DAMN, sorry I haven't posted something in like a month. I was super busy! I know this is short but I promise quicker updates!
I hope you enjoy this new story, it'll be shorter than AMIDR will be. But it'll be very dramatic and cute! Cute is my forte! :)
Enjoy :)
"You ready kid?" My coach whispered as he massaged my shoulders, warming me up for my match. I nodded and got up, and he patted my shoulder to get me going. My opponent stood before me, the lights were close the ground making me blink a few times before focusing. The shady looking referee announced our names, using my nickname Wolf.I really wasn't nervous at all, not to be cocky, but I was a lot bigger than whoever fighting me was, I didn't even bother to hear his name. Once the referee moved over to the side, I lunge forward throwing a punch towards his abdomen and hit it directly. I withdrew myself and circled the ring and when he recovered he did the same. He kicked but I put up my arms in time to block it. Right when he was bringing his leg back down, I brought my leg upward to kick his face, which also connected. He fell to the floor; I slowly walked over to him to make sure that he was really finished. Out cold.
I walked back over to my coach Sam who was waiting for me at the corner.
"Good job Jake, we'll go get our money and leave." I hopped under the red ropes and put my sweater back on. If you're wondering why I wasn't celebrating my victory with the referee holding my hand up and all that crap. It's because I'm not one of those fighters that you see on TV. I'm an underground fighter. You know, the illegal kind. I really don't know how I got into this business specifically, but it started after my parents decided to the reservation without us. My father loved to gamble, and he would lose his entire pay check at the casino, while my mother spent hers shopping for shoes and other crap she didn't need. After spending every last dollar they had, they both ran away somewhere to start a new life after finding out loan sharks were coming back to get their money. So basically, all my brother Seth and I had left was each other. I fought for money, for him, nothing else.
"Name?" he asked sternly with a scratchy voice.
"Jacob Black." I replied squinting, trying to see a bit beyond the glass.
"Ah you, you're doing well kid. Keep it up, and you're gonna be at the top of this place." He slid three hundred dollars under the small opening at the bottom. I counted it, making sure it was exact. He was right, only a few more wins before I turned into an underground pro. Meaning more money, more 'endorsements', and especially no more living in poverty. I stuffed the wad of cash in my back pocket.
Sam and I left as quickly as possible, not wanting anywhere near that place unless we were getting paid. Sam and I have been best buds since… I don't even remember. I just know that he has been there way before the family crap started happening. Afterwards he just became my manager of some sort. He look very similar to me, he could have been me and Seth's brother if you had seen all three of us together, which was pretty often. Raven black hair, brown eyes, and a muscular build. We emerged from the underground stairs leading to a dark alley way. The chill eerie place seemed like a scene from some cliché movie.
"Anything you need before you go home?" Sam asked curiously as we exited the alley way to a regular looking street. The light burst through making me blink a few times, it was as though the alley was in a completely different world than the real one.
"Um, I think Seth wanted this new game or something." He nodded and we headed a bit further down the street to where we parked his car. I really wish I could have a car like this, a red convertible. If that was ever going to happen, I would have to get a real job. One that didn't involve beating the shit out of people. Sam could afford it of course, he worked in some law firm or something, and he only came with me to these fights as backup in case anything happened. He revved his car a few times, and he start turning away when we heard a shout coming from behind us.
"Wait wait! Guys wait up!" I turned around to see my beautiful girlfriend running up to the car. She got to the passenger side of the car where I was sitting, and leaned her arms on the door, panting like crazy.
"Hey Bella!" I greeted cheerfully. She mustered enough energy to look up at me, and put on a bright smile.
"Hey Jake…do you…think…I could get…a ride?" She panted as she spoke. I turned to Sam, and he responded by simply nodding his head again. I looked back to her, and held her chin, placing a light kiss on her small pink lips. Boy, was she sexy. Her beautiful dark brown hair, fell just passed her shoulders. Her eyes were a light brown, and her skin was a little pale. Something I didn't like all that much, but I liked her anyway.
"Thanks guys." She replied opening the back door, and hopping in, placing her bag in between her legs.
Oh how I wish that I was that bag right now. I smirked to myself at the thought.
"So, where to Bella?" Sam asked as he exited his parking space and drove onto the road mixing in with the rest of the cars.
