Chapter two: The 'Underground'

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I walked through the front door of my house and immediately went into the kitchen. I was hungry. I didn't eat anything today, and Amber asked what was wrong and she also wanted to know what the nurse had said, but I didn't have an answer for her.

Thank God she didn't interrogate me again.

I raided the fridge, but nothing was there. I look inside the cabinets, but nothing. I groan as I knew my uncle was too fucking lazy to go out and buy any food. It's always about his needs and not mine. Sometimes I think he forgets that I live here too, so I need to eat just as much as he does.

I decided to grab a bag of chips I found, surprisinly, then I ran upstairs to my room and quickly changed. I slipped out of my clothes, and into my sweatpants and hoodie. I tucked my hair inside of my hoodie and walked out of my room.

My uncle was nowhere in sight, which doesn't surprise me since he's hardly here anyways. It didn't bother me anymore cause I could take care of myself better than he ever did for the last seven years, so it really doesn't bother me all that much.

It gives me more freedom anyways.

I quickly hop onto my bike and started backing out of the driveway. I look both ways before getting out onto the street, then quickly speeding off.

I love my motorcycle more than anything because it's my ticket to wherever I want to go. It's my sense of freedom, and without it, I would go insane.

When I turned sixteen, my uncle decided to take me out to look for a car. I had just got my license, and I was pretty excited about finally being about to own a vehicle because it meant that I was maturing to where I could do whatever I wanted. We stopped at several dealerships, or should I say, used car lots. My uncle didn't have a lot of money, hell, he still didn't have a lot of money, but he decided to use what he had saved up and buy me a vehicle.

I thanked him for that. Even up to this day I still thank him because he has always been there for me, most of the time, and he's supportive of me in every way that he could be. Even though he's a drunk, and a drug addict, he's still my uncle and he's the only adult figure I have in my life. I owe him a lot for everything that he has done for me.

I didn't end up with a shiny used car or a vehicle that was too big even for only a few people inside, but the moment I saw this motorcycle in that car lot, even though it was used, I fell in love at that very moment. I knew that this was the one thing that I needed in my life, and one thing that would never let me down in the end.

The only love I could ever give, or receieve.

I raced through the backstreets of town, and soon came to an old abandon building. I drove down the alleyway, then came to a stop. I got off and made sure my bag of chips were still in my hoodie pocket. They were. I placed my keys in my pocket and looked around before walking. I had to make sure nobody was following me, and nobody was watching me.

It's the same routine every time.

I came to a door then looked around real quick before knocking four times. I waited until I heard a few clicks, followed by the small opening in the door sliding open. I saw a pair of eyes looking through before they spoke, "Yes?"

I look around once more before looking back at them. "Dana." I said as the eyes kept staring at me. "If you do not let me in, I'll make sure to kick your balls in your throat." I threatened.

The opening slid shut following by another few clicks then the door opened. I stepped inside as I looked towards Damion as he was shutting the door behind me. He looks over at me for a brief moment. "This way." He motioned. We walk through the darkened hallway, before we came to a stop at the entrance. I look over at him as he was staring back at me. "Fee." He held his hand out.

I roll my eyes as I reach into my pocket and grab the only twenty I had left. Damn it. I look down at my hand before slowly handing him the money. He nods then walks away. I walk through the entrance then remove my hood as a smile instantly forms on my face as the view in front of me was complete happiness.

Underground fighting.

This place, and these people are home to me. It's the only place where I can escape from reality for a while and just hang out with people who respect me enough to where I feel welcomed. I don't feel like that out in the real world, because everything is fake. This, is real to me. In ways that nobody would ever understand.

I started getting involved with this place about three years ago. I come here every chance I get, and it relieves my stress. Not as much as mindless sex with strangers, but it does the job and I keep coming back for more because it's my life. I don't know what else I would be doing if this wasn't here.

I walk around as a fight was going on, and I see a few guys smile at me as they watch me. I acknowledge them as my eyes scan the room. I watch as everyone was yelling at the fighters, and I couldn't feel more at home even if I was at my other home.

I stood there and watched the fight until I felt an arm snake around my waist and felt a pair of lips come in contact with my temple. I turn my head towards my left to see Tommy standing there smiling at me. I quickly wrap my arms about his neck and bring him into a hug. We pulled back and he smiles at me. "Hey, D. How are you?"

I smile then shrug. "Same." I said as I watch him nod. "How are you?" I ask with a quick punch to his right shoulder.

He rubs the spot and chuckles. "I'm fine. What have you been up to?" I smile as I didn't have to answer that. "Ah, gotcha." He nods. "I got to let you know something, D." He looks over at the fighters, then back at me. "I don't like what you're doing to yourself."

I cross my arms then roll my eyes. "Why?" He shrugs as he takes a sip of his drink. He makes eye contact with me but I just roll my eyes.

