All of a sudden his father slammed his foot down onto Joel's instep, causing him to yelp in pain and instinctively loosen his grip. His father then pried his hands off and shoved him to the ground...
Joel lifted his foot and slammed it down onto the instep of Crush, causing the man to grunt in pain and move back instinctively. His arms still gripped Joel's waist, but he could feel that the hold had loosened. Crush had stepped back enough now to let him bring his knee up and make contact with the man's groin. That caused his grip to fall away completely and Joel spun out of the hold. Crush was bent over slightly with his hands clutched between his legs, offering him no protection anywhere else.
Seizing his opportunity to put an end to the fight, Joel raised his arm and slammed his fist hard into the side of his opponents head. Crush went down in a heap immediately and the crowd surrounding Joel let out a roar.
People started to move forward now, slapping Joel on the back and congratulating him. Money began to change hands between the group, with a wad of it pressed firmly into Joel's fist. A couple of men went over to Crush and started to shake him until the man started to move on his own, and then they helped him to his feet.
"Great finish, my man!"
"Way to go. My money was on you the whole time. Fucking A."
"You ready to go again tomorrow night?"
This last question was posed by Randy, a big beefy black man who had introduced him to this group just two weeks ago after seeing him in a bar fight. Since then he had set him up with another fight almost every other night. This was the first time he had offered him another bout the very next day.
Joel nodded. "Sure."
"Great. We'll do it here again. Looks like we haven't been ratted out so we may as well use this place another night. Same time."
Joel nodded. His cheek hurt, but other than that he hadn't been injured too badly. He'd be ready to go again. A few more fights and he'd be able to afford first and last month's rent on a shitty apartment, get himself out of the shelter. He was tired of sleeping with all of his valuables up against his body under the covers. Not that he had that much to lose.
The crowd was already starting to disperse and the headlights on the car behind him shut down, leaving him in darkness as he watched the people filter away.
Chapter Four
Amber
She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. All of these people had been standing around watching a fight and betting on it? She was no stranger to fighting, of course, she'd seen UFC fights on TV on occasion, and although she didn't seek them out, she had to admit to getting a bit of a thrill watching two scantily clad and buff men rolling around getting all sweaty together. But in an alleyway next to her building? She would never have imagined such things actually happened.
The winner, the blond who just collected the money, still stood in the alley watching everyone else depart, as if he had nowhere of his own to hurry off to at this time of night. In the darkness, she could no longer see the sheen of sweat that covered his well-defined abs, but in her mind's eye she could still imagine it. She had to admit this boy was fine, but such an animal. The look on his face as he punched the other man seemed cold, as if he didn't care at all what happened to him.
As she stared at him, only a few feet away and no longer hidden by the crowd of people, he looked up at her and caught her gaze. His eyes flickered with something, the coldness gone for a moment, and her heart started to pound in her chest as she realized that she was exposed now, and very nearly alone with a man that had just beaten someone unconscious.
His eyes seemed to pull her in as they met her own, and she could feel her heart pound even harder and her face start to flush. Quickly, she yanked her gaze away and hurried out of the alley. Fumbling with her keys, she unlocked the security door and shut it behind her, only then letting out the heaving breaths that she hadn't even realized she had been holding. She didn't even want to imagine what her mother would say to her in this situation.
She stood there for another minute until her breathing was back to normal, thinking about the tall stranger she had just watched. What did it feel like to have such power? To know that you could dominate another person so physically. She wondered if he was that dominant in the bedroom and she felt her face redden again. Shaking her head to clear such ridiculous thoughts, she headed for the elevator. It was time to get to bed. Wondering idly whether her dreams would be filled with violence and domination, she couldn't help but think that if they included the tall fighter, maybe they wouldn't be completely unwelcome.
Chapter Five
Joel
Joel looked at his watch, a vestige of his old life and the last thing his father had given him before kicking him out of the house. It wasn’t worth anything beyond timekeeping, and he wouldn’t even keep the thing if he didn’t need exactly that. Most people these days didn’t even wear a watch anymore, but he had no money for smart phones or tablets or whatever it was people used. This old Timex would do until he’d made it, and it would serve as a reminder of what he’d left behind until he did.
It was still two hours to go, plenty of time for him to get there on foot. No need to waste money on a subway when it was only three miles away from this shelter. The walk could double as a warm up for the upcoming fight.
A light rain started to fall as he walked, making the poor visibility of the night-time darkness even worse. He didn't love the rain, although it would help cool him during the fight. The weather may also thin the crowds, unfortunately. That would affect him directly, since less people meant less money for him. Randy gave the winner 20% of the action. Last night, that worked out to almost $200. Loser got nothing but a potential hospital bill, something he definitely couldn’t afford. But he’d need at least a broken bone to even consider that. He was used to pain. Pain he could deal with. Broken bones were something he couldn’t fix on his own.
