Saving Sanity

Chapter 6

Sanity's POV

"I just like it there, okay?" I snapped as I struggled to get the lock undone. Each time I came close he would just re-lock it.

He gave me a doubtful look, "Seriously? You expect me to believe that you like being in some underground secret illegal shit?"

I blinked a few times, "Honestly? Yeah." I said as I turned to him, "You don't know shit about me. So I suggest you take the image that you have about me and shove it up your ass."

He raised his eyebrows, "Tough words for a not so tough girl."

I rolled my eyes, "Clearly, you don't watch the fighting matches very closely." He had no idea that I was the top fighter.

"Why would I? It's just stupid people trying to get hurt." he looked over at me, "I mean, sure there are some pretty talented people, but still what does this have to do with you?"

This kid was going to make me rip my hair out, "I'm the fucking champion!" I shouted as I threw my hands up in the air, "I haven't lost a single fucking match, ever."

His eyes got wide as he stared at me. It was clear that he hadn't expected my outburst. Or the fact that I was the one sending him all these bruised up guys that were at least three times bigger than me. His expression nearly made me laugh, I probably would have if it wasn't for the pain that was throbbing from just about every place in my body.

"You're really serious about that?" he asked as he studied my face, "I always thought it was some guy that was owning all of those losers. Not some little girl."

I shot him a glare, "I'm not little, thank you very much. Now please let me out of this stupid car."

He smirked and stayed in place, "Nope, you never told me how you got so beat up."

"You didn't ask me."

"Well now I am." He said with a glint in his eyes.

"Too bad that I'm not going to tell you."

"I've got all night babe."

I rolled my eyes again and thought of something I could lie about. I could say that I fell, but he would know better. He knew that someone clearly hit me, the real question was who. I couldn't tell him that it was my dad, you know how embarrassing that is? I can knock a guy out cold with one punch but my dad beats me. It's pathetic.

"It's from all of the fights." I said as I realized I could use that as an excuse, "They tend to take a toll on me if I'm in more than three a night." I lied.

He didn't look like he was buying it, "You came to school with a fresh black eye this morning Sanity."

I shrugged, "I got into a fight last night." It wasn't exactly a lie, I had gotten into a fight. Well it was more like my dad got drunk, which meant he was angry.

"You weren't there last night." he said almost instantly.

I raised an eyebrow, "How would you know where I was?"

"I've noticed things about your fighting patterns. You always get them in the face, right where the jaw meets the cheekbone. It's an instant knockout."

Impressive, he knew what he was talking about, "Yeah, well I'm not the only person in the world that does that."

"The only one there though." he replied with a smart ass look on his face.

I sighed, I would honestly rather be getting beat by my dad than sitting here talking to him, "Look, you're right I wasn't there yesterday. But I really did get in a fight, a bad one. It's done and over with and my adrenaline high is wearing off and I really just want to go home, so please just open the door."

He sighed, "Well you're no fun. But you're right, you should get going. We have school tomorrow and you should really get all the rest you can get, especially with your ribs." He unlocked the doors.

"Yeah, Yeah." I said as I quickly got out of the expensive car, "Thanks for the ride and all that stuff."

He shrugged, "No problem. Be safe, okay?"

I nodded, "I'm pretty sure if something happens I can handle it, even if I do have a few broken ribs."

He laughed gently and shook his head, "Yeah, but just remember, you're not invincible."

Don't I know it, "Whatever, now go away you creep."

I shut the door and seconds after he sped down the street. I hated that kid so freaking much. I mean sure, he helped me out. Quite a bit actually, but he was annoying as hell. I smiled as I looked around me. I was at a park that I used to come to all the time when I was little, my dad never kept track of me unless he needed a beer so I would always come here.

It might not be a very good neighborhood but I absolutely loved this park. The old worn down slide held so many memories for me. The first time I met Ella had been here. Her parents were rich, but she always loved this park and would throw a fit whenever they wouldn't take her.

I was hiding under the slide, trying to bury a bottle of my dads vodka when she walked up to me. She asked me what it was and why I was burying it. I told her that it was something that my dad drinks and it makes him angry, and I didn't like it when he was angry. She frowned but didn't ask questions, all she did was start digging with me.

I smiled at the memory, wondering if it was still there. I slowly walked over to the slide, bending down to fit under it before fully sitting around where I had been digging all those years ago. My hands slowly started to take away the dirt, remembering the feel of it between my fingers. I gasped when I hit something. I slowly pulled the dirt covered empty bottle out of the ground. Empty? Why was it empty?

I noticed the piece of paper that sat, rolled up inside of it. I carefully unscrewed the top and took the note. My hands were shaking when I noticed the date on it; March 12, 2002. That was the day that I buried this. I slowly started to unravel the whole thing. You could tell that it was written by a kid, the way that the letters were carefully placed. My hand shot up to my mouth as I read what it said.

Dear girl who buried this,

You're really pretty, I've noticed that for a while now. But you always have bruises on your face. Why do you have bruises? I've noticed that my mommy does sometimes, she said that daddy gets mad and sometimes hurts her. Does your daddy hit you like how mine hits mommy? If he does I'll protect you, no one should get hit, ever. Especially not girls. I hope that you read this, even if it is years from now. Maybe we'll even know each other! I'm Jayden by the way, my full name is Jayden Charles Blake, but mommy only calls me that when she's mad.

Bye pretty girl,

Jayden Blake

P.S. Daddy gets mad sometime, and he drinks this. So I dumped it out, I hope you're not mad.

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