Post by Siren Shadows on Feb 4, 2012 11:20:05 GMT -5
I sleepily thrust my hand out from under the covers, in an attempt to silence the loud buzzing that disturbed my fitful slumber. My heavy blankets were shielding out the sun and made it too comfortable to move. There were so many things that I’ve been trying to avoid, and being awake was the gateway to all of them. I kept replaying the thoughts of my family, friends and other loved ones dying around me. Needless to say, with so much on my mind, I haven’t been sleeping well, with stupid nightmares keeping me up most the night. I glanced towards the small alarm clock sitting on my nightstand. The bright blue display read: 7:30 AM. I didn’t fall asleep until 4…. So three and a half hours of sleep will have to do…
*buzz buzz*
My phone started vibrating, almost falling off the nightstand. I grabbed it right as it reached the edge. Rubbing my eyes, I entered my password, sliding my finger along the cold screen. I was expecting the rest of the world to be awake and not to need me, so when it turned out to be a text message, I was surprised. Sighing, I somewhat wished that I let the phone fall off the table so I could get some more damn sleep.
“We r still on 4 r 8AM run rite? - Pollo”
Almost out of graduate school, and she still texted like she was in middle school. I shook my head trying to clear the sleepiness. I loved my cousin, but the way she texted annoyed me. I sent a quick ‘yes’ and lifted my tired body out of bed and into the bathroom. I originally planned to go shower. I desperately needed to wake up, and I thought about taking a cold shower. But the chill that went through my semi naked body at the thought made me change my mind. I turned on the water and let it warm up. I stripped my remaining clothes, which was just a bra and panties, and stepped in, letting the hot water relax my muscles. The wall seemed like a good place to lean my sleepy head and let the thoughts just flow. The memory of last week and that asshole popped into my head. I haven’t heard about anything from the incident, except that I probably shouldn’t go back to that gym…. EVER. Admittedly, the memory of that gory neck breaker brought a smile to my face. Another chill flowed down my spine once again, but this time it was pleasurable.
But then I thought about this challenge and the smile on my face went away. Never in my life have I been so nervous to start a new job. Hell, I wasn’t even as nervous to start basic. I don’t know much about my opponent, aside from the fact that he’s… well… a guy. Even going to war, I knew to expect to be hauling dead bodies and worry about landmines. During wrestling training, I always faced other females and small men. But this is different, because I know the Asylum has some huge guys and a damn powerful woman, even though I’ve never met any of them. I started going over my moves mentally, deciding what would be better for me to use on every type of opponent. But since I’ve never actually met the man I'm facing, I'm at a bit of a disadvantage.
*ringgggggg*
I turned the knobs for the water to the off position. Stepping out of the shower, I lightly tapped my screen, which turned off the alarm. For just a second, I stopped to marvel at my body in the fogged up mirror. Using my finger, I started drawing faces and made myself laugh. But then reality came creeping back and hastily, I threw on a sports bra, some shorts and slipped on some socks. Struggling into my running shoes, I tied my long hair into a messy pony tail and grabbed my iPod touch before running out the door. I set the iPod to shuffle, set it into its holder and started running down the block to Pollo’s apartment. The first song to come on was “Scream” by Avenged Sevenfold. I slowed my running to the tempo of the song, the stress and worry drain from my body with every impact my heel made to the ground.
I see Pollo jogging in place as I approach. I run up next to her and we take off together in silence. Both of us have our headphones in and neither of us says a word. We round the first corner and make a quick right. We waited at the stop light, jogging in place. Once the light was green, we took off again, this time picking up the pace. “Prayer of the Refugee” by Rise Against started to play and a tear pricked on the side of my eye. Pollo must have seen it because she tapped me on the shoulder and signaled towards the coffee shop. I took my headphones out as we walked into the shop. Pollo went to the counter and ordered two black coffees and motioned me to find a seat. I sat down and placed my head in my hands, slumping over the table.
“Reyna. What’s wrong?” Pollo said, setting the cup of hot coffee in front of me. She sat down across from me, and I could feel her eyes on me. I didn’t bother to even look up.
“Everything and yet nothing…. I'm stressed that I'm going to get sued for one. But I've got my first match tomorrow night and I'm nervous as hell. And to make matters worse…. I had a dream about her again.” I sighed. My mind was racing, going places it hasn’t been since I was in my home country watching my mother…..
