~~Ten Minutes later…My gym~~
Chester was sitting on a chair in a dark corner of the room, the corner that was normally mine, but ****, since he asked to get his *** kicked, I thought I’d be nice and let him use it. Mel and I were in the opposing corner, her throwing water on me so I wouldn’t get too hot in the ring. All the boys, including my boyfriend, were on the stairs waiting for the fight to start. Rob and Mark were shouting bets like normal, mostly saying that I would fail and lose the fight. They just made me all the more determined to win my fight with my dad, and it promised to be a longer fight than any other I’ve ever had.
My father stood up, facing me with a wicked grin upon his face. This grin is the same one I had on, the same mood, the same everything. It was as if I was looking into a mirror that showed the male version of myself. Great. Mel turned on my music to benefit myself, but unfortunately my dad liked the music too, it was the soundtrack to Queen Of The Damned. The music made both me and my father either ****** off at the world, or whomever is in our way, or moody. We stepped into the ring with the same passion in our step, the same determination to prove what we can do. We eyed each other as if we were lethal enemies. Rob and Mark continued shouting as we came into the ring, hooting and howling like mad dogs. I grinned to myself. My my my, this is gonna be a blast. Most likely will take a long time though. But I am younger than my father, so I should be able to last longer than he, but on the other hand, vampires are stronger when they are older. It seems to me that I am going to walk away from this in just a little pain. But I will walk away, with no help from anybody.
We shook hands with respect for the other fighter, but we had to do this. I went to my corner and put on another black ‘wife-beater’…or should I say ‘father-beater’? I turned back around and saw my father standing in a relaxed manner; it seemed as if he was laughing! Did he take this as a joke? This simple act infuriated me. I curled my fists and took two steps towards my dad to have him disappear. I looked around and saw that he appeared behind me; suddenly he had me in a choke hold, laughing along with the guys on the stairs.
He pulled my head up to his and whispered in my ear, “You have to learn to move without people seeing you.”
He squeezed my neck harder, bruising it, but not so bad that I couldn’t do anything else. At last, he let me go with a big wave of his arm, making the motion more elaborate than it needed to be. I looked at him with anger in my eyes. He was making a joke out of me, showing the guys that he can make me look like a fool. I wouldn’t take this ****. Not from anyone. I concentrated on moving behind my father, to get some sort of an advantage over him. I swiftly moved, and was behind him in less than a second. The sensation of moving so quickly made me woozy for a moment, but I soon regained what I was doing. I grabbed my dads’ arm and twisted it, contorting it to my will. He gave a sound that was the combined sounds of a laugh and a scream. I grinned and threw him at his buddies on the stairs. They hooted as he landed on Mark with a loud thud and “oh ****!” from mark.
Chester got up and came at me full force, stopping only when he caught me up by my shoulders. He tried to throw me but I was thrashing around in his grip too much for him to hold on to for long, so he tossed me at the remaining ropes of my ring. Now came the boxing. He punch and I would duck and counter-attack him only to find that I hit his blocking arm. He then faked a punch and my face caught his left hook. This went on for hours.
I stood panting in a pool of my own sweat and blood. My father did the same in his own fluids, mostly the same types. Hours have passed since we began. The boys were now sitting lazily on the stairs, some spilling out onto the floor. Mel was sitting in a chair, flipping through cds, trying to figure out the next ‘soundtrack’ to our brawl. Chester raised his hand as a sign of a truce. Thank ***, I was about to have to resort to some sort of trickery if we kept this up any longer. I nodded and sat down with a loud thump and a long groan. Chester slid down one of the corner posts and put his hand up to nurse his neck. After four hours of non-stop fighting, all out brawl, we both were worn out. I bet if Marcus came into my house right now, he could easily slaughter us all, but I knew that he wouldn’t do that, he’d want us to know that even at our very best, he’d win. Egotistical *******. I let out a sigh as I watched some beads of sweat roll down my arms and drop to the semi-padded base of the boxing ring. I laughed, for some reason, the fact that me and my dad both tired at the same rate, and we never gained any ground over the other, that fact amused me greatly.
Chester looked around. “Mel, how long exactly was that fight?”
My sister took out a stopwatch and said in a tired voice, “Well Chester, four hours, twenty eight minutes, and fifty one seconds. That exact enough for you?”
Chester laughed and said, “yeah smartass, thanks.” He strained to lift himself up from the floor. His bruised muscles still gave him some strength but not a lot. I heard the tendons in his arms stretch to their swollen limits as he got himself up. He rubbed his sore arms and neck as he walked over towards me and held out a hand to help me up. I took it, thankfully. We got out of the ring and started to try to make our way up the flights of stairs, we kicked the lazy people in our way, provoking them to wake fully.
Rob looked around with a huge red mark on his face from where his hand was when he slept. “Who won? Who gets the money?”
Chester looked at him with a not-so-arrogant look and said, “We split it, we both gave up at the same time. Deal with it.”
We proceeded up the stairs where I rushed over to the sink and got about a gallon of water and drank it, my throat parched and raw. After I was done with my water, I went to the couch and passed out. I was too tired to stay up any longer. Besides, the more I sleep, the faster I heal…I hope.
