Loves a Fight

Chapter XLVII Noels P.O.V

The shop comes to a close an hour after Draven and Emmie left.
I don't go to the ring very much anymore so I found a new way to burn off some energy.
Walking the streets as I push my bike along side me.
It's a family neighborhood and I don't want to be waking up anyone.

The gym comes into view and I pull out the key that the owner had made for me.
He saw I don't like working out infront to all those people so he decided he would put his trust in me and let me workout after hours.
The door swings open and I switch on the light.

They flicker before turning on.
I grab my phone and plug in my headphones.
I jump on the treadmill and run for about thirteen minutes.
Running is something that calms me down so I can do it forever if I wanted to.

After that I move to the weights.
Grabbing a twenty pound dumbbell I lift warming up my muscles.
After about three minutes of doing that I move to the punching bags.
My hands hold the bag as I try and get pumped up to do this.

My fist fly as I just think about everything.
I start from the very beginning of my life and how it all went to shit.
The night my entire world dissolved into a pain filled nightmare.
The way they yelled at each other and how I sat on the couch trying to think of when it all got so fucked up.

My mom was addicted to hard drugs and that's something I really haven't talked about much.
She always felt the need to have some and do it whenever she was stressed out.
So many times I would find her knocked out on the floor...

That night my dad had finally seen her falling apart because of her addiction.
He yelled at her that she needed to stop and she cried that she couldn't.
She ran out and he sat devestated and thinking that he might loose the love of his life to something so terrible like drug addiction.

Then the worst came.
He sat with me on his lap as we waited for Mom to come back.
Then the phone rang and my life flipped upside down.
He cried and dropped the phone.
I took it and listened to the rest of what the man had to say.

"I'm so sorry sir... We tried to revive her and she just wouldn't respond..." Even though I was so stupid I still understood everything he said.
Every word chipped away at my heart...

That moment will forever be engraved into my mind.
When he went to the police to gather the report and see what caused her to loose control of the car, they said she dropped something and was reaching for it.
They placed the thing she dropped on the table and my blood ran cold.

She had gone out and bought the only thing I had ever asked her for.
It was a small box the held a pair of earrings for me.
All I wanted for the longest time was to get my ears pierced.
This meant she was going to finally take me.

At that moment in time that was when I realized the way my dad looked at me had changed.
First it was the neglect.
I would sit alone for hours while he was gone drinking.

After a year and I was then 16 was when things got really serious.
He started to hit me physically.
Hitting and kicking at first.
Then he tried to tools to make me feel worthless about myself.
Around this time was when everything was at it's worst.

He would lock me this basement and torture me.
Slowly carving words and lines into my skin.
Those were the days I thought that I wouldn't wake up the next morning.
Thankfully people grew suspicious of where I had gone.
He had to let me out so people would know I was still alive.

Then he would just beat me everytime he had the hankering to.
I grew cold and hollow over the years of pain I endured.

My fists are flying as it all floods through my mind.
Then Kain came into my life and demolished my walls.
I thought I could hold him back, but my defenses failed.
He walked into my life and stole my already shattered heart.
He made me feel loved when I thought I could never love again.
Words of love and happiness were all he gave me.
Then things began to pull us apart.