I was sitting in a chair in my room and letting myself getting prepared by stylists for an event. I sighed frustrated while they were doing my hair and make-up.
After awhile, which felt like an eternity they were done. They helped me in my dress, before I looked at my reflection in the mirror and could say that I looked like a doll. My hair and make-up were done perfectly.
However, the person in the mirror wasn't me, but the reflection of who I should be according to my family. My mother and my stepfather hated when I went out in sweatpants and baggy shirts. According to them, I ruined the family name with my not so neatly appearance and all my bruises.
They always arranged stylists for me to cover up my bruises, when we had to attend special occasions. My stepfather, Henry, scolded and snapped at me every opportunity he got, because he saw me as a brat who couldn't listen. Even if he got some anger issues he never really abused me. Though, he slapped me few times when I really got on his nerves or screamed at him, but I could care less because I was used to much worse. The bruises on my body were from my underground fights and illegal races.
Henry and my mother, Diana, gave up hope on me long time ago after they noticed that I couldn't be tamed. Though, I tried to adapt myself to this lifestyle, I couldn't. I was the girl who played soccer with her father in the garden of their home. I was the girl who went boxing with her father. I was the girl who didn't care if her clothes got dirty and just loved to have fun. After all, I wasn't made of sugar and never felt like it.
When my father died, I felt like I lost a part of me. Though, I thought that I still had my mother and could rely on her. I thought that we could wrap each other's wounds and get somehow over the death of my father and her husband. However, my mother got over my father quickly when she found Henry who helped her to forget dad and made her loss subside.
She not only forgot dad, but also me. She wasn't there for me when I mourned the death of my father and needed comfort. I was left alone, while she had her new husband who looked at me like I was a disappointment since the day they married and we lived together in his villa.
The moment we started to live with him, I never felt like I was home. He picked on my attitude and behaviour every opportunity he got. He tried to change me completely. He tried me to make me the perfect daughter who he wanted to have. However, he didn't succeed because I was the daughter of my father and no one else's.
My stubbornness and resistance against my mother and Henry made me the black sheep of the family. I became a brat in their eyes, only because I refused to give up myself and didn't become a puppet.
I learned with time that Henry was a damn control freak and I hated the way how my mother said yes to every damn request of him, only because she loved him. However, I will never let me dictate what I could do, wear, eat or how long I could stay out. According him, I should wear always elegant clothes and eat green stuff to not get fat. Who the fuck will wear an uncomfortable dress at home when there is no visit or eat salad when there are fries? He wanted us to look perfect as a family but I ruined his perfect picture of a family and he let me pay for it every day.
For nearly three years I listened to his offensive remarks about me. Even if I tried to not give him power over me he managed to get to me. He threw all my clothes away and replaced them with full elegant clothes, without asking me. I was so sad when I found out that he also threw the shirts of my dad away. He also prohibited me boxing and cancelled my trainings. Generally, he tried to take everything away from me that gave me joy in live. He let me feel suffocated and I felt like I couldn't breathe.
I needed an escape from all the pressure he had on me and didn't want him to grant control over me, therefore I continued kickboxing, just not in the training halls but in undergrounds, where were no rules. Moreover, I didn't want the money of a man who saw me as a burden, or let me feel like one. It wasn't difficult to start fighting illegally.
The ghettos and darker sides of the alleys had enough people where I could find out how to get the right connections to get in some illegal fights. I got to know Alex who organized my fights and racings from then on. I knew that the fights I had could end fatal for me, but I didn't care. The boxing ring was the only place where I forgot all my worries. The racings let me feel free and alive. I knew what I did was dangerous but wouldn't we all die someday?
Death was something inevitable and I had to face it anyway one day. I didn't care if I died in the ring or in a racing, at least I would die while doing something I liked.
The mirror reflected the girl that my family wanted to have but my reflection in the mirror was just a deceiving picture from me. I wasn't going to change for anyone, I loved myself like I was. Even if they tried to change me, they could only change my appearance like now. Internally, I was still the same.
"You look beautiful Miss," the stylist said and brought me back from my thoughts. I turned to her with a smile and said, "Thank you."
"It was a pleasure for us," she meant while she packed her stuff and left the room with her team. I sighed, when they left and wanted to go into the walk-in closet to grab my purse when my phone rang.
Who was calling? I approached the nightstand with a frown on my face, before I grabbed my phone and saw that Alex called. "What's up?" I answered the call.
"Hey Jane, I arranged a fight for us," he told me excited. "When?" I asked, while I headed to the closet to grab my purse. "Midnight," he informed me which made me stop in my tracks. "I told you that I can't fight today, I have to attend this damn charity with mom and Henry!" I hissed into the phone frustrated.
"Yeah, but the money is good! They couldn't postpone the fight and I didn't want to lose this opportunity. We could earn five-thousand dollars! That's good money!" he claimed and I sighed while I grabbed my purse.
He was right, the money was good. He got forty percent of the money that I won and even if I gave him a big share, he deserved it because he arranged good fights and didn't deceive me to get more money from me.
"Okay, where is the fight?" I asked him, while I grabbed a black bag and put some sportswear in it. "I will send you the location. I knew that you would agree after you would hear the huge sum of money," he said smartly and I rolled my eyes at his comment.
