"Fight, fight, fight!" The crowd around me yelled.
I sat there watching as my brother walked over to the boy who was his opponent.
The boy was small and skinny. His blue eyes shinning with fear. He would of been beautiful but his face had black and blue bruises all of it. His blond hair had dirt and mud through out it making it stick together.
My brother was the exact opposite. His ginger hair was clean and neat. His gold eyes bright. He was muscular and had a lot of meat on his bones.
I hated it and my brother always forced me to come to these dreadful matches. Of course he won all of his matches but I hated watching him beat on the people. The poor innocent people getting beat to death. The first hit my brother landed on the boy in front of me sent him flying against the cage.
I flinched away from him and my brother eyes landed on me as he walked over to the boy smiling.
"Brother please no." I mouthed but he only smiled wider.
I watched as my brother crouched down in front of the boy. My brother grabbed the boys chin and forced him to look at me. The boy stared at me and I felt my lip start to tremble. The boy's eyes widen and then I watched as my brother whispered something in his ear. The boy started to shack as he stared at me.
I had to leave. I was going to throw up if I didn't.
"I'm sorry." I whispered and then I got up and ran out of the arena.
I ran by people tears running down my face. Matches have never bugged me as much this one did. They have never made me cry before. Never. I knew what my brother said to the boy and my heart was crushed.
