I looked at my father he raised his fist and I was tired from fighting him. I wondered when coach turned into a monster. Once he was my boxing coach trying to give me an advantage but now the blows were harder.
"Come on Bianca. Straighten up." Another fist hit my side.
"I need a break." He stopped.
"Your brother never stopped."
"He was only seven!" I threw the gloves down and walked away.
"Where are you going?" I turned to see him angry.
"Anywhere but here." I slammed the door and walked to my car hoping to catch up with Drew.
Adam hit the ground again. He slammed the grass with his fists and stood ready to hit KC. I jumped from the bench and held him back.
"Calm down Adam." This was the first time this afternoon and probably wouldn't be the last. Ever since he started taking testosterone he has become more high strung. If today was like the rest there would be two more outbursts.
"KC get in goal." I set ten balls out and let Adam get revenge.
"How's he holding up?" I shrugged at Bianca.
"Tough for him to adjust, last year he was on the girls team, boys play different." He watched him take onslaught on KC. I flinched when Adam hit KC in the groin.
"He's got precision down." I nodded knowing KC's pain.
"So why are you here?" I asked gently not wanting to piss of another girl. She just shrugged.
"Needed some time away." I wrapped my arm around her.
"Whats going on B?" She didn't meet my eyes.
"Nothing." I wanted to believe her but I knew she was strong and didn't need my babying.
"Has he thought of taking up boxing? Its good to get agility." Drew looked thoughtful.
"Where would he train we are pretty tapped out, with his transition and all." She had an evil smirk.
"My father owns a small club, we could go see if he'd do it." I wondered why all of a sudden she would let me meet her family.
"Adam! KC! Wrap it up." Adam went to grab a ball and when KC tapped it Adam slid and tackled KC to the ground. I looked at him laughing as he took the ball and kicked it. I ducked when he was trying to take my head off.
"Damn it Adam!" I had to watch my brother, that was the eighth time he tried to hit my face. I picked up the balls and threw them in the bag.
"Lead the way?" I watched her take off and I took the guys behind her.
I knew this was risky but Adam could get some good shots in at my old man with that precision he had. It would be worth it to see a bruise on that bastards face. I stepped into the small building.
"Back?" He stopped with the new guy he was training.
"Adam needs some agility help." The boys stepped through the door.
"Well step up boy." Adam cautiously approached my father.
"Cant practice in all those clothes." Adam stripped off his jacket and his pants leaving his shorts.
"Get this boy some gloves." Adam slipped on the gloves and looked slightly out of place. My father threw a punch and Adam ducked it.
"What the hell?" My father smirked at him and threw a leg and Adam jumped but my fathers leg caught his sending him to the mat. He stood and I saw that fire in his eyes light up.
"Gotta be quicker than that boy." My father threw a two three combination. Adam got caught on the last punch. Adam threw back with a punch straight to my fathers nose, I jumped when I saw blood.
"Good one." My father wiped the blood but kicked at Adam, he was ready though and jumped the leg this time. Adam went to work and got a few good kicks and punches at my old man. My father stopped out of breath. Adam was drenched in sweat but he looked relieved like he let some of the anger go. I took the gloves from Adam.
"Tomorrow when you see a leg think of it as a kick, jump." He nodded obviously the two hours catching up with him, he was a reserved fighter but when he let go damn he was a good fighter. I saw my father pop open a bottle and dreaded going home. I now knew where he was storing the alcohol. Drew had taken Adam home and I had drove home after locking up the gym. My mother was out of town and when I walked in there were my fathers friends drinking and playing cards. I tried to sneak up to my room.
"Where are you going girl?" I turned and looked at my father, his friends were all undressing me with their eyes.
"Upstairs." My father stood and pulled a chair between his two other friends.
"Your going to sit right here." He roughly shoved me down. I stood but his hand slapped me and I sat. Both of his friends were totally wasted, their burly look did nothing for them. I jumped slightly when I felt one of their hands on my thigh. I stomped on his foot with my boots. He howled in pain. I stood and my father was there.
"What in hell do think your doing?"
"Kicking the guy who tried to cop a feel, or did you forget I am your daughter." He slapped me again then I felt two arms wrap around me. I struggled against the man who pressed his lips to my neck. I kicked up and he loosened his grip but this enraged my father. My arms being tied up I had no protection against his punch. I fell from the blow the guy letting me go. I fell hitting my face on the wall. I stood scared this was no fair fight. I ran as fast as I could to my room and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and rubbed some where ever that mans lips were near on my skin. I looked in my mirror and saw another scar above my eyebrow, coming home was a mistake. I slipped from my room and drove to the one place I knew there would be no questions.
"Hello?" I looked at Clare.
"Can I stay here?" She let me in and I moved from the night.
"Whats going on? What happened to your face?" I shook my head.
"Can you just not say anything about it to Drew. I can handle it, just got into some trouble." She sighed and nodded.
"The guest room is made up... but before you go into the living room." Adam stepped out and looked at me, damn it again he was where he shouldn't be.