Fighting For Her - A 'Warrior' Fanfiction

Commando

And I feel, so much depends on the weather... So is it raining in your bedroom? And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray... Would you even care? And I feel it... And she feels it...

Riley clicked the radio off and dropped her arm on her lap. The rest of the car ride was quiet. She always turned to music to make her feel better, or even feel energized. But not today. She was just too tired. She turned her head to look at Tommy who hadn't said anything after they left Ryan's house. He stared ahead intently, eyes focused on the road.

She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt a soft wet kiss on her forehead and let the vibrations of the road put her to sleep.

Tommy's nostrils flared at the sight of her bruises. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and took large breaths to subdue his rage.

Riley felt the truck come to a slow stop and Tommy slightly nudge her.

"Ri, we're here." His voice was a soft whisper against her ear. She groggily lifted her head and looked out of the passenger window. Her apartment made her shudder. She didn't want to go in there yet. All she could think of was Ryan open the door and slamming it behind him.

"Riley?" Tommy's voice brought her out of her daze. She looked at him and shook her head.

"I can't." She choked back tears and buried her face in her hands.

"Okay. It's okay." He brought her into his arms and she let herself cry.

Riley suddenly felt at ease once she saw the front door of Tommy's house. The neighborhood was relatively quiet, a part from some kids playing in the snow a few houses down. She noticed the long Oldsmobile was still missing.

"Where's your dad?" She followed closely behind Tommy like a little duckling.

"Church. And then he's got his AA meetings." He swung the door open, letting her in first. He flicked on a light, and Riley was instantly greeted by the familiar coziness of their home. She pulled off her leather jacket and grey sweatshirt and hung them on the coat rack by the door.

"Where's the bathroom?" Riley stared at the family pictures that hung on the wall and grinned.

"Just down the hall. Second door on the right." Tommy yelled from the kitchen.

She walked down the hall and found the small bathroom. She gasped when she saw herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale, and her eyes tired. She threw her messy hair up in a ponytail and splashed water over her face. Her bruises were getting darker, and they still stung at the touch. She quickly pulled her hair tie out and smoothed her hair down, making sure to cover the bruised part of her face.

A few seconds later she came out of the bathroom to find Tommy sitting on the couch watching TV. He held up a beer towards her and she took it with a smile. Slumping down on the couch beside him, she took three large gulps of the ice cold beer.

"Slow down there champ." Tommy chuckled and took a sip of his own beer. Riley stuck her tongue out at him and he smiled. The butterflies in her stomach began to flutter. His gaze left hers and fell back to the television.

Coverage about an MMA fighter named Koba joining the tournament had got his attention.

"Ten weeks left until the Sparta tournament and the hype continues for the War on the Shore in Atlantic City and you know what that means: the great Koba, bringing his act stateside. Let me ask you about the other guys. What are they thinking entering a winner take all tournament against a guy that seemingly can't be beat?"

"They're thinking five million dollars, and five million dollars is a lot of money, but they've gotta remember one thing: they're going against Koba. Mission impossible. Game over. Go home."