“Reyna.” Pollo almost screamed. She seemed annoyed and that probably meant that she’s been trying to get my attention for a while. I looked up at her and she visibly relaxed. “You’re not going to get sued. Everyone knows that Brian is an asshole and had it coming and he did have to sign a form saying that he couldn’t sue either of us for injuries sustained during training with us. Matt drew up the contract, and Brian signed it before hand, thinking that nobody could injure him. Anyway, tell me about your match.” She settled in to her seat as if she was expecting a lengthy conversation, and I started to wonder about this guy 'Matt'...
“Uh… Okay. Well. In a few days, I’m facing Michael Snow. It’s a singles match, the basic one fall to finish…. And that’s pretty much all I know about the guy.” I said, sighing and leaning back in the chair. I took a sip of my coffee before looking up at her.
“Okay. Hurm. Michael Snow huh? He’s taller than you, by one inch so it’s not like you’re facing a giant. But he’s got a good 40-ish pounds on you. Be glad they didn’t pair you against Roy Viper or Natalie Burrows. They’d wipe the floor with you.” She mused before taking a sip of her coffee.
“Oh thanks for the confide-… Wait. You know this how?” I asked perplexed. For as long as I knew her, my cousin was never one for wrestling, or anything that included violence really. She preferred to be the girl that was so perfect that everyone wanted to bang her. She never seemed to want to exercise to gain strength, but instead only to keep her figure. That’s why she had skinny chicken legs and why I called her Pollo. And in my mind, she never changed. Appearance maybe, but she still seemed to be a girly girl, more comfortable away from conflict. Now she was on the legal side of conflict, about to graduate law school with an offer from a respectable firm.
“Well last week when you mentioned EUW, I went home and found as much as I could on it. Now I just found a little information about each wrestler, and watched some old matches, but if I knew you were facing Snow, I’d probably have looked a little more into him. All I know is that you both are cheaters. Oh and you probably should avoid pissing people off for a little while.” She said shrugging.
I shot a glare at her. “Now hold on a minute. I don’t like cheating. I just…have to sometimes.” I hung my head. Honor was something deeply important to me, which is why I joined the Marine Corps in the first place. Most people, including myself, see the Marine Corps as more honorable and dangerous than the Army. In my heart, I knew cheating was wrong, and I was taught never to do so. I hated doing it, but I HAD to win. At the same time, I was trained to do whatever you had to because your life or that of your fellow soldiers depended on it. Maybe I didn’t have to win every single time, but definitely the first time. I need to make my mark in EUW. Once that’s done, I could enjoy myself.
“You’re doing this for her aren’t you?” The look on Pollo’s face was solemn.
“Honestly? Yes. I don’t think you understand how much I miss her. I'm not entirely sure that I understand it. But she’s my flesh and blood. I need to find her. Who knows what the hell kind of life she has now?” Tears started in the corners of my eyes at the thought of my daughter. “My flesh and blood either dead or never knowing that her true mother wanted her. Or maybe whoever she was living with wouldn’t tell her that they weren’t her real parents. Hell. I don’t even know who her father is, but no matter how she came to be, I love her. She was all I had in this world and suddenly she disappeared. I need to find her. Or at least find out what happened to her. I can’t live without knowing.” It’s been 6 years since the last time I saw her, on her first birthday. We threw a party and then someone decided to crash it. I sighed and buried my face in my hands.
“Okay. How?” Pollo looked uncomfortable. Anytime I mentioned my daughter, she stiffened. I had a feeling she knew something she didn’t want me to know.
“Easy. I win matches; I get money and booked more. The more I win, the more I travel and hopefully I get to search for my daughter. It’s that easy. I'm confident I’ll win, because I have to win. I’ll find her one day.” I explained. I finished the last sentence as Pollo’s phone started ringing. Pollo put it on speaker.
“Mayra Juanita Mata. ¿A donde va?!?!” (Where are you?!?!) The voice screamed.
“Ay guey. Hola mama. ¿Que paso?" (Oh jeez, hi mom. What’s up?) Pollo responded sheepishly. The look she sported reminded me of how my own mother used to use my full name when she was mad at me. I hated it just as much as she seems to hate it.
