“Okay pick who ever you want, and when I call it you pull apart. Good?” Looking over the four of them. I got answers from Ty and Travis, but the twins just glared into my heart. Travis was first, and I haven’t a clue which twin was in with him. Watching as they squared off, the twins stance was good. He was covering all the standard points, as Travis moved his fists up and down just a little bit.

    The twin was the first to attack, railing Travis with three or so punches. Stuffing him into the corner, Travis trying to keep his arms to block. Walking around the ring, keeping an eye on things. A knee to Travis as the twin rammed him again and again. His brother smirking, with his arms crossed. Turning back as Travis he was getting no where, and was fading.
    “Alright Break” I yelled, but he didn’t listen. Growling I yelled it again, slamming my hand on the rings floor. Again nothing.

    “Son of a bitch” Jumping into the ring, grabbing the twin by the arm. He spun around pushing his fist into my shoulder. My arm cracked before going limp. Sounds started to muffle, and I winced in pain. My adrenalin started pumping faster, as my eyes snapped back out. Now with a god no’s what arm, I was pissed. This was the second time today that I got hit. Inside my head it was screaming to just go sit down, while my pride was brewing.

Fuck the rules…she snapped ready to kill.


I heard my name being called, as my good arms hand made a fist.  Shooting it straight into the twins face, my knuckles cracked as it came into contact. Travis went wide eyed, as I stood there holding my arm, with my bloodily knuckles. Standing with his face slightly turned to the side, twin slowly looked at me. Groaning I turned around.

    “Morons” Grabbing the lower rope, swinging myself out of the ring. I needed some damn ice, before the swelling turned me into a damn puff ball. Ty chased after me, asking if I was alright.
    “Just go check on Travis” Pointing back to the ring. Standing there I walked away first. Jogging down the stair, as I got looks from all around. Sara stood up from her chair, coming to me.
    “What happened?” Looking at my now black and blue arm.   
    “Tools, that’s what happened” Grabbing a plastic bag, and filling it with ice.
    “Tools?” Cocking her head to the side. I turned looking up at the higher deck, as the twin stood looking at me. She made an O face, before I growled in annoyance. Holding the ice to my shoulder, my knuckles were still bleeding.

    “Tell my father, I’m done for the day. Don’t…mention this” Glaring at her. With a nod I pull my keys from the box below the desk. Sighing as I walk out the door.
    “Stupid..stupid..stupid…” Reminding myself I shouldn’t of gotten in the middle of a fight. Fighters go into what we call tunnel vision. It’s a rookie mistake to break up a fight without help. I was more mad at myself for doing such a stupid thing, then I was getting hit. Walking down the street, turning a corner as the tattoo shop came into view. Smiling cause I loved this place. Pulling the door open as my friend Nero was managing the counter.
    “Holy shit” She screamed running to me.

    “Its really not that bad” Laughing cause it just stung.
    “Who did this to you, I’ll mess their face up” Laughing cause she really would. The sprite was my best friend, and full of life. Her hair different colors, along with crazy cat contacts.
    “It was my fault, I tried to break up a fight without help” Shrugging my good shoulder.
    “You should go home” Chewing her lip.

    “Nah, I like it here.” Walking to my room. Unlocking my door, pushing it open. The smell of ink and cleaners filling my nose. Sighing happily, this would give me a chance to work on a piece I wanted to get. Dropping the keys on a tray, before flopping into my comfy leather chair. Relaxing as the ice started to melt. A few more minutes and I toss that into the trash. Looking my shoulder over in the mirror, Nero watching from her desk.

    “Its not that bad” Turning my head in every direction getting different angles.
    “Its not good either” Frowning.
    “Where’s Lou?” Walking out.
    “He’s got a customer” Pointing to the closer door. Nodding I sat in a waiting chair.
    “How’s it been?”
    “Slow. How was your day…besides the obvious?” Leaning over the counter.
    “Same” Flipping threw an old magazine.

