Loner To A Fighter

She gets verbally and physically abused by her Dad, she's broken, and a Loner. No one pays attention to her and she likes that. What happens when she try's to escape her dad? What happens when she finds an professional fighter? Will he teach her how to fight? Or leave her be?


3. Out


"Why did you come home late last night?" asked my dad surprisingly calm.

    "I-I got lost."

   "Don't lie to me!" he exclaimed slapping me. "You know where to go! You have been walking here ever since you were five!"

     That wasn't the best excuse so, I decided to tell the truth. "I really did get lost. I just wasn't walking home."


Tears poured down my face as I tried to sneak pass my dad. I saw him passed out on the couch and I spotted his wallet on the table beside him. I finally got a hold of his wallet and made my way out. I didn't even bother to put on makeup.


I went to the same direction I went to yesterday at the same time. I lifted up my hoodie cause of the rain. I got to see the same boy beating up on the boxing bag. I took an deep breath as I made myself come in.

    He turned his head and gave me an confused look. "Who are you?" he asked gently.

    "Ellen," I lied.

     He nodded. "Well, Ellen. What brought you here?" He asked.

     "Fate," I joked with a small smile.

      He smirked. "Very well then." He stated wiping his hands with an towel. "You know were closed at this time. Right?"
     "Then why was the door unlocked?" I asked pointing at the door. 

       He laughed a little bit. "I maybe forgot to lock the door." He looked at me, licking his lips. "Come back in the morning and you can pay to get in or pay an membership."

      "O-ok," I stuttered.

      I walked outside taking my dad's wallet out of my pocket. 'Please have enough money,' I thought. I pulled out the money and counted. Five. Ten. He only has two fives in his wallet. Ten dollars is not going to help me at all. I cried silent tears as I bit my lip. I bit back an sob.

     I knew the boy was behind me, I could feel it. I could feel his gaze on my back. I shoved the money back in the wallet and started walking without glancing back. I'm not going back home. I could live in the street. I just couldn't live getting beat up all the time by my own dad.

    Once I got away from that boy I found an tree that wasn't that far off the ground. I sat on it and tried to fall a sleep. I heard footsteps getting closer and started panicking. "You're staying with me."

    I opened my eyes and saw the same guy standing there with a small smile. "My name's Collin," he stated reaching out his hand for me to take.



"Are you tired now or do you want me to teach you some steps on fighting?" He asked grinning.

    "Don't I have to pay?" 

     "No. I'm not going to make you," he smiled. This guy is really nice. Collin bent down to pick up the boxing gloves. 

     He handed me the pair and stared at me, eye to eye. "What happen to your eye, Ellen?" he asked bringing his hand up and tracing side of my face. My breath felt unsteady. I just now remembered I had an black eye because of my dad. 

    "I'm weak. I got an a fight at school and I lost," I lied. Well, I wasn't lying on the first part. I am weak, that's why I'm here.

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