“¿A. DONDE. VA?” My aunt asked again, this time slower and more deliberate.
“ Nowhere mama. Estoy en una cafetería con Sirena. Te dije que era conocer a su hoy.” (I'm at a restaurant with Sirena. I told you I was meeting her today.) Pollo sighed and shook her head.
“Oh!” My aunt exclaimed excitedly. “Sirena? ¿Estás realmente allí?” (Sirena? Are you really there?)
“Sí. Hola tía.” (Yeah. Hey auntie.) I replied wearily.
“Mayra. Take me off speaker phone please.” She asked and Pollo picked up the phone.
I zoned out and thought of my daughter. She’d be 7 now. Her 8th birthday coming up in a couple months and me with 7 years of presents to give her. I used to scold her in her full name too when I was mad at her, even though she was barely a year old. I was only 16 when I gave birth to her, a product of rape from that asshole gang member in El Salvador. There were very few things I knew about the entire situation. I knew the dick that raped me is a member of MS 13. The gang runs rampant everywhere in north and central America. I had a feeling that he took her, or maybe the gang took her to hide the evidence. I knew that my daughter had my eyes and looked a lot like me, at least when she was younger.
The sound of Pollo flipping the phone shut caused me to come back to reality. She looked upset and chugged her coffee before standing up and looking at me. “I’ll see you later okay? I kinda promised my mom I’d take her to the store.” Pollo sighed before walking out of the store.
I was left playing with the thin gold bracelet on my wrist that had her name engraved in it. I ran my finger tips along her name: Esperanza Victoria Mata. In English her name means ‘Hope Victorious’ and to me, she was proof that good things can come from bad. I threw my cup away and headed back home to the sounds of “Bleed It Out” by Linkin Park.
For hours, I was working out and practicing my moves on my old training buddies, but my head and especially my heart wasn’t into it. I kept fucking things up, so I resigned to doing other forms of exercise. I ran more, with weights, and lifted a little. I can’t risk hurting myself before my big day. Finally, 12 hours after meeting Pollo, I settled to relax. I started running the bath water, and grabbing my bubble soap. I dumped the soap in and after putting the cap back on the bottle, turned on the radio I keep in the bathroom for the occasion. “Gasolina” by Daddy Yankee started playing. I chuckled silently before stripping myself to the beat and submersing in the hot water. The water really helps to get rid of all my stress. I close my eyes and lean my head back on the bath pillow.
*Buzz Buzzzzzz*
My phone starts vibrating on the sink counter. I'm situated close enough to reach it before it falls into the trashcan, but right now, all I want to do is let it fall. I don’t want, nor do I need any more distractions. My mind is already screwy, no reason to make it worse. Then the thought of a phone being in the trash can with used toilet paper changes my mind. I shake the excess water from my hand and stick it out to catch the phone, which falls straight into my hand. Bringing the phone towards my face I see the text message from Pollo.
“Ay. Come with me. I need a drink!!! – Pollo”.
I sighed. I could use a little drink…. Or two… “Okay. Be here in 20.” I replied, jumping out of the tub. I dried off as fast as I could, dripping water everywhere. I threw on a tight fitting little black dress and brushed my hair. Walking out of my bedroom, I stopped in place, at the sight of my ring gear. It was all laid out on the chair in the corner. For a debut, I figured going out in a traditional shorts/boots/tiny shirt combo would be okay. I grabbed my eyeliner from the nightstand, I put some on and that’s about it for makeup. Pollo started knocking the door as I started putting my stiletto heel boots on. I hopped to the door, opening it with a scowl. Nothing was really said between us as we climb in my suburban and head out to a local bar. Once there, Pollo orders and we start taking some margaritas. I cut off after my second one, but Pollo kept drinking. Something must have really been wrong tonight. I took a mental note to ask her later.
“Oralé primmmmaaaaaa. ¿Una mássss?” (Come on cousin. One more?) She slurred, holding up her shot glass. She started waving to the bartender and I pulled her hand down. Holy crap, she was a lightweight. I can handle my liquor but she can’t and it was very apparent. I had to drive, so I had to stop drinking a long time ago.