"I don't know if I will make it on time. I have no clue when this charity will end which I have to attend," I sighed and looked at the clock on my phone. It was seven in the evening.
"Don't worry, I will try to win time. However, try to be on time," he said, while I zipped my bag. "Okay, see you there, bye" I said and grabbed my bag.
"Bye!" he said before I ended the call and headed with my bag downstairs where I saw my mom and Henry already waiting for me at the end of the stairs.
"Good, you look like a human," Henry said after he looked at me. I forced a smile on my face and said, "Thank you." I didn't want to argue with him because my mother was highly pregnant and I didn't want her to be stressed because her husband and daughter were fighting again. I was human enough to care about her feelings and condition, unlike him.
"Why do you have a bag with you?" my mother asked with a frown on her face. "I want to go to the gym in the morning and didn't want to lose time with preparing my bag, therefore I thought I would prepare it today and leave it in the trunk," I lied smoothly.
"Are you sure that you want to go to the gym?" Henry asked suspiciously and I nodded my head. He and I knew that I didn't go to the gym but he could do nothing to prevent me. Even if he locked me in, I would leave from the window or just break my door.
"Honey, you didn't start fighting again, did you? You promised me that you would stop," my mom said concerned. She and I had a serious talk after she saw my bruises. I told her that I stopped fighting so that she would stop worrying about me but I never stopped.
"No, I didn't," I smiled at her and she sighed relieved before we headed to the car. I put my bag in the trunk before I got in the car. The drive went in silent and after half an hour we arrived at the charity.
We were guided by a servant to our table and it didn't take long until one of Henry's friends joined us with his daughter, Savannah and his wife, Dominika.
"Nice to see you again, Henry," Daniel said to Henry, while Dominika and mom talked about mom's pregnancy.
"You look weird," Savannah told me while looking at me, trying to contain her laughter. She wasn't used to see me in such clothes. "I know," I sighed frustrated and snatched her phone away when she tried to take a picture of me to mock me with it for the rest of my life.
"Hey, give it back," she said and reached for her phone. "No pictures," I warned her and she smiled amused before she said, "But you look too good."
"I am serious, Savannah," I told her and she nodded her head. "Okay, give it back," she said defeated and I gave her phone back.
I knew Savannah for nearly two years and she was okay, maybe more than okay, I liked that bitch. We hung around when her family visited us for dinner. One time she saw the message on my phone that Alex sent me for my next fight and she absolutely wanted to come with me. After she got on my nerves for nearly two hours with her pleading and begging, I gave in and took her to the fight. She liked the underground and wanted to go again.
However, I was absolutely against the idea of taking her there again because it was a dangerous place. Then, she offered me to cover up for me after she found out that I was in trouble sometimes with mom and Henry for my late arrivals at home, but she wanted me to take her to a fight again.
Some fights took place after midnight and I could do nothing about my late arrivals at home, except trying not to get caught while sneaking back in. I thought about her offer and agreed to it to have less stress at home. When she got my back, the atmosphere at home settled down after they thought that I was at Savannah for a sleepover and not fighting against someone in the underground.
"Let's go to the buffet," I told her and she nodded her head before she followed me to the buffet. "You need to cover up me. I have to go before midnight," I told her while I poured myself soda.
"Can I come with you?" she asked hopefully while she made herself a plate. "You can come to the next one. There will be also the fighter who you found sweet last time," I smirked at her. "Deal," she smirked back at me with a hint of blush on her cheeks before we went back to the table.
The timed passed by quickly and the auction for the charity started. "I have to go," I whispered to Savannah while people bid for random stuff.
"Okay, don't worry, I got you," she smirked at me deviously and I wondered what kind of excuse she will put on the table for me but I really had to go and no time to find out.
"Thanks," I mumbled, before I left the table without drawing attention on me. The focus from everyone was on the auction anyway.
I left the building and walked to the valet. "Hey, I forgot my phone in the car. Do you might, giving me the key so that I can take my phone?" I asked him with a smile.
"Can I see your ID, Miss?" he asked me. "Of course," I said and gave him my ID. Unfortunately, I had the same last name like Henry because I was still not an adult. However, after few days, I would be finally eighteen and could take my own decisions.
"Do you want me to bring you your phone or give you the keys?" he asked me after he looked at my ID.
"I am fine, if you just give me the keys," I said and he nodded his head understandingly before he gave me the keys, "Thanks."
"You are welcome, the cars are parked in the left of the building. Do you want me to guide you the way?" he asked and I shook my head. "No, I am fine, thanks again," I said and walked to the car.
When I reached the car, I got my bag from the trunk and got in the car to change my clothes. The windows were tuned to my luck. After I changed, I put my coat on and left the car, leaving the bag in the car so that they won't wonder where the bag went.
I already sent Alex the location to pick me up. I walked to the valet and gave him the keys back. "Thanks," I said. "You are welcome, Miss," he said and took the keys before I walked away.
It didn't take long until I saw the wrecked car from Alex who stopped right next to me. I opened the door and got in. "Ready?" he asked me, while he drove.
"As always," I meant. I would never back off from a fight, I was always ready to knock them all over. I would never stop fighting until I would win. Even if I hit the ground, I would get back up and fought harder. I loved challenges, they made me stronger and tougher.
After all, tough situations built strong people.