Tommy and I were together in high school. We started dating around my freshmen year, and he was a junior at the time. We hit it off pretty well, and I was surprised. I normally wouldn't date anyone, but Tommy was a little different. Although I didn't start doing all this shit back then. He was my first everything, and he was real good to me. I never met any guys who were like him, and it made me like him for who he was and I was happy.

We broke up a few weeks after he dropped out of school, which wasn't too long after I started my sophomore year. I was supportive of his decision because he said that he was failing everything, and the teachers hated him and practically made him drop out. He had came to me one day after school and told me that the principal had said that he might as well drop out because he wasn't going to graduate.

That pissed me off to the point where I ended up getting the principal fired that day. I have to leave out the details, but he told me that we needed a break because he wanted me to succeed and not fail, and he was going to be a bad influence on me if we continued to date.

Of course, I was a little upset because he was my first, but I understood where he was coming from, so I respected his decision and we remained friends. Which has been the best thing because we're close without the awkwardness that we used to fuck and date, and it helps a lot to know that I still have him in my life when I need him the most.

Tommy is a very good looking guy. He has everything; looks and package. He's sweet and tough, and he isn't like most guys. He'll let you do whatever the hell you want to do, and won't question you about anything. He'll respect any decision you make, and that's what I liked about him.

We sat down to watch the fight that was going on, and it was an extreme adrenaline rush to watch two people beat the shit out of each other. I understand how some people wouldn't like it because it can get gruesome, but I love this shit.

The best part about underground fighting was the betting. You could bet on whoever, with how much you want, and if your fighter wins, you get half the money from everyone who didn't bet on that same fighter. You get paid, while watching an awesome fight.

"Are you betting?" Tommy asks as he was reaching into his pocket. I shake my head as he stares at me. "Why not?"

"I don't have any money." I explained. "I gave my last twenty to Damion because he's an ass."

Tommy shook his head as he pulled his wallet out. "How much?" He asks.

I stare at him for a moment. "How much what?" I ask.

He looks over at me. "How much do you need?"

I shake my head. "Dude, I am not taking your money."

"You need cash?" He asks. I shrug. "How much, D?"

I sigh as I knew it was no use to keep arguing with him. "I don't know." I said as I watch him pull a few bills out.

He handed me the cash. "This is two hundred."

I groan as I slowly grab it. "Dude.."

"Shut up." He said as he placed his wallet back in his pocket. "That's what friends are for." He pulled me into a side hug and kissed my temple.

I wrap my arms around him and we both watch the next fight coming into view.

-

Everyone was screaming. Everyone was pissed who lost their money. It was such a fucking great time, that I never wanted it to end.

"Pay up." Tommy said as we were standing there in front of the people who lost. I watch as they slowly hand him cash, after cash and I couldn't help but feel my jaw drop from the rod of cash that Tommy now possessed in his hand. He smiles at me. "This is why I love this shit." I nod as he started counting the money.

Tommy showed me this place when we started dating. He told me that he found this place after he moved here, and some of his friends brought him here for the first time and he was hooked after that.

He came here every night to bet. It didn't matter if he lost or won, because he loved this place. He also comes from a broken life, like me.

Tommy Harrison is someone who seems like they have their shit in order. He has the looks, the brains, and his family is still together. How many teenagers could say that? But, underneath all of that is a broken guy who just wants to get by in life with what little he has.

He doesn't live with his parents. It's just him and his sister. He moved in with her after he was old enough to leave, and he never did look back at his past. He told me some fucked up stories about what happened in his past, and even though it happened to him, it haunts me ever since he told me.

I respect Tommy because he's strong as hell. He has dealt with shit, more than I ever have, and he's still standing on his feet. I give him mad respect because he's tough, but sometimes the toughest people are the most vulnerable.

"How much?" I ask after he counts it all.

He smiles at me. "Five hundred." I raise my eyebrows as he's smiling like a lunatic. "D... this is a lot.." He said as he was looking over his cash. He pulls a few bills out and hands it to me. "I want you to have half."

I stare at him. "What? Why?"

He stares at me. "Because you need it just as much as I do.." I wanted to protest but he continued. "When's the last time Johnny bought you anything?" He asks. "Food? Accessories? That motorcycle was the last thing he bought you, right?"

I admit, my uncle isn't the best. He was at first, but then alcohol and drugs started consuming him and he's not there half the time. He doesn't really buy me anything because his money goes to drugs, sex or alcohol and my motorcycle was the last thing he bought me. I miss the old him, but I'm not sure if he would ever come back.

I sigh. "Look.." I said, but before I could continue, Tommy is placing the cash in my hand.

"Three hundred plus that two hundred I gave you. You need it, D."

I didn't argue as I took the cash and stared at it in the palm of my hand. It felt weird, but it felt good to have such a large amount of money. I smile as I look at Tommy. "Thanks."

He smiles back. "No problem. Don't let anyone see that. Place it in your bra or something."

I made a face. "Gross." I roll my eyes as I place it in my pocket and smile at him. "Thanks, again."