“Okay Pollo. Time to go sweetie.” I handed the bartender a $50 bill. The tab was $30, but I was feeling generous. I grabbed Pollo who was unsteady on her feet, and had her lean into me. She wanted to zig zag. I had to force my weight steady to keep her up. I shook my head and led her out the door to the car. Opening the door, I gently pushed her up onto the step. She started to lean backwards and I pushed her up and into the passenger seat. Once she was buckled, she passed out. Silently I chuckled and shut the door.
But as soon as the door clicked shut, I felt a sharp poke in my lower back, and a body presses me into the door. The person leans their weight into me, pressing me harder, until I'm completely against the door. My palms were flat on the door and for a second, I thought about waking up Pollo, but I realized that she’d be more of a liability than an asset.
“Ohhh pretty lady. You smell nice” the masculine voice says as the man sniffs my neck. His right hand starts roaming around my body, groping my breasts. His hand then moves lower towards my ass. I feel his hand grasp my ass and then dig into my pants looking for something of value.
“Puta. Get your fucking ass off me.” I scream, backing up a little. I try and spin around, landing a punch to the nose. A sickening crack follows suit and his nose becomes crooked. I felt the skin on my knuckles split open and bleed.
He moves the knife from the small of my back, to my throat, adding some pressure. I felt the knife blade against my skin. I get spun back around, once again facing the car. “No. Your ass is going to be the one getting me off, you stupid cunt” he hissed. He started backing up into a nearby alley and dragging me with him. I stand up, holding my weight up. He tries dragging me down once again but I stomp on his left foot with my stilettos. He drops the knife, and both his hands go straight to his foot. He hopped around for a second and I spun around. I kicked him as hard as I could in the gut. He went straight into the wall. I kept kicking him. He kept pleading for me to stop, but I just couldn’t. No longer did I see the semi threatening pervert. I saw the bastards who raped me and my mother.
I pulled him away from the wall and pulled his arms behind his back, thrusting my knee into his back, as someone walked out of the bar, cell phone to his ear. “Hey lady. I called the cops.” He yelled as I sat on the guy’s back. Seconds later the cops showed up and took the asshole away. I gave my account to the officers and went back to my car. Once inside, I looked at myself in the mirror. My neck had a slight slash and my right hand was split. But that was nothing compared to what that puta looked like. I started up the car, ready to take off, and glanced at my cousin. She was still peacefully sleeping, against the car door.
That fight was just what I need to get ready for my match in a couple days. No more distractions. I can worry about all my problems once I take care of business. Once the match is over, I'm walking out victorious and Snow will be begging for his manhood back.
*buzz buzz*
My phone started vibrating, almost falling off the nightstand. I grabbed it right as it reached the edge. Rubbing my eyes, I entered my password, sliding my finger along the cold screen. I was expecting the rest of the world to be awake and not to need me, so when it turned out to be a text message, I was surprised. Sighing, I somewhat wished that I let the phone fall off the table so I could get some more damn sleep.
“We r still on 4 r 8AM run rite? - Pollo”
Almost out of graduate school, and she still texted like she was in middle school. I shook my head trying to clear the sleepiness. I loved my cousin, but the way she texted annoyed me. I sent a quick ‘yes’ and lifted my tired body out of bed and into the bathroom. I originally planned to go shower. I desperately needed to wake up, and I thought about taking a cold shower. But the chill that went through my semi naked body at the thought made me change my mind. I turned on the water and let it warm up. I stripped my remaining clothes, which was just a bra and panties, and stepped in, letting the hot water relax my muscles. The wall seemed like a good place to lean my sleepy head and let the thoughts just flow. The memory of last week and that asshole popped into my head. I haven’t heard about anything from the incident, except that I probably shouldn’t go back to that gym…. EVER. Admittedly, the memory of that gory neck breaker brought a smile to my face. Another chill flowed down my spine once again, but this time it was pleasurable.
But then I thought about this challenge and the smile on my face went away. Never in my life have I been so nervous to start a new job. Hell, I wasn’t even as nervous to start basic. I don’t know much about my opponent, aside from the fact that he’s… well… a guy. Even going to war, I knew to expect to be hauling dead bodies and worry about landmines. During wrestling training, I always faced other females and small men. But this is different, because I know the Asylum has some huge guys and a damn powerful woman, even though I’ve never met any of them. I started going over my moves mentally, deciding what would be better for me to use on every type of opponent. But since I’ve never actually met the man I'm facing, I'm at a bit of a disadvantage.
