The Nerd [ongoing]

eleutheromania (2.)

eleutheromania

(n.) an intense and irresistible desire for freedom

HUNTERS POV

So her name is Ava... Pretty name.. I shake my head to get rid of my thoughts and turn to Dylan. 

"So.. how do you know her?" 

Dylan turns to me and his happy face from earlier is gone. "Nonnaya business son." 

I nod my head and ask him about my fight.

My thoughts still wandering about her, Ava.

AVAS POV

As I walk home I can't stop thinking about my talk with Dylan. I need to have a fight soon too, I have bills to pay. I guess I'll text Dylan about it later today. I walk to the front door of my home, it feels weird calling it a home though, it hasn't been for years.

I open the door and step in my house, kicking my shoes off my feet. I am sure to make no sound as I do it because I know very well father is having an hell of an hangover so I can't make any sound. I walk over to the kitchen to go grab some water. No one knows much about my home-situation, some know that my mom died but nothing about my father.

He drinks to much and rarely has a job. Therefore I need to work to pay any bills we have. All the money he makes goes to beer anyway so if I didn't work we would be living on the streets by now. When I was 9 years old my mom died. She was going to pick me up from school but a drunk driver hit her. It was a shock to me when policemen came to pick me up instead.

He won't talk about it.

Every time I mentioned mom I would get a beer bottle thrown at my head so I stopped asking. He is very abusive but I can't blame him. Father loved mom and then he lost her like it's nothing and is left behind with me. I would be angry too, plus, he needs to blame someone I guess.

I finish my glass of water and head upstairs. Maybe I can go train a little..., yeah let's do that.  I trade my school bag for my sports bag and see if I have everything. Gloves, check. Bandages, check. Mask, check. I grab a few other things and put it in there to. 

I get up and change into another hoodie and some yoga-pants. I grab my sports bag and try to move as silently as possible. I walk out of my room, closing the door, and walk over to my Dad's room. I open the door and see an empty room. I walk downstairs with a questioned face, and look around. 

He is not in the living room, maybe in the kitchen. I go and look but before I can, my face makes contact with a familiar fist. I almost fell from the shock and look up.

There he is, my father. He looks at me with pure hatred and throws another punch as he asks "Where do you think you're going bitch?" 

"I was going to my work, I have to straighten up some things there." I say, trying to ignore the sting in my lip, looking down again. Technically I am not lying, I am going to the Arena to train for a little while. But if he knew where I get my money from he would probably kill me. Literally. 

"I want you back here before seven to make me some dinner." 

"Sure, dad." 

I feel another punch in my gut, "Manners bitch!" and after that he turns around to open the fridge to look for some beer.

I walk away and put on my sneakers. I close the door behind me and walk away. I put on my headphones and hit play on my phone, putting the phone in my pocket.

The sad part about this isn't the fact that he abuses me, it is that I am used to it.

HUNTERS POV

After school I went home on my motorcycle to grab my gym bag so I could train a little at the gym they have in the Arena before my fight. I fight because I like the thrill of it. I don't need the money, my parents are rich as hell. I punch the punching bag, doing a combo Dylan made up. He is standing besides me and yelling at me to do better.

Suddenly the door of the gym opens and a hooded figure steps in. Me and Dylan both look up before Dylan walks over to the hooded person and pulls the hood off, startling them. I notice it's a girl with a busted lip, I wonder how that happened. I can't see her whole face because she is wearing a mask that covers everything around her eyes.

They start talking to each other, Dylans face filled with concern, but they are to far away for me to hear what they are talking about. 

"Hey, Poison! Go on! You can do 10 more of those combo's and then 25 push-ups because you're pausing without my consent! Come on man! Work it!" Dylan yells at me, making the girl smirk. 

They start walking over and I start on my combo's.

Can't believe he is going to make me do 25 push-ups just for pausing. The girl drops her bag next to a bench and sits down. She then starts wrapping her hands. I drop down and start doing my push-ups. Ugh! Stupid Dylan. But I guess it is my fault really. Not that I am ever going to admit that. 

As I get up again, the girl is doing some stretching. Damn she has an ass on her. I smirk.

I guess I've been staring too long 'cause Dylan is yelling again "How about you not watching pretty girls and instead show me some kicks huh!" 

I quickly turn to the punching bag and start kicking it.

The girl walks over to another punching bag and starts punching it.

Wow, she has a good technique! 

"Thanks." I hear. Shit! Did I just say that out loud? 

"Yes you did! And now back to showing me some high kicks!" Dylan goes. 

I hear the girl chuckle as I go kick the bag.

I can't help but wonder why that voice sounded so familiar.