I woke up nice and cosy. My eyes flicked open to see Jake just lying there. I sat up and kissed him.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked.
"Alright I guess, I'm in a fair amount of trouble, probably shouldn't of pick locked the cell and steel a squad car." I said sighing.
His eyes widened. "You stole a squad car? I'm bad and I wouldn't even have the balls to steel a squad car!" He said loudly. I clamped a hand over his mouth.
"The whole world doesn't need to know." I said. He took my hand off.
"Want some breakfast?" He asked stretching out.
"No thanks, I'm good." I said yawning. My phone dinged and I looked to see a message from Charlie. I scrolled through the message.
Dear Panther, if you would, have one last fight before you quit, if your not up to it well then I'll cancel the night. Text me back when you get this.
I sighed reading the text. My arm was better but I don't know if it was in any condition to go fighting. I examined my arm. It felt fine.
Jake peered down at my phone. "Thea your seriously not considering this, are you?" He asked. I looked him in the eyes.
"Thea! Your arm is pretty much broken! You can't be fighting any time soon besides, I thought you were to quit after you revealed your identity." He said.
"Well my arm feels fine, but this will be my last one, your asking me to quit something I love. That's like telling me to stop breathing." I said.
He sighed. "Alright, I'll support you, but just try not to get a broken arm again along with a broken neck or anything else." He said. I nodded and smiled and kissed him.
I raised my arm in the air and formed my hand into a fist. It hurt a little but a good few months have gone by so it should be good.
"You got any scissors?" I asked. He went through his draws and found giant scissors.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked. I nodded holding out my arm.
He took a deep breath and began cutting off the cast. I winced slightly. Once he cut through it he took it off.
"How does it feel?" He asked. I moved it around and formed it into a fist repeatedly.
"Feels good." I said.
"I'll rest it for tonight, feels a small bit sore but it'll be fine."
"Alright then, if you say so."
Let's hope it doesn't break during the fight. Jake drove me home and the door was locked. I got the spare key from underneath the welcome mat and unlocked the door.
Luckily Healy was out so I wouldn't be sent down to the station just yet. I got my stuff ready for tonight and I got ready for school. May as well go since I have nothing else to do only grieve.
I exited the House with my stuff and locked the door again hiding the key underneath the mat again.
I got into Jakes car and he drove us to school. As we arrived people were only arriving and going in.
I got out of the car and brought my stuff in with me. As I headed to my locker people began touching me and asking me questions, the usual sadly.
I shrugged them off. "Hey are you fighting tonight?" A girl asked with a smile. I shrugged.
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The Girl With The TattoosAction
She has Tattoos on her arms, no one sees her face, no one knows her name. She's a fighter, fighting for her life, the only thing she shows is her tattoos. They call her The Tattoo Man. A/N I own everything, don't steal or copy my story. Hate comment...