*ringgggggg*
I turned the knobs for the water to the off position. Stepping out of the shower, I lightly tapped my screen, which turned off the alarm. For just a second, I stopped to marvel at my body in the fogged up mirror. Using my finger, I started drawing faces and made myself laugh. But then reality came creeping back and hastily, I threw on a sports bra, some shorts and slipped on some socks. Struggling into my running shoes, I tied my long hair into a messy pony tail and grabbed my iPod touch before running out the door. I set the iPod to shuffle, set it into its holder and started running down the block to Pollo’s apartment. The first song to come on was “Scream” by Avenged Sevenfold. I slowed my running to the tempo of the song, the stress and worry drain from my body with every impact my heel made to the ground.
I see Pollo jogging in place as I approach. I run up next to her and we take off together in silence. Both of us have our headphones in and neither of us says a word. We round the first corner and make a quick right. We waited at the stop light, jogging in place. Once the light was green, we took off again, this time picking up the pace. “Prayer of the Refugee” by Rise Against started to play and a tear pricked on the side of my eye. Pollo must have seen it because she tapped me on the shoulder and signaled towards the coffee shop. I took my headphones out as we walked into the shop. Pollo went to the counter and ordered two black coffees and motioned me to find a seat. I sat down and placed my head in my hands, slumping over the table.
“Reyna. What’s wrong?” Pollo said, setting the cup of hot coffee in front of me. She sat down across from me, and I could feel her eyes on me. I didn’t bother to even look up.
“Everything and yet nothing…. I'm stressed that I'm going to get sued for one. But I've got my first match tomorrow night and I'm nervous as hell. And to make matters worse…. I had a dream about her again.” I sighed. My mind was racing, going places it hasn’t been since I was in my home country watching my mother…..
“Reyna.” Pollo almost screamed. She seemed annoyed and that probably meant that she’s been trying to get my attention for a while. I looked up at her and she visibly relaxed. “You’re not going to get sued. Everyone knows that Brian is an asshole and had it coming and he did have to sign a form saying that he couldn’t sue either of us for injuries sustained during training with us. Matt drew up the contract, and Brian signed it before hand, thinking that nobody could injure him. Anyway, tell me about your match.” She settled in to her seat as if she was expecting a lengthy conversation, and I started to wonder about this guy 'Matt'...
“Uh… Okay. Well. In a few days, I’m facing Michael Snow. It’s a singles match, the basic one fall to finish…. And that’s pretty much all I know about the guy.” I said, sighing and leaning back in the chair. I took a sip of my coffee before looking up at her.
“Okay. Hurm. Michael Snow huh? He’s taller than you, by one inch so it’s not like you’re facing a giant. But he’s got a good 40-ish pounds on you. Be glad they didn’t pair you against Roy Viper or Natalie Burrows. They’d wipe the floor with you.” She mused before taking a sip of her coffee.
“Oh thanks for the confide-… Wait. You know this how?” I asked perplexed. For as long as I knew her, my cousin was never one for wrestling, or anything that included violence really. She preferred to be the girl that was so perfect that everyone wanted to bang her. She never seemed to want to exercise to gain strength, but instead only to keep her figure. That’s why she had skinny chicken legs and why I called her Pollo. And in my mind, she never changed. Appearance maybe, but she still seemed to be a girly girl, more comfortable away from conflict. Now she was on the legal side of conflict, about to graduate law school with an offer from a respectable firm.
“Well last week when you mentioned EUW, I went home and found as much as I could on it. Now I just found a little information about each wrestler, and watched some old matches, but if I knew you were facing Snow, I’d probably have looked a little more into him. All I know is that you both are cheaters. Oh and you probably should avoid pissing people off for a little while.” She said shrugging.
I shot a glare at her. “Now hold on a minute. I don’t like cheating. I just…have to sometimes.” I hung my head. Honor was something deeply important to me, which is why I joined the Marine Corps in the first place. Most people, including myself, see the Marine Corps as more honorable and dangerous than the Army. In my heart, I knew cheating was wrong, and I was taught never to do so. I hated doing it, but I HAD to win. At the same time, I was trained to do whatever you had to because your life or that of your fellow soldiers depended on it. Maybe I didn’t have to win every single time, but definitely the first time. I need to make my mark in EUW. Once that’s done, I could enjoy myself.
