Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
He was like a one man wrecking crew as he walked through the horde.
I heard my mom’s soft sigh as she said, “God, he’s so sexy.”
“Ewwww. Yuck!” I whined.
I so didn’t want to hear about that. All I knew was that I was miraculously conceived, as was my brother. My parents were not intimate, nor have they ever been. I was pretty sure they just adopted us just to be nice.
A fight broke out on the field between the two teams. Helmets started smashing together, fists meeting faces, shouts, and curses.
“Fuck.” Max hissed.
He looked behind us, checking for something, and then nodded to himself. He did the hop over the fence again, grabbed my mom around the waist and dropped her to her feet, and then did the same with me, and then Alpha. “Get up to the top of the bleachers. Don’t move from the top. I’ll come for you as soon as I can. I’m going to go find your brother and father.”
With that, he left us about half way up the bleachers, and then started running down them like a fucking gazelle, two at a time. He hopped the fence with a grace that you wouldn’t normally see in such a large man, and then he disappeared into the crowd.
“Yours is sexy, too.” My mom surmised from beside me.
“Damn straight.” I confirmed.
The gate at the back of the field was pulled open and dozens of police officers came storming in with huge clear shields in front of their bodies. Seeing as I’m a master at Call of Duty, I know what a riot shield looks like. I winced as the first person threw himself at one of the officers, and he went down hard. Dumbass. What the hell did he think those were for? They sure weren’t for decoration.
I spotted a bright orange cast in the middle of the mob and felt relief rush through me. In all my twenty-four years of life, I’ve never seen a real fight. I’ve watched some on TV, but nothing could have prepared me for this. There was just a mass of people beating the shit out of whoever got close. They weren’t even fighting on the same team anymore. It was a freaking mess.
I spotted my brother’s jersey at the opposite side of the field from the mob and went cold. My brother was on the ground fighting like crazy while five boys in the opposing team’s uniform surrounded him, taking turns throwing punches and kicks at him. The only good thing I could see out of that was he was still in his uniform, helmet and all.
Not taking the last bit of time to think, I ran down the bleachers two at a time. I didn’t explain to my mom where I was going, and didn’t really want to tell her when I knew she’d just follow into the fray with me if she did. Using the rungs on the chain link fence, I climbed it and threw my leg over the side of the fence before hopping over as best as I could. I more fell to the ground on the other side than landed, and took off running in the direction of my brother.
My feet tripped over the yard marker, and I picked it up so I could use it as a weapon. Looking down I noticed the pointed edge of the yard marker that held it firmly in the ground while in use. It the ref using this wasn’t careful, he could impale himself unintentionally.
When I got close enough to hear them, nothing could have stopped me from what I did next.
“Did you like fucking the girl that everyone else has had? I bet you thought she was a nice girl, didn’t you?” Number 33 taunted.
My brother went for his knees, but 33 just stepped to the side and laughed as his teammate grabbed hold of his legs. Knowing surprise was on my side, I lifted the yard marker and shoved it as hard as I could through the meat of his butt. While pulling the marker out, I took the sole of my foot and planted it into the boy’s knee that was standing to my right.
Bellows of pain rose from the two boys, but I didn’t stop to think. I branded the yard marker as a weapon, and held it as one would a spear. “Get away from him.” I screeched.
“Or what? You caught those two by surprise. Your nothing but a little slip of a girl, we’d probably break you if we took turns with you like we did with the others.” Number 66 jeered.
“Oh, my God. You boys wouldn’t know how to satisfy me if I drew you a goddamned map.” I goaded them.
I wanted their attention away from my brother who was trying his damnedest to get up. He had blood running down the right side of his face, but I couldn’t tell if the cut was bad since his helmet only showed so much of his face. The two boy’s I’d taken down earlier were slowly getting back online. The one I’d gotten in the butt was up to his hands and knees, trying to push himself up. Knee boy was sitting on his butt, his knee up to his chest.
“Look who we have here. Who’s the old bitch?” Number 66 asked.
I knew it was my mother before I even turned my head. I should have known better. I got my bravery from my mother. Except it only came out when it wanted to, and usually in the worst situations, kinda like now. Since the attack, my bravery has eluded me, but I felt a kind of elation that I was able to stand up to these boys who were easily twice my size. Bennett was shooting daggers at my mother and me.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Bennett yelled.
“Uh, oh. Someone’s in trouble. Why don’t you two ladies run along. We’re a little busy here.” Number 66 said before turning his back on us to face Bennett.