"I- um gotta pick up a few things for my dad. He's sick." She replied from the back, we could barely hear her soft angelic voice over the roaring wind being created as we drove. That's weird, I thought Charlie was out of town for some police business. She pulled out some lip balm from her back and began applying it when she finished her answer. Her beauty entranced me, and I let the thought leave my head.
"Charlie? Yeah sure, I'll drive over to the pharmacy, but we gotta go after that. Seth can't be left home alone too long." I chuckled at the thought of Seth at home ravaging around at home in his underwear, breaking furniture, eating junk food, or just breaking everything in general. We soon arrived at the pharmacy since it was no more than a few blocks away.
"Thanks again guys!" she replied cheerfully as she hugged same from over the car door, and kissed me from my side. She waved as we pulled out of the spot, and left for home.
We pulled into my driveway no more than ten minutes later, we quickly hopped up the stairs of our porch and opened the door with my keys. I pushed the door in slowly popping my head in to make sure everything was fine. Sam hovered behind me to see for himself. Everything was fine, the furniture was still intact, no junk food wrappers on the floor. But that was actually the problem, it was too fine. We took a few quiet steps into the house taking our shoes off on the way. I lead the way into the house with Sam still behind me.
"Seth?" I called out, my voice echoed through the house. No response. We peaked our heads into the small kitchen, and we gasped at what we saw. Seth sat at the kitchen table, typing away at his laptop eating bar after bar of candy or chocolate. Where he got those, I had no clue. Empty wrapper laid all around his laptop, his eyes glued to the screen.
"Seth! What happened?" I shouted. I was partially mad that he had spent his allowance on candy, since we were so tight on cash. The other part was because he knew he wasn't allowed to have that much sugar. When he was little, he would always have a sugar rush and crash soon after.
"Oh hey Jake! What's up? I'm just sitting here eating candy, playing games. You know, everyday stuff. How was your job? Good? Okay!" He spoke so quickly, I could barely understand what he was saying.
His eyes were wide, and had a bit of chocolate smudged on his cheek. He finally looked up at us both and immediately crashed, his eyes closed and his head fell back hanging over the back of the chair. Sam and I immediately looked at each other and burst out laughing. After a good minute or so, we calmed down. I sighed and walked over to Seth and threw the kid over my shoulder. Sam stayed downstairs watching something on our old tube television, while I carried Seth upstairs. I pushed the door open with my foot, and laid Seth down on his single bed. Once I laid him down I took around at his room, it was pretty plain the only things he had in his room were, a bed, a small nightstand, and wood desk in the corner. On the outside Seth seemed like a normal teen at a glance, but no one else knew that we were poor, or abandoned. Seth was always kind, sensitive, caring and he never let his sadness show. I know it was there though, how could it not be? He deserved so much more than I could afford to give him. I sighed deeply as I returned back to Sam who was still sitting on our little couch. The only reason why we weren't living in a box right now was because of his support, it was a plus that our parents didn't bother taking anything with them as they left either.
"So how is the bugger?" he chuckled, as I took my place at the opposite end of the couch.
"He's fine, just feeling a bit bad for him is all." I replied resting my chin in my hand.
"And why is that?" he questioned me.
"It's just that he's so kind you know? And I can't really give him what he deserves. Seth is just a great brother and I feel bad knowing that he hides his sadness and crap." I sighed once more, and laid my head back, sinking into couch.
"You've been doing a lot of thinking huh? Jacob, he knows you try your best to earn as much money as you can. Seth loves you for what you can do. Not what you can't." he answered wisely. I smiled at the memories of Seth following me everywhere I went. I always pretended he was an annoyance, but in truth I loved having someone look up to me.
"Since when did you get so wise? Thanks Sam." I smirked at him, he was definitely our families support. I would've given up a long time ago, if he weren't here.
"Anytime bro. I got to leave now though, Emily just called. We're making dinner together." Emily was his boyfriend, and they were really perfect. Never had I heard or seen them get into a fight. The only time where Sam didn't enjoy Emily's presence was when she made them cook together. Which he hated.
"Good luck." I laughed as he left our home. Great now I was practically home alone, with Seth sleeping it off upstairs.
"Might as well take a nap also." I whispered to myself as I put my hands behind my head, and laid down on the couch.
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