-TO BE TAKEN DOWN-
Katy Thomas is best known for her booming bakery shop, Katy Cakes, that has desserts as sweet as she.
Her new neighbor, Gage Rivers, is best known for being bitter and closed off from others.
The only thing they really have in com...
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Left. Right. Kick. Fall. Repeat.
That's all tonight's match against Alex "the Assassin" Jacobs consisted of. It was so dull I zoned out a couple of times thinking about what I'm supposed to do at work tomorrow. I only came back to reality when it was time to dodge his fist. We went around and around the ring until Jason gave me the look signaling it was time to finish this. I almost felt sorry for the guy. With his new fan base recently established, this wasn't going to look good. Still, I had a debt to pay. And unfortunately, the only way to achieve that was to win.
And so, I did.
I didn't get anything out of it besides the money. No glory, no satisfaction. I just came to do what I was supposed to do and leave. I tried not to think too much of it as I left the ring, but I couldn't wash away the image of Alex in the middle of the ring on his back, blood escaping the side of his mouth, staring blankly up at the ceiling. That was the true look of defeat on several different levels.
The image stuck with me even now as I got ready for work. It was chilling, but I had other things to worry about. Over the past few weeks of working at Katy Cakes, I started to notice a pattern in the business flow and since today is Saturday I knew we would be slammed. I tried to hurry to get there, but when I turned on my bike I was met with silence rather than it's usual roar.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I tried turning it on again, and again, and again to no avail. I seriously debating on kicking it but 1) that wouldn't help and 2) it might actually make it worse. Instead, I squatted down to check everything out. The engine looked fine, especially the battery, but when the starter didn't turn over I knew my issue.
"Fuck," I ran my fingers through my hair. This wasn't good. I could get this repaired within half a day but I needed to go to work now. It's days like this when I really wished I had a car. Not that I would ever trade this bike in. It has a bigger meaning to me than being just some vehicle. Still, it would be nice to have a backup.
I could ask Katy for a ride but I don't think there is enough room on her little bike for the both of us. Plus she already left so even if I thought that might work for a second it still wouldn't matter.
With a sigh, I resorted to my final option which was to walk. Luckily it's not that far, but I won't be making it there on time for my shift. Katy is pretty understanding though so maybe she won't mind this time. Really she's going to have to because I have no other option.
Accepting the inevitable, I started making my way towards the bakery. At least it's not too hot outside today, I noted. Usually, near the end of August it feels like the sun is on full blast. So I won't gripe too much about my journey.