“You’re doing this for her aren’t you?” The look on Pollo’s face was solemn.
“Honestly? Yes. I don’t think you understand how much I miss her. I'm not entirely sure that I understand it. But she’s my flesh and blood. I need to find her. Who knows what the hell kind of life she has now?” Tears started in the corners of my eyes at the thought of my daughter. “My flesh and blood either dead or never knowing that her true mother wanted her. Or maybe whoever she was living with wouldn’t tell her that they weren’t her real parents. Hell. I don’t even know who her father is, but no matter how she came to be, I love her. She was all I had in this world and suddenly she disappeared. I need to find her. Or at least find out what happened to her. I can’t live without knowing.” It’s been 6 years since the last time I saw her, on her first birthday. We threw a party and then someone decided to crash it. I sighed and buried my face in my hands.
“Okay. How?” Pollo looked uncomfortable. Anytime I mentioned my daughter, she stiffened. I had a feeling she knew something she didn’t want me to know.
“Easy. I win matches; I get money and booked more. The more I win, the more I travel and hopefully I get to search for my daughter. It’s that easy. I'm confident I’ll win, because I have to win. I’ll find her one day.” I explained. I finished the last sentence as Pollo’s phone started ringing. Pollo put it on speaker.
“Mayra Juanita Mata. ¿A donde va?!?!” (Where are you?!?!) The voice screamed.
“Ay guey. Hola mama. ¿Que paso?" (Oh jeez, hi mom. What’s up?) Pollo responded sheepishly. The look she sported reminded me of how my own mother used to use my full name when she was mad at me. I hated it just as much as she seems to hate it.
“¿A. DONDE. VA?” My aunt asked again, this time slower and more deliberate.
“ Nowhere mama. Estoy en una cafetería con Sirena. Te dije que era conocer a su hoy.” (I'm at a restaurant with Sirena. I told you I was meeting her today.) Pollo sighed and shook her head.
“Oh!” My aunt exclaimed excitedly. “Sirena? ¿Estás realmente allí?” (Sirena? Are you really there?)
“Sí. Hola tía.” (Yeah. Hey auntie.) I replied wearily.
“Mayra. Take me off speaker phone please.” She asked and Pollo picked up the phone.
I zoned out and thought of my daughter. She’d be 7 now. Her 8th birthday coming up in a couple months and me with 7 years of presents to give her. I used to scold her in her full name too when I was mad at her, even though she was barely a year old. I was only 16 when I gave birth to her, a product of rape from that asshole gang member in El Salvador. There were very few things I knew about the entire situation. I knew the dick that raped me is a member of MS 13. The gang runs rampant everywhere in north and central America. I had a feeling that he took her, or maybe the gang took her to hide the evidence. I knew that my daughter had my eyes and looked a lot like me, at least when she was younger.
The sound of Pollo flipping the phone shut caused me to come back to reality. She looked upset and chugged her coffee before standing up and looking at me. “I’ll see you later okay? I kinda promised my mom I’d take her to the store.” Pollo sighed before walking out of the store.
I was left playing with the thin gold bracelet on my wrist that had her name engraved in it. I ran my finger tips along her name: Esperanza Victoria Mata. In English her name means ‘Hope Victorious’ and to me, she was proof that good things can come from bad. I threw my cup away and headed back home to the sounds of “Bleed It Out” by Linkin Park.
For hours, I was working out and practicing my moves on my old training buddies, but my head and especially my heart wasn’t into it. I kept fucking things up, so I resigned to doing other forms of exercise. I ran more, with weights, and lifted a little. I can’t risk hurting myself before my big day. Finally, 12 hours after meeting Pollo, I settled to relax. I started running the bath water, and grabbing my bubble soap. I dumped the soap in and after putting the cap back on the bottle, turned on the radio I keep in the bathroom for the occasion. “Gasolina” by Daddy Yankee started playing. I chuckled silently before stripping myself to the beat and submersing in the hot water. The water really helps to get rid of all my stress. I close my eyes and lean my head back on the bath pillow.
