Tyler Moore regretfully returns my phone. He makes me upset a bit. Why should he care about if he can't repair a phone? Why should he hit his nose into my problems? I know the phone is old, it belongs to my dad, and he used it a lot. In fact, it's also a miracle that it still works. But we couldn't take the risk of getting the ticket on paper or using my own device. Which, by the way, is hidden in the bag along with my plaster and uniform. Right now, I have Yvonne's left-off clothing on me, and it's a little conspicuous that they weren't made for me. The upper's sleeve ends slightly above my wrist so I rolled up to my elbows and the stems of my pants also sway over my ankles. But I didn't have a choice in that either, I can't wear my uniform for obvious reasons, and I didn't have any other clothes. The need breaks the law. By the way, I will have to get rid of the bag and its contents in the capital, in three different places. Far from each other so that it is not conspicuous. My first independent deeds in my new life. It is stress me a little. It also hurts my stomach. I stroke my belly and as soon as the feeling came, it goes away. It will go. Everything will be all right.
"Do you have pain?"
My polite travel companion inquires. Somehow I don't like him, but it's more due to her sisters because e is five-star anyway. If he weren't a Moore, I would be curious about him too.
"I'm a little nervous." I distract him gently, but somehow he doesn't want to falter.
"Are you going to a doctor?" He asks curiously.
"To a doctor? Why?" I ask back in amazement, even though I don't want to talk to him. Curiosity, on the other hand, is stronger. What makes him to think that I want to go to a doctor?
"I was just thinking about your condition.
"Because of my condition?"
I ask in astonishment. I was wrong. This man is not only not five-star, but a total idiot. "Why should I see a doctor because of my condition?"
Although my condition is about as stable as an unpaved tent in the sands of the desert, along with my life prospects, I have skipped off precisely to avoid a certain kind of doctors.
"You caressed your belly," he replies hesitantly.
"It is a bit upset because of nervousness," I explain. "It won't be an easy way for me in the next few months." I add diplomatically, so that he doesn't know very much about anything specific that could later be my traitor.
"Getting a baby into the world is really hard, even with the father standing next to you," he nods. Baby? What baby? What? I can look at him a little stupid because he, too, is staring back helplessly. Does he imagine that he got me pregnant yesterday? Seriously? He's an adult man, so he might have some idea about making a baby! We just kissed yesterday. It was cool, but I don't remember anything like bringing the date together between our cells! Would I have been drunk with some kind of dating drug and not remember the details? It is out of the question, there was no time or opportunity for it!
"We should have done more for a baby yesterday than we did." I moan at last.
"Aren't you pregnant?" he asks as painfully as he does.
"Even if we had gotten to there yesterday, how would I know? It couldn't even be detected in a day! But we didn't do anything like that."
"Are you pregnant from anyone else?"
"Why would I be pregnant?"
I scream softly. After Tyler Moore's hesitant explanation, I am finally able to laugh: he thought I was one of the girls my dad helped to go to clinics to terminate their pregnancies.
"No, I'm not pregnant. My father just wanted me to hide from my friends. When a girl slept there before the next day's surgery, we could never go to my dad's room. That came in handy now."
From the facial expression of him, I realize I have betrayed myself. From his curious gaze, I see that I will not be able to direct the topic in other ways.
"Why did you have to hide from them?" He asks in surprise. "They're your friends, aren't they? I guess they would support you, help you with anything, right? Maybe you don't want to put up them to your plans?"
Tyler Moore becomes silent, when my despair, anger, and temper are beautifully spread all over my face. Ivo and Yvonne as they support me and not the sisters of this bastard! This guy is totally naive!
"I think I was wrong again." He says after a big swallow.
"Yes, of course."
The man does not respond to my remark, he just stares at me rigidly. I don't deal with it, there's something else that catches my attention. I find it strange that the memory of Ivo and Yvonne somehow no longer sticks into my heart. Did it really happen only a day ago that my dreams were shattered? I feel like it's been about a thousand years since I saw Ivo kissing Taylor Moore. Strange.
"What are you going to do in the capital?" Tyler Moore's voice jerked out of contemplation.
"I'll be an MMA fighter." I answer incidentally, still half stunned by my discovery.
"MMA fighter?"
He asks, and in his voice, to my surprise, mockery can also be discovered. I'm getting upset on this. Who do you think this man is? Why does he have to laugh on my dreams?
"Do you have any objections?" I provoke him.
"I don't have a single one, but my opinion is that your career will end soon!"
"Why ???" I spin myself into anger at his constant laughter.
"Because you're weak! He finally answers seriously after a small break.
"I'm not weak!"
"You are weak. You're not strong enough to race," He says while his gaze wandering me from head to toe. "In your current state, they'd beat you up in the qualifiers so you'll never be able to get back on your feet, let alone enter the ring again."
"What do you mean by that?" I shout in full rage, just as despair overwhelms me. A small part of my brain is says this man is right, but my whole heart hopes he is wrong.
"Then attack and you'll see!" He invites me relatively friendly.
He doesn't have to say it twice, I'll start right away. I hope it lets my anger vanish. I am always stronger, when I am angry. It's going to be a slap in the face for him. I have no remorse for it, after all, he has allowed it, hasn't he? Well, I don't stack so much, just a little, to calm my soul, to prove that my dream will succeed. I have to prove he's wrong. And to my family. And to everyone, goddamn! The place is small, we're in a train cabin after all, but I'm surprised to find that Tyler Moore is easily blocking my punches. I need to take my attempts to a higher level quickly. This man knows something, I have to admit that. However, not a single blow of mine reaches him. He doesn't even attack, he just defends.
"Shall we continue?"
He asks, watching into my eyes. I don't answer, I attack again. Unsuccessfully. In my desperation and anger, I no longer adhere to fair play, I kick towards his groin. I quickly regret it. Tyler Moore is a really well trained fighter. He hits my leg so hard that my bone cracks, then he catches me with half an arm and after a second I realize I can't move out his grip. Although I could actually move, every move causes such severe pain that I see stars from it. I don't move, I don't feel pain. I could learn this quickly. I am peacefully panting. The sudden exertion, after six weeks of inactivity, was quite exhausting, and the pain put with a shovel on it.
"Do you want to continue?" Tyler Moore asks after a while.
"No. I give up" I answer in despair. We have to admit if someone is better than us, even though the feeling is not good. However, he will not let me go. Actually, it's not that bad to be in his arms, he has a delicate soap scent that I know from my dad. "Would you let me go? I'm not going to attack you, and I've already admitted defeat."I ask him after a while when he's starting to get embarrassed to hug me.
"You haven't said the magic word yet" He says kindly.
"I give up, I lost." I say impatiently.
"Did not win."
"Then I don't know what you want!"
"What did you want to do first?" he asks angrily, and giving me a hint.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to kick your balls."