The boy with cuts and bruises

Chapter 5

As Monica and I walked home all I could think about was my secret. Could I really trust her? Would she tell the police? Would she treat me any different? All these questions ran through my mind as we walked in a comfortable silence to my house. Alright let's be honest here, my house is basically a mansion. That's why I don't like it when people come over, because once they see my house they treat me like some spoiled rich kid or something. And that's not what I am. I'm just some kid who used to und-

I was cut from my thoughts by a light smack on the head.

"Hey! I've been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes man!" Monica laughed. I'm glad she's laughing instead of actually being mad at me. That would be bad. I wouldn't be able to tell her then.

"Sorry just let me get my keys." I said as I dug in my pockets for them. She laughed as I couldn't get the door to unlock for the third time.

"For the love of God!" I yelled as I finally opened the door.

"Hey! Don't use the lords name in vain!" She yelled at me trying to keep a straight face.

"You're the one wearing a 666 sweatshirt!" I laughed at her effort of trying to come up with a comeback.

"Whatever man, let's just go do homework or some shit." she mumbled in frustration after obviously losing that battle. I guided her up the two flights of stairs to my room, the master. Since my parents are almost never home, they let me have the master.

"Nice room dude." she said as she literally leaped onto my bed, digging her face into the pillow that I slept on last night. Totally not weird, right?

"Duuuuudddeeee, this pillow totally smells like you." She laughed her ass off at her comment until she realized how it sounded.
"Not in a creepy way I swear!! I'm not a stalker or anything!"

I just laughed in return. She really has no filter for her mouth. And that's what I love about her. You don't have to ask her what she's thinking, because she'll straight up tell you. And most of the time, it's something you would have never guessed.

"You hungry?" I asked not wanting the awkwardness to stay any longer.

"Bruh I'm starving!" She exclaimed. I also loved that about her. She wasn't like other girls and said they weren't hungry after not eating for three days. She was constantly eating but always managed to keep a petite figure. Never will I understand her. Ever.

"Well there are chips in the cabinet in the kitchen downstairs and grape soda in the fridge. There are also gummy bears/worms/eggs also in the cabinet." I said trying to remember all the food.

As soon as I said gummy her head shot up like a rocket and she shot out of the room faster than I thought was humanly possible.

Well then.

While she's gone I decided to change my shirt because today in chemistry I spilled some mystery shit on my shirt and I really don't want it on me any longer. I pulled off my shirt and threw it into the laundry bin and began my quest for a clean shirt.

It didn't take long to find one, a black and white striped shirt was okay for now. As i lifted my arms above my head to put on my shirt I hissed as I was reminded of the countless cuts and bruises on my back. Not only was I reminded of them, but apparently someone else just found out about them. I heard a gasp at the doorway and bags fall.

I turned around and see a very surprised Monica and four bags of gummy stuff on the floor. Damn, she can eat. That's not the point.

"Wha-what happen-nd to y-our back?" She asked, sadness, fury, and curiousness all wrapped into one facial expression.

"I umm... Kind of wanted to talk to you about that Monica." I said, trying to think of how I would word this.

"Well go on. Talk." She said, crossing her arms over her chest and popping shifting her weight onto one leg, damn she looks- No Landon! Not now.

"You might want to sit down." I say slowly, not wanting to make her even more agitated.

"Well, this is actually really hard to explain so I'll just start from the beginning. When I was sixteen, I got involved with the wrong crowd. They were doing drugs, drinking alcohol, and a whole bunch of other things that I can't even remember. They would always peer-pressure me into doing things that I didn't want to do. One of these things happened to be underground fighting. That was the only thing that I liked to do after they introduced me to it. I would fight on the weekends. During breaks. Any free time I had, really. I became obsessed. It would help me clear my head, rid my stress, and made me stronger. Sooner or later, I got recognized for my talent by some big-shot manager. Now he's my manager. But that's not the point here. He offered me plenty of money to fight for him and him only. I obviously agreed because at the time, the idea seemed good. Now that I look back, I wish I never got involved with that crowd in the first place. Anyway, the longer that I fought for him, the more money I raked in, and I loved it. I thought I was living big. But in reality, I was still the same 16 year old boy. But nobody from my school knew that I did this and they still don't. I'm a nerd by day and an underground fighter by night. And I'd like to keep it that way for as long as I can. All of this happened 2 years ago, Monica. I'm 18 now, we're seniors and all of this is still going on. I started this sophomore year and it's been happening ever since. Even though it's dangerous, and me being the fucking idiot I am, still enjoy doing it. Now Monica, you're the first person I've told this to, because you're the only one I've trusted enough to tell this too. I couldn't trust anyone else because since what I do is illegal, they could turn me in. I trust you won't do that, will you Monica?" I said, eyeing her carefully.

"Of course I won't turn you in. This is just a lot to take in at once." She said breathing slowly while rubbing her temples.

"That's not all. I also have tattoos and piercings." I said waiting for her reaction. "I do the same thing you do really. I just cover it up with my clothes." I chuckled.

"Let me see them!" She yelled at me excitedly.

"Patience young grasshopper, one step at a time. But I don't want you to treat me any different at school. I don't want anyone to know just yet, okay?" I questioned hopefully.

"You don't have to worry about a single thing." She grinned, hugging me.

'I think this is the start to something beautiful' I thought to myself as I smiled into the hug.

AUTHORS NOTE!!!!
Sorry if it wasn't as long as you might have expected. I'm just really tired because it's hella late here but I knew I had to update. But enjoy the rest of the book!