Being an emancipated Minor never bothered Lily-Mae she just figured since she could never count on anyone but herself any way might as well start early instead of at 18. She was in foster care for 13 years before she basically told the judge to eman...
Getting towards the gym I could hear the Harley's following me but ignore it. If they have a problem with me Oscar and the boys will sort them out. Oscar has known me since I first moved in here and he was the one who taught me how to punch. Turning off the ignition i pull my helmet off and go to climb off when i hear a feminine voice call out "Hey sweetheart mind if we have a chat." Looking towards the voice i see a beautiful woman with brown hair and blond high lights. She had got off the back off a Harley being ridden by an older gentlemen who was looking at me intently....along with the other three men who were on their own bikes.
Looking at her for a minute i say " No Ma'm." She smiled before holding out a hand "Just Gemma sweetheart" nodding i shake her hand and i see her inspecting me almost as if looking for something wrong. Pulling my hand away i look to see the other men had know stood behind Gemma and were all very tall and intimidating but i felt an odd sense of security. "What would you like to talk about Gemma?" She looked to the other men then turned to me with a look of anger, sadness and understanding "Your father and ..... and your past honey" I could feel my whole body tense and I could tell they all noticed.
Taking in a big breath i said "Why would you need to know that?" she looked slightly stiff as a blond man spoke from behind her "Because we have reason your the daughter of someone we know". My temper had gotten incredibly short due to today's bullying and this sure as hell wasn't helping i just wanted to go in the ring with Oscar and beet the hell out of something. I had refused to talk to any therapy people and i am not having this conversation with strangers. "Well all you need to know is I dont have a dad and my life until the age of 13 was crap." The bold man with tattoos down his arm looked like he was going to speak when i held up a hand making him close his mouth and everyone else look on in surprise, probably not use to people telling them to shut up. "Now if you will excuse me i really need to punch something from the day i've had"
Not waiting for them to reply i jogged into the gym whilst rubbing my chest as the pain started to come back. Not hearing them follow me i walked past some of the regulars and round to the boxing ring where Oscar was packing up some gloves. "Oscar ring" hearing me he walked round and tapped my head a couple of times before i walked into the changing room to change into my boxing kit. My sports bra and leggings showed off the figure that i usually hid with baggy clothes. Being a small girl with a 22 DD bust, small waist and a pair of wings tattooed on my back would bring extra attention that i didn't need.
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Getting out into the ring i faintly heard the bell in front chime before Oscar called in Robert. Robert was a kind man who's wife had shown me the 'ways of being a woman' as she put it. It was basically how to dress pretty and not slutty, about periods and so on. He was about 6,3 and a wall of pure muscle but gentle heart compared to my 5,1 small frame with walls as high as the empire state building. As he jumped in the ring we pulled a crowd wanting to see who would win today, ever since i was 15 i have never lost a fight and i'm pretty proud of that.
