Hits

My eyes are empty. I show no emotion. I don't make a sound as the pain rings through my entire body. That's what makes them go crazy, that's what gets to them. That's what makes them into an animal; they lose focus on the fight and focus on making me show my pain.

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Ingrid's priorities aren't the same as others her age. Her after school actives are even more peculiar. She gets paid to take hits or give them out. That is until Colton get's involved, he has other ideas as to how she should be spending her time.
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"People have a lot of anger and they want to hit something. They want to hit something that can feel the pain of each strike. I'm just capitalizing on a very wide and open market" I roll my eyes at him.

"What about you? Who do you take your anger out on?" Colton narrows his eyes at me. He's trying to get under my skin. He wants me to break down the walls and show him inside but I won't. Instead I keep my eyes cold and give him my notorious smirk and shrug.