"What the fuck dad?" I whisper yell after I found him in the kitchen. Alone. No sign of the orange haired vixen. "Look I'm sorry. I thought it was Tuesday." Dad answers instantly going into defence mode.
"Well it wasn't." I snap back. "How could you forgot your fucking kids are coming over?" I say, my voice starting to rise. "I just got caught up." He attempts to explain. "Yeah with another women. I don't give two shits who you fuck but you need to think of Logan! You know how upset he was when you and mom split up."
Dad stays silent moving his gaze from me to his feet. "Just so you know you've lost all control over me now." I say as my parting words before going back to my room.
I was always closer to dad growing up. He was the one who practically raised us. It seemed mom could never be bothered being a parent. I except this from mom not him.
As I slid into my bed next Logan who's still sleeping soundly, I can't help the few tears that slip out of my eyes.
"Kenzie turn the fucking alarm off." Logan groans as I reach for my phone to silence the annoying alarm. "Hell time." I mumble swinging my legs out of bed. "You okay?" Logan asks stretching as he gets up.
"Peachy. You all good?" I ask trying to find some clothes to wear. "Yeah. Do you reckon since dad has no control of you now he won't have control of me?" He smirks. "You heard?" I gasp. "Of course I did."
"But you were sleeping when I came back!"
"I'm a good faker." He winks before waltzing out of my room to his.
15 minutes later I'm pulling up to school. "You need a ride or is Henry taking you home?" I ask as we both climb out of the car. "It's Hayden! I've got practice tonight remember?" He says rolling his eyes.
"Right. See ya at dinner time!" I call walking off. "Good morning baby cakes." June smiles brightly as I walk up to her locker. "Baby cakes?" I question raising an eyebrow.
"I'm trying something new." She shrugs. "You look like shit." She comments eyeing the dark circles under my eyes. "Dad brought someone home. As in was about to fuck her on the sofa home. Forgot we were coming over."
"No fucking way! What an asshole!" She exclaims slamming her locker shut. "I know right." I sigh and explain the situation as we make our way to my locker.
"So full freedom huh? Whatcha going to do with that?" June asks waggling her eyebrows as she leans against the locker next to mine. "I was thinking I could start selling drugs or join that illegal underground fighting ring." I shrug hiding my smirk.
"You'd be one badass fighter." She giggles before stopping abruptly. "Move." Clay demands to her. "Sorry." She mumbles stepping to the side and out of his way. "Who's Kenzie fighting?" Brad asks suddenly appearing out of nowhere.
"Shit don't do that!" June screeches hitting him with her backpack. Repeatedly. "Maybe you should join with me." I laugh. ��Hell yeah I'll be like pow pow wapow!" June says as she bounces on her toes jabbing the air, ending with a kick.
Clays locker slams closed making all three of us jump. He simply rolls his eyes at us and storms off. "What's up his ass?" Brad asks as the bell rings.
By lunch time I'm practically sleeping on my feet as I head to my locker. I fiddle with my lock but can't get it open. I kick the bottom of it frustrated. "Why are you kicking my locker?" Clay asks suddenly appearing next to me.
"Huh?" I ask turning to lean on it. "That's my locker. Yours is one over." He grunts. "Sorry." I mumble as I slid down to the floor and place my head on my knees.
"What are you doing?" He asks confusion clear in his voice. "Having a nap." I mumble closing my eyes. "On the dirty school floor?" He snorts lightly kicking the locker next to me.
"Yes." I sigh. "Why?" He questions continuing to kick the locker. "Would you fucking stop that?" I snap lifting my head. "Kicking the locker?" He smirks. "Yes!"
"You kicked my locker. Only fair I kick yours."
"Whatever." I huff standing up and stomping off to the cafeteria away from the most annoying person on earth, other than Logan. "You look more pissed than this morning." June comments as I aggressively take my seat.
"I'm just tired." I answer grabbing a couple of her fries. "Hello beautiful ladies." Brad chirps as he sits next to June stealing half of her fries. "Fuck off. These are mine." She growls moving them away from both our reach.
"Remember my cousin Wyatt? He's in town this weekend. Invited us to go for pancakes."
"Why the fuck would we go for pancakes with your cousin?" June asks as I give him a confused look. "That's a code word." He says is a 'duh' tone. "For what?" I ask raising my eyebrows. "A fight." He whispers.
"Whoa freaky. We just spoke about that this morning." June says shivering. "I know I was there. That's why I texted him." He rolls his eyes. "Anyways, gotta go. Love you." He says quickly and running out of the cafeteria. "What was that about?" I ask before I see Jessica running after him making us both giggle.
In chemistry I don't get detention again. Thank god. Clay didn't show up even though I just seen him at lunch. I bet he's gone to beat someone up.
When art class finally comes I consider ditching just so I can have a nap, but decide against it since it's my favourite class.
"Alright you punks do what you want. I have a hot date tonight so as soon as that bell rings I'm outta here!" Miss Wilson says once the last person walks in.
I spend the lesson working on the painting of Logan and yet again I'm covered in paint. "Who's that?" Erica asks squinting over at my canvas. "My little brother." I answer glancing at pastel drawing of a sunset. "That's so beautiful." I nod towards her picture.
"Thanks. I love pastel." She smiles before turning her attention back. "Okay start packing up. When that bell rings, run." Miss Wilson announces. All five of us students start packing up ready to leave the second the bell rings.
"We want all the deats tomorrow Miss!" George calls as we all make our way out the door. As I reach my locker Clay steps up to his. "You're covered in paint again." He comments.
