Fight to the Death

(ALE'S POV cont.)
I sighed before going on with it. Spilling out everything Blaire told me never to mention to anyone 'It's none of their fucking business the way I live' she spoke to me, I remember that day it was all confirmed as truthful...my assumptions were true.

“She does get paid, I know she does but... She gives me about 20% each fight despite the fact that I tell her not to, that's around 2 to 3 thousand depending on the night and how much she fights....

“She used to put her money in her savings account but her parents used to take that money and blow it, she didn't know until it was all gone... Since she was a minor, they could take out the money but she couldn't once she has placed it into the account. They never paid any of the bills, either. So on top of them taking the money she actually had out of her account, she had to find a way to pay the bills or there wouldn't be electricity or water or heat... or a place to live for that matter.

“Her parents are bastards.” I snarled “She was still able to save up some money but then medical bills started to accumulate on top and then she started just breaking even. Every cent she made went towards the debts her parents made on her old house in LA and for whenever she went had to be admitted into the hospital...

“She was fighting 2 fights almost every night, and luckily winning, but it still never gave her any money to spare. With no insurance, thousands of bills came from the hospital. Never would they think of giving her a break, the people who need it are always the sick or ones in most need of assistance but they never receive the help...”

I knew that Matt knew what happened back in LA. Though the others didn't. I couldn't tell them, I couldn't think of it without getting angry and teary eyed. And so I left it at that. It wasn't my story to tell them anyways.

“She still owes money to some people she got some pretty big loans from. So despite the money shes making... she doesn't have any... shes basically broke, but still thousands in the hole.

“She has 5K in the bank that I know of to pay for insurance on her car. She saved for her Porsche that I actually had to make her buy for herself, it always had been a dream of hers to by one.

“That's why she's still gonna fight....”

“She needs that money more than any of us ever will...”

Fighting for her isn't just for the fun or for something to do... its her entire means of living.

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-Fast-forward 6 months (Blaire's POV)-

“Dammit, just fucking stop!” I screamed pushing the hands away from my body. “I am able to walk myself, I don't need to be carried around like a f'n baby!” I yelled or said very loudly actually. I still couldn't yell yell like I could before... Plus we were technically still inside the hospital and many of people were staring, repulsed at the current predicament I am in... Screaming profanities.

Matt only smirked at her me and grabbed me back up by the waist, pulling me once more up into the arms I had tried to hard (and turned out successfully I might add) to escape a minute before. He now again held me bridal style as he walked on, carrying my wailing body though the parking lot towards my highly missed, baby. My car.

“I would think that you should want to be out of this place not making a scene when leaving like a lunatic. Do you want to stay forever...” He teased as I pouted, realizing he was entirely right. I did want out more than anything, and now I'm fighting him as he's giving me my freedom. Finally, I had a bit of freedom.

“Well gee thanks for ruining my moment of further celebrating the freedom I have again.” I snapped looking at his face as he chuckled, opening the passenger side door with one hand before setting me gently inside. “Ah-ehah” I made a disapproving, strange, noise and slapped his hand away “I can do my own fucking belt!”

I grabbed the door handle and tried to close it with Matt still standing there. He responded by leaning down into the car again, kissing me gently on the lips. Content yet semi-surprised, I stopped and completely settled down from my bitchy mood, funny how that works.

Worst part though is that he knew it worked as well... He shut the door and went over to the drivers side and got in, taking off without talking down the road. The only sound heard was of the tires on the road and the low sound of music in the background...

I wish they all would just let me alone, you know? I hate attention, I hate not being able to walk (which I'm perfectly capable of doing ON MY OWN), I hate the fact that no one will let me do anything for myself and most of all, I hate that I have no clue where Matt is taking me... In my car!

Yes, I am being bitchy I admit but I mean come on they have been/are treating me like I'm 2. Especially Matt...

“Where are we going?!” I asked as we drove to a bridge that crossed over water...lots of water. I'm not very fond of bridges... I'm actually deathly afraid.

“It's a surprise...”

“Well do we have to go over water???” I asked gripping the seat and closing my eyes extremely tight while singing a random string of lyrics in my head.

“What?-you...you're- you're afraid of water aren't you?” He asked, I could just see his smirk and that fucking amused look on his face even with my eyes closed.

“I'm not afraid of water...” I snapped “I just don't like bridges, which you could drive off of in a car and crash into the water and the seat belt wont come off and oh shit...” I paused on my rant and narrowly opened my eyes to undo my seat belt

“What are you do-” He was mocking me now...

“And the seat belt could stick and then people will drown and-” I went on...

