89...90...91... 92....100
I wipe the sweat off my forehead. I am done for today. The day was too short. So was the fight.
"YOU...ARE YOU DONE ALREADY!??!"Max shouted, still working on his biceps. Max was the face of the group. He had the charm to make anyone drool. He looks were just so exquisite
"SENIOR... Aren't you done yet? How can you e like this!!!!" I smirked. It is so much fun to tease him.
"AAISsh....look at this punk. Is that how you treat your senior" Rex muttered, gently hitting my head.
"Uff... sorry Rex."I smiled. "Not sorry maaaksssss..." I sang along before sprinting out.
Today was my 10th consecutive win and T-Rex; well he was the main fighter. He is popular for his baby face. Who would know, this baby face had caused dozens of men lose their testicles.
It really didn't last long. It was no fun. My opponent was beaten to shit in no time. It took me some time to get used to this fame, these cheers and this crowd. Now all this feels so familiar. It has been a few months since I joined this world. A world scary for others; fierce and murderous to the outside world. For people like me, it is just so much fun. It is not like I enjoy beating people to shit. It is fun seeing them struggle, seeing them beg. Here is a great satisfaction being ruthless, being powerful. Where I can be merciless and powerful, where I can control yet worshipped. It was my heaven
I am the youngest fighter of the century, youngest ever in the history of underworld street fight. Sounds funny, right?
Well not actually. I have seen people die of the ring. My hands are stained with blood. But that never stopped me. I was a professional. We all are.
I reach home. It stinks again. The same stale and rotten dishes and alcohol.
God... this is pathetic. How people even bear this smell. Not being a gentleman, but how can anyone drink this shit... ewww it sucks
YES, welcome to my hell. It's my house. Yes, not home but house.
I had quite a day. And all I want is sleep. God forbid if that shit of a man appears today I am gonna kick his butt till is turns coal black.
I make my way upstairs. But something makes me freeze.
Moans... Someone, no a woman moaning, in this house. I don't want to see who it is. Not that I am irked but I have a promise to keep. I promise I made to my love that made my life hell. My mother. I promised her not to hit that man ever, again.
I have got this goddamn promise to keep. She left me alone with this man, making my life hell
I wrap my hand around my wrist and count the rosary beads. It's hers, I remember. I remember he soothing smile her comforting hug.
The door opens and there he is, my mother's husband. I have no clue why she married such a motherfucker.
"She died because of you, you little piece of shit" he shouted. That night I cried myself to sleep. Not because his belt left welts on my back, but because there won't be any sunshine from then on. Because my mother left me alone in the middle of nowhere. That night she left a 12 year old to be ripped into pieces by the hungry wolf.
She left with a promise.
He can never be a dad. He never tried. I was just a piece of shit for him. his worst mistake. A thief.
"You.... son of a bitch. You stole that woman from me. You stole MY woman, my wife. Now she spends every second with you. Go die, you asshole" he landed a kick on my side.
I shivered, tears poured out my eyes. But I couldn't make a sound. I was afraid my mother would wake up. Afraid that she will cry again and beg him to stop. And he would take her to his DEN and all night I could hear voices: screams and high pitched moans, him, swearing at me.
I never dared.
And then one day I hit him back. Landed a kick in his balls and ran away. Little did I realise that my mom would have to pay for that. This time it shattered her soul, her body.
"Promise me sweetie" she said "you will never ever be like him. Promise to never hit him. Promise me to be good and kind." I promised.
"Remember I will always love you. He is your father sweetheart. Take care of him".
All of this seems to have happened just today. I feel breathless.
He gives me his knowing smirk far from inside and grabs the woman beside him kissing her.
For fuck sake what does he want to show? Like I even care. I knew about him. He lusted my mom. He never loved her. He was a monster.
HE KILLED MY MOM, MY SWEET GULLIABLE MOM.
I walk upstairs.
I know what he wants.
"Take care" argh.... she got me there. Why should I????
I give him enough to live. Living to him is woman, cards and liquor.
One day I will surely cut off his balls. That son of a bitch.
MASTER was quite all the way. It is not unusual for him. What is confusing is why Onyx is so worried. Onyx is my senior fighter. He was taken in bby master the same way he took me in.
"Hey... Everything alright??"
"Yeah man... I mean no...Ugh I don't know" he gives a plastered smile.
This is the first time we are going for an international battle. No rules; that was the rule. You have to be alive till the end.
There wasn't any restricted style. Meaning we were to face weapons: from daggers to swords.
Suddenly I remember onyx. His girl is pregnant. Wow, they are having baby.
"We don't do love kiddo. We don't marry." I remember max saying this
But Onyx, Onyx fell in love. He lost many titles. Love was a weakness for people like us. It kept us chained. We had brotherhood and that was it.
"You know this is going to be alright. We will win this for sure. She will be safe by herself." I pat him he definitely needs a boost up.
"I think too." He gives me a smile. Not challenging not made up but a genuine and soft one. I know one thing for sure; he is the best man a person can ever have. He will definitely make a good father.
"Man .... This is eerie" I rub my Goosebumps off. No way this whole father-son and lover shit still scares me to hell.
He gave a hearty laugh.
"Good job son" MASTER patted. I freeze. This is one of the few times where I actually feel Goosebumps.
"There he goes again. All freezing and teary eyed" onyx laughs.
"I didn't freeze and I am so sure I never went teary eyed" I pout. These guy know for sure how to tease me to hell and irritate the hell out of me.
Master gives him knowing smile.
"MASTER. Not you too." I pretend to be angry.
Thank heavens; the mood in the limo lightens.