.

The drive back was awkward silent again.

"Am I picking you up for the fight tonight, Rain?"

"No, I think I'm going to walk....You know get some fresh air first."

Well, don't be late or you'll be disqualified.....Yeah I'm in charge but just because your my baby sis doesn't mean you get special privileges. Now get out, Need to find me a date tonight." He winked before he sped off to God knows where.

I rushed to my bedroom to grab my dufflebag. I threw my Nike compression tanktop and shorts, along with some sport Nike shoes in the bag.

"RAINNN!" I quickly threw my bag out my bedroom window before addressing my mom. Still not wanting her to know that I'm physically apart of the fights my brother hosts.

"YES MOM?" I yelled from my room door.

"Castor is home, come speak to him before you leave, sweety!"

Great....the devil is back home. I quickly cornrolled my hair into two braids straight to the back before heading downstairs.

"Hey, Castor" I grimaced just saying his name.

His face turned into disgust," Your fucking hideous you know that, Dear?"

"But yet, I still look better than you" As soon as the word "you" left my mouth, I was tossed into the coffe table in the living room.

I let out a low painfully groan as he hit me with closed fits. I can't wait for the day, I actually fight him back.

The day my mom allows it. The money from the fights is barely enough. She thinks I get the money from working at the dojo.

"Castor, baby stop she didn't mean it come to bed sweety." My mom pleaded as she pulled this disgusting creation of a human off me.

I rolled my eyes, left the house and grabbed my dufflebag. Great, now I'm sore and bruised before my fight.

Hopefully,...nothing goes wrong and I'll win!