I spent the next few hours, just hanging out and helping Nero when it started to pick up. For the most part my arms was fine, swore as all get out and a nice shade of violet, but nothing broken. Spoke with Lou who is the owner, before dipping out. He wasn’t thrilled with the little fiasco I was put into, but didn’t voice his objective as much as Nero did. Tonight was going to be a tv dinner night, facing my delightfully over protective brothers wasn’t an option. They’d have a field day with this one, and forbid me to work at dad’s besides handling paperwork.

    No I wasn’t going to object myself to them, and their stupidity. Tonight was going to be me a good movie and a huge ass glass of wine. Texting Brad, I told him I was beat and just heading home. I soon got a reply of.

    ‘What happened?’ Jesus do they have a wire tap on me or something.
    ‘Nothing want to rest for tomorrow’ Hitting the send button.
 
Tossing the cell to the black couch, as I flap my hair. Pulling out a dinner from the freezer, taking it out of the casing. Tossing the frozen dinner in, hitting a four along with start. The buzzing sound of the white microwave kicks on. My place is small, but cute. Pictures of my family, hang on the far left wall with a window cutting down the center. White walls, with dark furnishings. Flat screen television is the best part, with surround sound for those epic movies.

    The kitchen has white appliances, that are out dated but still work. A small round kitchen table fitting only me and maybe two others. Walking down the hall on light blue carpet. The bathroom off to the left, a deep tub for those bubble baths I so love. To the right is a spare room, for when Nero is so hung over she can’t think straight. Sunny yellow walls piss her off more, when she wakes up. Giggling as I can remember her threatening to paint them black.

    Opening my bedroom door, smelling the mouthwatering smell of cinnamon and mint. The queen sized bed, more then enough room for me to feel comfortable. Two large window allow plenty of light to flood in, shinning off my cream carpet. Pictures of when I use to fight, my father holding me on his shoulders trophy in hand. Smiling as I drop my clothes, tossing them to the hamper. My bedroom is as girly as I will ever be, with a four post bed covered in white mess. Duck down comforter so soft to the touch, that you think your sinking.

    A nightstand for each side, even though I always get up on the left. The deep walk in closet, that houses all my random outfits. The mirror directly in front of my bed, giving myself a good idea how bad the morning is really going to be. DING…The sound of food ready for me. Grabbing a champagne colored silk robe, tying it to my body; the silk swaying with my steps. Entering my kitchen pushing the open button, as I grab the paper dish.

    “Oh hot…hot” Dropping it on the counter. Closing the door, as I suck on my fingers. Opening the fridge pulling out a bottle of wine. With a glass of wine and dinner in hand, I head to my couch. Turning the tv on, watching some random show as I blow on my food. Changing the channel as I find the fight channel, smiling as I love watching fighting. A pounding at my door, startles me. Frowning as I put the food on the coffee table, getting up and walking to my door. Keeping the chain hooked, I slowly open it.
    Standing in all their glory are the twins. Both trying to get a view into my house. Sighing I don’t need this.   

    “What do you want?” Forgetting the fact that they found out where I lived.
    “Can we come in” Sounding like a murder from the shadows. Closing the door, my mind plays threw what could happen. Rolling my eyes, I pull the chain back opening the door walking away for them to push their way threw. Heading back to the couch I pick my food back up, watching the tv. The door closes as they look around my now even tinier place. With all the room they take up, I even feel like this place needs to be bigger.

    “Can I help you?” Taking a bite of my chicken pasta. Turning to look at me, they keep quiet again. Scoffing, cause I can’t believe their going to pull this shit in my own place. Picking up the glass drinking more then enough to clear my throat. Before I have a chance to pay more attention to the fight, they speak.
    “Did you tell your father?” Anger billowing out of their mouths. A little shocked cause that’s the most they’ve said to me, I place my food back on the coffee table. Standing up glass in hand, heading for the kitchen.

    “No I didn’t tell him anything.” Topping off my glass before placing the near empty bottle back into the fridge. It sounded like they sighed, and as I went to look they were closer then I thought. Gulping, as I started to feel confined. I was almost certain the one who punched me was in front, as the other stood behind me. Looking forward, as I wished I had eyes in the back of my head. Slowly as if I was going to bite him, he moved the robe off my shoulder that I’m sure was him who hit.