“He’ll need at least six stitches along with the cast,” the doctor said to Joel’s father. “How did you say this happened, again?”
“Kids,” my father said with a laugh that was almost convincing, even to Joel. It helped that his father probably did think his injury was funny. “Skateboarding accident, landed on his face and arm. We cleaned it up before we came in, got the gravel out.”
“You did a remarkable job,” the doctor said. Joel could see he was skeptical, but he wasn’t going to get a different story out of Joel. “At any rate, we’ll need to give him morphine before we set the arm. And then I’ll stitch up the head.” His father sat in the room the whole time, making sure Joel didn’t say anything to contradict his story. On the way home, they stopped to fill his prescription for morphine pills to take for the next few days to ease the pain.
By the time they got home, his arm was throbbing again.
“My arm is hurting,” he said to his father as he walked into the kitchen. His father was standing at the sink with a beer and the bottle of pills in front of him, they were already open.
His father fished a couple of fingers into the bottle and pulled out a pill. He looked at Joel and smiled cruelly, then popped it into his own mouth and swallowed it down with a swig from his bottle. “Tough luck on that,” he said. “Maybe next time you stay the fuck out of the way when your mother and I are talking.” He popped the top back onto the bottle and dropped them into his pocket.
Talking. That’s what he called what he did with his fists.
That was the last Joel had seen of that bottle until he found it in the garbage a couple of days later, empty. By then the pain had either dulled significantly, or he had gotten used to it. Either way, he didn’t care anymore. At least it hadn’t happened to his good arm. He could still use it to block the old man if he had to.
Chapter Six
Amber
Another late night and Amber couldn't wait to get home and crawl into bed. She'd had a long night last night, for some reason images of the fight had kept flashing through her mind. She wasn't one for brutality, but
there was just something about it that she couldn't forget. The one residual image of the tall winner staring at her as she turned away was what she remembered most. His deep eyes burned into her mind. She wondered what color they were, it had been impossible to tell in the darkness last night. In her dreams, they were golden.
Rain was pouring from the sky tonight, and she hadn't even thought to bring an umbrella. The short walk to her apartment left her drenched, and it wasn't until she was a few feet from the front door that she began to hear the familiar shouting filling her ears from the alleyway again. Her heart started to pound. Amber had assumed it would be a onetime thing, she never imagined they would be back again tonight, especially not in this weather. Despite being exhausted and really wanting to get to bed, she had to look. What if he was there again? Maybe if she saw him again, she could free the image from her mind and get some sleep.
The setup seemed similar with the car in the alleyway lighting the fight up with its headlights and a crowd of people circling the fighters. If anything, there were even more people here tonight and each one seemed to be cheering and yelling even louder than the other. It was amazing the cops hadn't shown up yet. In any other neighborhood they would have. In this one, they were probably too busy with more serious issues. Besides, the rain seemed to be drowning out the sound from spreading too far from the source.
Not content with looking over shoulders, Amber pushed her way to the front this time. These people were on her property, sort of, so she felt justified even though she caught a couple of dirty looks as she pushed her way through.
In the middle of the crowd, two fighters were facing each other. Their shirtless bodies were already slick with sweat and mud, obviously both men had already fallen to the ground - whether by slipping in the rain or by being thrown down by their opponent, she had no idea.
It took her a moment to recognize which of the fighters was the man from last night because of the mud. Both men were similar in size, although the new one seemed heavier, more muscular.
As she watched, the one from last night threw a swinging punch at the other man, who dodged it, only to follow it up with a kick to the thigh that made the thicker man wince and step back. Amber clapped and let out an involuntary squeal. What the hell am I doing, she wondered immediately. Why was she so invested in this stranger? Why should she care if he wins or loses? The only thing she should really care about was how soon it would be over, so she could head on up to bed. But her eyes betrayed her and she kept them focused on the tall man from last night.
The blond hair on his head seemed darker tonight, soaked through with rain, and his face had a stain across it that she had assumed was mud, although now that she thought about it, could just as easily be blood. How much of the fight had she had already missed?
"Who are these guys," she asked the man next to her. He was a thin man with glasses that seemed too fogged up in the warm rain to really even see anything, but she hoped he had more of an idea of what was going on than she did.
"UFC," the man said simply.
"Wait, what? The one that I see on TV all the time?" she asked. There was no way these guys were real UFC fighters, were they?
The man smiled at her. "Nah. This one stands for Underground Fight Club. These guys just wish they were in the real thing."