He pulled me into a headlock then started rubbing my head with his knuckles. "No problem, kid." I pushed him off then punched his arm. He laughed as he grabbed my wrists and pulled me close to him until our bodies were touching. He wrapped his arms around me. "I love you, Dana." He spoke against my head.

I pat his back then nod. "Yeah, you too." We pulled back then both sat back down and started talking.

I loved Tommy, in a brother kind of way, but the word love freaks me out a little because it's a scary thought to think about. I never use the word unless it's directing towards myself or my motorcycle, because that's the only real things I actually love.

I love my friends, but I never say it to them. I love my uncle for everything he's done for me, but I never say it to him. I just don't know. Love is a funny word, and it's used a lot that it's losing it's meaning.

I think that love is more than just a feeling, so until I know when that word is best used for, I won't say it just to be saying it.

Over the next few hours, Damion, Tommy and I were both talking while watching the next fight. Although Damion is the security in this place, and who watches the door, he has a shift and once his shift is over, he comes to hang out with us.

We're all friends, even though Damion is a complete ass sometimes. But, you choose your friends and I couldn't be more happier with the friends I have. They're basically all I have because, besides the real world, they know about my real life and they're the only ones who do know about it.

Trey, Amber, nobody else knows the life I chose to hide away. I want it to stay that way, because it keeps them safe. The reason for Damion and Tommy knowing is because they're basically living a lie the same way I am, and we get along without any problems or issues that are too big to carry.

But, nonetheless, this is my life and this is the way I have been living for seven years.

-

After the fights were all over, everyone was getting ready to leave. I check the time as I stepped outside and it was a little after ten. It wasn't terrible considering that fights usually last a while, according to how many is going on that night, but that makes plenty of time for me to stop by somewhere to grab something to eat before I head home.

Home.

I hardly call that place my home considering that it hasn't felt like home to me for years.

I stop by a place to grab some food, then quickly leave afterwards. I decided to wait until I get home to eat, that way in case my uncle is there, he won't bitch me out about where I have been. Even though he hardly cares, but he still bitches at me.

Oh yeah, he can go out and do whatever the hell he wants but when it comes to me, I can't do shit.

I park my bike in the garage and hang my keys up on the wall. I leave them out in plain sight because I know nobody would ever try to steal my bike. Why? Because I'll beat the living shit out of them. My uncle doesn't know how to drive a motorcycle, so he's the least of my concerns.

After I shut the door, I immediately hear my uncle. "Who's there?" He shouted. I roll my eyes as I walk into the living room and see him sitting on the couch with the TV on. I stand there as he stares at me. "Oh, it's just you." He went back to watching TV.

I walk in further as I watch him for a moment. "Yeah, when are you going to learn that leaving the door unlocked is going to cause a lunatic just walking in here and killing you?"

He looks over at me then chuckles. "Nobody is going to come in here because I'll shoot them." He stares at me for a moment. "Where have you been?"

I watch him for a moment. "Why do you care?" I ask.

"I care." He says. But I call bullshit. "I always care, Dana. What have I done to not show I care?"

I cross my arms. "Do you really want that list, Johnny?"

"It's uncle Johnny." He said.

I shake my head. "No, because you hardly act like my uncle anymore. You hardly act like anyone anymore."

He stands up and I watch him. "Who was there for you the last seven years? Who took you away from that pile of shit you called your parents? Who took you away from all of that and made a better life for you?" He questions as he was standing there. "I did!" He shouted. "Don't come in here late at night and start bitching about me not being a good uncle, when I have given everything to you!"

"Why don't you start acting like an adult then?" I ask.

He steps closer. "Don't start with me, Dana. I know what you do, so you can't say shit about what I do. I'm the adult here, not you."

I stare at him for a moment. "You don't know anything that I do."

He chuckles as he stares at me. "Oh, yeah?" He steps closer as he quickly grabs my wrist then pulls on my pocket until the cash comes falling out.

"What the hell, dude!" I push him back as I quickly grab the cash and watch as he's staring at me.

He stares at me. "Where do you get all this money from then, huh?"

I stare at him. "That's none of your damn business."

He smiles. "I think it is since I own you."

"You don't own shit, Johnny." I hold onto the cash as I run upstairs while Johnny was yelling from downstairs.

"I'm your uncle, Dana! I fucking own you and everything! You're my property!"

I slam the door as I could feel my knuckles turning white from holding onto the money too tightly. I let the crumpled pieces of paper fall on my bed as I stare down at it. I look at my knuckles at the color was coming back, and I could feel my blood pressure rising.

My uncle is a no good piece of shit. He has no right to know my business or even question me about what I do. The only thing that saves him from getting a beating is that fact that he never touches me, or my money when he does see it. That's the only thing that keeps him from getting his ass kicked.

I lay on my bed with the pile of money underneath me. I could sleep in a pile of money knowing that I have enough to leave this town sooner than later. I know that Tommy would help me out, and he wouldn't mind leaving also.

And that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

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