The Fighter's Club: Survival of The Fittest

Chapter 15 ◆◆ Tell The Children: Part 1

Chapter 15-  Tell The Children Part 1

Nine Years Ago

From the variations of soft murmurs, mild vibrations on to loud erupting rumbles you feel in your chest.. The sounds of motors roaring on were the sweet tunes of my lullaby. The yellow street lights far in between of country backroads and interstate highways were the images engraved into my mind right before my eyes always drifted closed. The road signs became my own personal reading instructors and the trucks stops with the good vending machines that don't take your money became the best friend I'd ever known.

Same story, same day, different destination but the same old way of life.

The road continued to unfold right before my eyes as I mindlessly stared out of the window. The radio was playing lowly but I didn't care to make out the sound.

My knees were pulled up as close as the seat allowed while my head lay resting against my thighs. The position was one I was so used to, I could stay positioned like this for hours even drift off to sleep like this. No thoughts ever really came to me while we were on road except the question of where exactly this new journey of uprooting our life again would take me and my mother.

She never told me where we were headed or why we always had to leave every place we'd ever been. All I ever got was a "let's go Angel, only grab the things you absolutely can't live without" and after you've moved as many times as we have you learn no object ever is so important you can't live without it.

Material things could always be rebought or replaced, anything of sentimental value didn't need to be carried around because it lay in your heart and my mind where no one could ever take it away or where it could never be left behind... Hearing that my entire life I'd think I would have it completely down but it never hurt any less when randomly it was time for us to leave on a new adventure and I had to leave everything I had grew to love right in it's place at the blink of an eye.

The only thing that couldn't be replaced was me and her. The thickest thieves, greatest explorers and travelers the world's ever seen. It's always just been me and her, no one else ever having a permanent fixture in our lives and anyone who got too close was ignored until they got the point that we didn't need anyone else or we left town only to never be heard from again.

This life was difficult but it was only one I had. Sometimes I wished I could have some place permanent to call home like the other kids yet I knew my mother knew what was best. Although I never had the slightest idea why we always seemed to be jumping from place to place constantly I trusted that it was always because she never had any other option.

"Hey Angel, you awake baby??" My mother glanced up and through the rearview mirror back at me before quickly switching her eyes back on the road in front of her.

The road was nearly empty.. lonely in a way but most of the times we head out to whatever new place we will call home for a minimum of a couple of months and if things are good a year a tops things are like this. The moment we leave out is always spur of the moment mostly in the middle of the night when other people are fast asleep.

"Hmm mmm" I mumbled thoughtlessly raising my head slightly to glance up into the mirror making eye contact with her dark brown eyes.

"Babygirl I know you're tired of the moving but this time. Mommy's hoping we won't have to move again." She started to give me the same speech I'd heard a hundred times. First it starts with the same old I know you're tired of moving quote going on into the fake hopes and dreams that whatever city we ended up in would be the last adventure we'd take on and the permanent home. I was tired of it, had been for a couple of years now since I'd been able to figure out that we always were going to move even when she said we wouldn't anymore.