"It's like I've been painting." I gasp in fake surprise earning a chuckle from him. I gasp in actual surprise hearing him actually make a noise that sounds like a laugh.
"What?" He snaps, going back to his normal stone face, when he realises I'm staring at him. "Nothing." I answer closing my locker and heading to my car.
As I drive towards my house dads car is in the driveway so I just keep driving, ending up at the small lookout I found when I first got my license. No one ever comes here, it's like my safe place.
I sit on the hood of my car looking out at the city until the sunsets. Thinking about how my life ended up like this. When I arrive home Logan is fresh out the shower and dad is pissed off.
"Where the hell have you been?" Dad yells at me the second I step foot in the kitchen. "Hooking on the street." I answer in a monotone, grabbing a plate of spaghetti and stomping to my room.
Friday night I'm with June, Brad and his cousin Wyatt driving us to our third underground fight. He's taken us twice before last year when he was a senior and we were juniors. His boyfriend at the time was a fighter. Not a very good one but still a fighter.
"Remember the rules?" Wyatt asks as we pull up to an abandoned warehouse. "Yup." June and I answer as we scramble out of the car.
The rules were simple. Stay within eyesight of him or Brad and don't talk to anyone. Wyatt climbs through a small window and we all quickly follow. "We should go for pancakes after this!" Brad yells in my ear as we make our way through the crowd of people.
"I'm going to place a bet. Stay here." Wyatt yells before disappearing into the crowd. "Holy shit. I forgot how alive these things make me feel!" June yells with a toothy smile on her face.
"Everyone fuck up!" A voice comes through some hidden speakers making the loud crowd quieten down. "Alright bets are now closed. See Timmy afterward to collect your money." The voice continues. I stand on my tippy toes trying to see the man standing in the middle of the circle but I can't see anything and huff.
"First up we have The Cowboy!" The crowd erupts into boos. June joins in despite not knowing who he is. I see a cowboy hat making its way through the crowd before a hand reaches for it and throws it like a frisbee into the crowd.
"Cheesy." I mutter rolling my eyes. "And his opponent The Killer!" This time the crowd cheers. Loudly. "Yes Killer!" June cheers. The fight starts and I can hear punches and grunts but still can't see anything.
"I'm going to get a better look." I yell to Brad and June since Wyatt isn't back yet. I push through the people easily, amazing what an elbow to the ribs can do. I managed to make my way to the edge of the circle. Both the fighters are tall and around the same build.
The man in jeans, who I'm assuming is 'The Cowboy' because he has an obnoxious belt buckle on, throws a punch to the other guys face sending blood flying and splattering on the people around the edge, including me.
I feel my eyes widen when I see who 'The Killer' is. His green eyes mirror mine when he see me. His jaw clenches as he spins back around and starts throwing kicks and punches to Cowboys face and ribs.
Cowboy runs forwards and tackles Clay to the ground. Clay lifts his legs and wraps them around Cowboys neck trapping his arm between his neck and Clays legs, cutting his air supply off.
After 30 seconds of failing to escape Cowboy taps on Clays leg three times and the crowd cheers are the loudest they've been all night.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Your winner by submission The Killer!" A short fat man with a microphone yells as he walks into the circle holding up Clays arm.
Clays eyes lock back on mine his jaw clenched as he stomps towards me. He looks pissed off. More pissed than when I yelled at him for breaking into my locker.
So I do the only logically thing I can think of. I turn and run back to where I left June and Brad. "Holy fuck. You got that close?" June squeals when she sees my blood stained clothes and face.
"Whoa what happened to you?" Wyatt giggles, yes he actually giggled, when he sees me. "Bleeding nose." I lie.
"We should go." Wyatt says lazily. His eyes are red and glazed over. "Are you high?" Brad questions once we finally get outside. "It's cool man." Wyatt laughs waving him off.
"Give me the keys. I'll drive." Brad demands holding his hand out. "It's cool dude. I can drive." Wyatt shurgs. "You're not driving while you're high!" Brad yells.
"Fuck you." Wyatt spits out before punching Brad right in the face. ��What the fuck?" I yell at Wyatt but he's already stormed off to the car and is peeling away.
"Are you okay?" I ask kneeling down to where Brad and June are sitting in the dirt. "Sorry girls." Brad says as he spits blood out from his mouth.
"He's a dick." June mutters helping Brad to his feet. "How are we going to get home?" June asks sounding worried. Her parents would literally lock her in her house if they found out where she was.
"I can ring my dad?" I ask not very confidently. "Is that Clay Helms?" Brad asks squinting pointing behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see him walking towards us. "Shit. We have to go!" I say urgently.
"What? Why?" Brad asks looking down at me. "I don't like him remember?" I say avoiding eye contact. "You're lying." He crosses his arms looking down at me. "I'll tell you later." I mutter pulling their arms away from Clay but neither of my so called friends move.
"Need a ride?" Clay calls out as he gets closer. "Yeah man that would be great." Brad answers ignoring my huff. His face is cleaned up of all the blood and only his darkened his black eye, no sign he was just in a fight.
"What were you doing here?" June asks as her and I slide into the back seat. "My uncle does the announcing." He shrugs glancing at me through the mirror.
"My cousin Wyatt's ex used to fight. We came a couple times last year before he left for college." Brad offers. Clay simply nods but doesn't say anything.
"That was crazy tonight!" June pipes up. "Did you even see anything?" Brad chuckles turning in the front seat to look at her. "Nope but I heard the guy next to me saying it was one hell of a fight."