Por Favor - Chapter 5
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Anthony comes to get me, taking me to the arena. We head to my dressing room where I change my bandages, and clothes, not minding that Anthony's in the room with me, watching my every move.
"Jared or Mike?" He peeps up, that cold, angry tone dripping from his mouth.
"Jared" I respond, refusing to make eye contact with him as I put on my bedazzled robe. I hear his footsteps come closer before his arms wrap around me, holding my small body close to him.
"2 minutes, Viper!" I hear Bossman yell from the other side of my door. I pull away from Anthony and smile sadly, going out to the ring to await my opponent.
The crowd is already hyper from the intense fight going on between Clover and Mace, two really big boys. It ends with Mace kicking Clover in the nose, knocking him out. He takes his money and passes by me, winking his non-injured eye.
"NEXT UP, YOU KNOW HER, YOU LOVE HER: VIPEEEEERR!" The tacky announcer all but screams to the crowd as I get in the ring, handing the ref my robe. "AND HER CHALLENGER, MERCEDES!!!" a girl in a blue rimmed outfit, similar to mine, slides into the ring, hyping the crowd up more.
"YOU KNOW THE RULES!" the crowd shouts as we stand on opposite sides of the square, the ref standing in the middle, looks at us both and nods, blowing his whistle, quickly getting out the way.
The girl and I circle each other, I look for weaknesses in her stance knowing I have several. Her right arm is lower than her left. Gotcha.
She nearly pounces on me, going straight for my bandages, until I roll away, hanging my leg out to trip her. She falls into the ropes, all her body weight on her left arm until I pull her back by her hair and kick the back of her legs right behind her knees.
She screams and I go to attack her again but the ref holds me back to let her get up. She has a limp and punches at me weakly. I grab her arm and twist behind her back, throwing her over my shoulder, knocking her out as she goes down head first.
"WIN BY A K.O.!!" The announcer screeches. Going behind the scenes, I collect my bet money and head back to my dressing room where Anthony is already waiting for me.
"Another great fight. Another amazing win" he cheers. I smile at him and hit the shower, taking out my hair and washing it, getting rid of every trace of sweat and fight within my being.
I change my bandages and clothes one more time for the day, grab my bag and head out to Anthony's car. He drives me to the gate. I kiss his cheek and get out, hopping the gate as I've done so many times already.
As soon as I'm at the door, I'm dragged in by my wrist and thrown on the floor, my bag under me. A hand grabs my head and makes me look up, only to be backhanded by my dad. I hold my cheek, feeling tears prick at my eyes, being too weak to hold them in.
I look over at Jared who's just leaning on the wall, watching. Mike yanks my hair and I feel a pinch in my neck. The room starts spinning before it goes black.
When I wake up, my head is throbbing. I go to roll over only to be held back by ropes around my wrists and ankles.
"Ah...she's finally awake" I turn my head to see Jared smirking by the window. I look at him confused and pull at the ropes.
"Are you insane?! Let me go!" He walks over to me and back hands me, making my head turn. Great, now there's that itchy sting.
"Watch your mouth, little red" he turns my head back to look at him and he lets go of my chin, leaving the room with a chuckle.
I start pulling at the ropes again, freezing when I hear the door creak open. I close my eyes tightly in case one of them came back. I started to really panic when I felt a cloth over my face and tried to shake it off, opening my eyes to see nothing.
The bed creaks and I feel it dip...hard. I pull on the ropes harder until whatever was in here with me punched my stomach. That wasn't dad or Jared. This punch hurt 10x worse.
It started pulling up my shirt and I could hear the snip of scissors. I pull at the ropes again, hearing the wood creak which got me another punch in the stomach which made me shriek. It started cutting the sides of my pants and I could feel my eyes stinging.
Balling my fists up, I rip the wood from the bed frame and blindly punch whatever was in the room with me. I hear a groan and pull the apparent blindfold off to see an obviously drunk man. I punch him again in his head, grab the scissors and cut my ankles loose, not caring about my wrists, hightailing it out of the room, which was the guest room downstairs.
Looking around the corner, I see dad, Jared and a bunch of potential drug dealers playing poker, drinking beers, laughing loudly. I hear groans and realize that whoever that was had come to their senses.
Taking a deep breath, I run to the stairs, climbing them two at a time. They noticed me and I heard dad tell Jared to get me, along with two other guys.
Making it to my room, I lock the door as they make it to the top. I throw on a hoodie, grab a pre-stuffed bag and my phone with its charger, and go into the bathroom, locking that door in case they break my bedroom door down. I put concealer on and stuff it along with the cash I earned, my credit card that has a lot more money on it in my pocket.
The bedroom door gives way. Their heavy footsteps and voices get louder. I open the window in my bathroom and jump through it as they bang on the bathroom door. I fall to the ground, hearing a sickening pop and feel a throbbing pain in my arm.
"She's outside!" Someone yells and I start running with my bag on my back and holding my arm. I get to the gate and realize I can't climb it.
I look down and realize the bed frame and ropes still tied to my wrists. I tuck my injured arm inside my hoodie pouch and swing the bed frame bit over the gate and start hoisting myself up, using the chunk as an anchor.
Once I'm over the gate, I start running, feeling weightless. I hear them close behind me and I start screaming for help, hoping someone comes out. I turn between two buildings and realize it's a dead end, I'm cornered. 5 guys are standing 10 feet from me, slowly backing me into a corner. I scream again when their pace picks up. I curl up waiting for some type of impact, some type of pain beside the one in my arm and legs.