“Babe, we are off of the bridge now, so you can put on your seat belt and open your eyes again.” He said laughing as I peaked open my eyes a bit more than when undoing the belt...he was right. I heard him mumble something about Ale and how he had told him to pick her up instead, and now he knew why. Assholes. Then clearly I heard the next question. “How the hell did you ever live in LA?”

“Easy, never go anywhere around or near the water...” I mumbled as I looked out the window. A sign said 'Bridge Hampton' in fancy writing. “Are we on long island?” I asked already knowing the answer. I mean we had gone over a stretch of water after all. I looked over in the corner of my eyes and saw him nod as he continued to sing with the lyrics of the “Enter Sandman” by Metallica, on the radio.

After a little while of driving we came up to an enormous house. An enormous house that looked rather familiar actually, like I've been here before? Matt killed the engine and got out. I stared at the house as I slowly got out too (before he could open the door for me.) I laughed internally at my being to quick for him. I started walking up to the house as Ale came running out,attacking me... you get what I mean. Matt walked up to us and rolled his eyes at our hugging figures before going inside.

Ale explained it was his parents but now all the guys as well as himself had shares in it. It was amazing. It needed better decorating for sure but that was to come... I had many ideas (cue evil laugh and look.) He showed me around for a while, finally stopping at my room. It was actually fully furnished and even had a majority of my stuff I left with Ale in LA... It was dark purple, black and white... my dream room. Ale snickered, backing away silently as he left me alone to collapse on my bed and look at everything in further detail myself.

This was gonna be fun... on my own with grown men, creepy now that I say it like that...but interesting nonetheless.

I started to get hungry after an hour of so, so I snuck out of my room and went down to the kitchen...my safe haven at the moment. I loved cooking if you haven't remembered that.

I went into “sneaky” mode as I crouched down (as much as I actually could that is) and got out pots and pans, looked in cupboards and the fridge and eventually started making random foods. Such as a piroshki (like an Italian pirogi except this is the Russian version, with hamburger and stuff inside a crescent-type of dough) and chicken noodle soup. As I was putting the carrots into the soup I heard footsteps. I dropped rather harshly to the floor and crawled anxiously over to the island, hiding behind it until the person started walking towards me. I first saw shoes, then black holey jeans, then a band t- shirt of some sort and eventually Zacky's face. He stared at me confused and yet amused at the same time.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked me trying to keep a straight face as I shrugged and said “I don't know” while looking at the carrot and knife still in my hands. “You cook?” He asked and I looked up shrugging again. He gave me his hand and after putting the carrot with the knife in my opposite hand, he helped me up gently and eventually helped me cook some. “You know I could be murdered if anyone find out I'm letting you do this.”

“Your best friends would murder you because I'm fully capable of doing things myself?” He laughed and rolled his eyes as he came closer to me. I turned unknowingly and my arm brushed ghostly against his chest.

“They are just worried about you Blaire, Matt and Ale don't want you to get hurt again and neither do I...” I looked into his eyes and everything went slower for some odd reason. He brought his hand up to my face and brushed my bangs out of my eyes before letting his fingers linger on my scarred cheek. I looked down slightly embarrassed but my chin was brought upwards. I felt the tickle of lips brushing against my own after that, only then did those same lips crash down onto my own. Once again.

I put the utensils down on the counter as he backed me up against it, with the stone digging just a bit into my lower back. He suddenly broke away after a few incredibly long moments, leaving me speechless and breathless as he turned and went to sit in the stool at the island a few feet away; watching me finish making the dough for the piroshki. I was so fucking confused right now.

“...everyone else... well you're like their little sister... they care a lot too...” he finally got to finishing his thought after all of that. How did he even remember what he was talking about?!?! “Hell, Johnny threatened me the other day for coming to visit you alone without bringing him along.” He said chuckling and looking at the stone counter in front of him and then back up at me. I bit my tongue and lip trying to stay quiet. He amazes me.

My God, Zacky Vengeance is something else.

“Oh, oh FUCK NO. What are you doing?!” Matt burst into the kitchen suddenly, making me drop the spoon and bowl to the hard, tiled floor making a loud crashing sound. Luckily it was plastic though, and the dough was sticky so both the dough and spoon stayed inside the bowl.

I bent over and picked them up quickly and stood back up straight to see Matt glaring at Zacky. Oh please don't tell me he seen!!!! Lately I've noticed they weren't really as “friendly” to each other, I guess if you could even use that as a description. That's just my noticing. Whether its true..I have absolutely no clue but it does look like that assumption is accurate at this very moment.

“I'm making food!” I said in a, way to happy and excited tone of voice, trying to break the silence and tension in the room.

Both boys glared at me before looking at one another, then finally their stares landing back on me once again...

'oh shit here it comes'... I thought cringing while mentally preparing myself for what will come next.