*Buzz Buzzzzzz*
My phone starts vibrating on the sink counter. I'm situated close enough to reach it before it falls into the trashcan, but right now, all I want to do is let it fall. I don’t want, nor do I need any more distractions. My mind is already screwy, no reason to make it worse. Then the thought of a phone being in the trash can with used toilet paper changes my mind. I shake the excess water from my hand and stick it out to catch the phone, which falls straight into my hand. Bringing the phone towards my face I see the text message from Pollo.
“Ay. Come with me. I need a drink!!! – Pollo”.
I sighed. I could use a little drink…. Or two… “Okay. Be here in 20.” I replied, jumping out of the tub. I dried off as fast as I could, dripping water everywhere. I threw on a tight fitting little black dress and brushed my hair. Walking out of my bedroom, I stopped in place, at the sight of my ring gear. It was all laid out on the chair in the corner. For a debut, I figured going out in a traditional shorts/boots/tiny shirt combo would be okay. I grabbed my eyeliner from the nightstand, I put some on and that’s about it for makeup. Pollo started knocking the door as I started putting my stiletto heel boots on. I hopped to the door, opening it with a scowl. Nothing was really said between us as we climb in my suburban and head out to a local bar. Once there, Pollo orders and we start taking some margaritas. I cut off after my second one, but Pollo kept drinking. Something must have really been wrong tonight. I took a mental note to ask her later.
“Oralé primmmmaaaaaa. ¿Una mássss?” (Come on cousin. One more?) She slurred, holding up her shot glass. She started waving to the bartender and I pulled her hand down. Holy crap, she was a lightweight. I can handle my liquor but she can’t and it was very apparent. I had to drive, so I had to stop drinking a long time ago.
“Okay Pollo. Time to go sweetie.” I handed the bartender a $50 bill. The tab was $30, but I was feeling generous. I grabbed Pollo who was unsteady on her feet, and had her lean into me. She wanted to zig zag. I had to force my weight steady to keep her up. I shook my head and led her out the door to the car. Opening the door, I gently pushed her up onto the step. She started to lean backwards and I pushed her up and into the passenger seat. Once she was buckled, she passed out. Silently I chuckled and shut the door.
But as soon as the door clicked shut, I felt a sharp poke in my lower back, and a body presses me into the door. The person leans their weight into me, pressing me harder, until I'm completely against the door. My palms were flat on the door and for a second, I thought about waking up Pollo, but I realized that she’d be more of a liability than an asset.
“Ohhh pretty lady. You smell nice” the masculine voice says as the man sniffs my neck. His right hand starts roaming around my body, groping my breasts. His hand then moves lower towards my ass. I feel his hand grasp my ass and then dig into my pants looking for something of value.
“Puta. Get your fucking ass off me.” I scream, backing up a little. I try and spin around, landing a punch to the nose. A sickening crack follows suit and his nose becomes crooked. I felt the skin on my knuckles split open and bleed.
He moves the knife from the small of my back, to my throat, adding some pressure. I felt the knife blade against my skin. I get spun back around, once again facing the car. “No. Your ass is going to be the one getting me off, you stupid cunt” he hissed. He started backing up into a nearby alley and dragging me with him. I stand up, holding my weight up. He tries dragging me down once again but I stomp on his left foot with my stilettos. He drops the knife, and both his hands go straight to his foot. He hopped around for a second and I spun around. I kicked him as hard as I could in the gut. He went straight into the wall. I kept kicking him. He kept pleading for me to stop, but I just couldn’t. No longer did I see the semi threatening pervert. I saw the bastards who raped me and my mother.
I pulled him away from the wall and pulled his arms behind his back, thrusting my knee into his back, as someone walked out of the bar, cell phone to his ear. “Hey lady. I called the cops.” He yelled as I sat on the guy’s back. Seconds later the cops showed up and took the asshole away. I gave my account to the officers and went back to my car. Once inside, I looked at myself in the mirror. My neck had a slight slash and my right hand was split. But that was nothing compared to what that puta looked like. I started up the car, ready to take off, and glanced at my cousin. She was still peacefully sleeping, against the car door.
That fight was just what I need to get ready for my match in a couple days. No more distractions. I can worry about all my problems once I take care of business. Once the match is over, I'm walking out victorious and Snow will be begging for his manhood back.