"Oh," she said. That made more sense.
The crowd let out a quick sound as the bigger man threw out a quick jab that caught the blond in the nose, snapping his head back. Amber sucked in a hiss and put her hand to her mouth.
"You have money on Joel? Might be a good bet, I'm taking the same gamble," the man next to her said. Joel. That was his name.
"Why?"
"He's somewhat new, but he's hungry. Haven't seen him lose a fight yet. He is a bit over-matched this time, though. Brutus is a lot more experienced."
"Why is he fighting him then?" All of sudden she felt simultaneously concerned and silly that she cared about a man she had never met.
"He was a last minute sub, although I doubt he knows that. Randy, the organizer, tells me this kid is pretty naive."
Another roar from the crowd and Amber's gaze snapped back to the action just in time to see Brutus had somehow gotten behind Joel with his arms around the smaller man's neck. Joel had one hand in between his neck and the other man's forearm, keeping him from locking the choke in completely. The two of them struggled for at least a minute and Amber was sure it was the end for Joel. All of a sudden he manoeuvred himself in such a way as to expose the other man's torso and he was able to deliver a swift elbow to the solar plexus.
Brutus stepped back and his grip loosened enough for Joel to wrench his way out, his job easier as they were both slick from the rain and mud. He pushed the big man away as both fighters paused to catch their breath, eyeing each other like wild animals.
"Whew, thought he was done for there," the man observed.
"How much did you bet?"
"I have $100 on him," the man answered.
"So everyone here just comes to watch the fight and place bets on who wins?"
"Of course," he replied, as if it was the most logical thing in the world.
"Are there rules to this... spectacle?"
"No weapons, bare hands only. Other than that, no." The man pulled his glasses off and wiped them on his shirt, as if just now noticing how wet they were. They were already splattered with fresh drops by the time he returned them to his face.
The men in the middle were circling each other again, each one looking for a weakness in the other. Amber's breath seemed caught in her throat as she watched, each nerve on edge as she waited nervously for the action to continue.
Chapter Seven
Joel
His opponent tonight was strong, fast and wasn't falling for a lot of the tricks he'd been able to pull on fighters in the past. Joel could feel his heart thumping in his chest and if it wasn't for the pounding rain coming down and the roar of the crowd around him, he was sure he'd have been able to hear it as well. It had been a long time since he felt this emotion. Fear.
"Get out, get the fuck out!"
"Where the hell am I supposed to go?"
"You think I care, boy? I'm done letting you leech from me. For 18 years I've paid for everything, wiped your ass, let you eat my food. I'm done. I've been dreaming of this day."
"Fine, you fucking prick. Let me just get some stuff and you'll never hear from me again."
Joel's father laughed, but there was no joy in it. "Everything in this house is mine, boy. I paid for all of it. You're lucky I let you keep the clothes on your back."
"Are you fucking kidding me? Mom! Mom?"
"Leave your mother out of this, she's with me on this. We've both been waiting for this day. Get out before I fucking go and call the cops on you for trespassing."
A year ago, his threat would have been to kick his ass, but as Joel matured his father had begun to slowly realize that was no longer possible. The last time the two of them fought, his father had been the one that had ended up needing a doctor. No doubt that was part of why he'd been trying to get rid of him. But Joel's mother would have no one to protect her if he left. Why wasn't she sticking up for him.
"Mom?"
"I told you to get the fuck out already."
"Not until I talk to Mom," Joel said. He stood up to his full six feet two inches and pushed his chest against his father. He looked down at the older man, daring him to make a move.
"Fine," his dad said, taking a step back. "Linda, come out and say goodbye to Joel. He's finally getting the hell out of our house and leaving us in peace."
Joel's mother finally appeared in the hallway leading back to her bedroom where she'd been most of the day. A lot of times she didn't even make it out at all anymore. She was wearing a housecoat and her eyes had circles under them. From where she stood, Joel couldn't tell if they were from lack of sleep or a fist.
"Mom, I-"
"It's time you left, Joel," she said simply. She seemed
to be staring at him, but when he moved slightly her eyes didn't follow. She was staring past him.
"He won't even let me take any of my stuff..." he said weakly. A pain hit him in the chest and he felt an overwhelming urge to start sobbing. He hadn't done that in years. Damn if he'd let his father see it, though.
"You heard your father," she said. "We paid for that stuff. Just get out."
"Who will protect you?"
"Fuck you, you little shit," his father said, advancing on him again but Joel pushed him out of the way and took another step towards his mother. To his horror, she took a step back, maintaining her distance.
"I got along fine before you were born," she said. "I didn't ask for you to protect me."
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