Post by Aerynn Donnelly on Jan 24, 2014 19:27:08 GMT -6
>>> The Past Remembers <<<
"Aye. Thank ye, Doctor."
-- She hung up the phone and bent her head forward. Fingers pressed to the bridge of her nose as she released a heavy sigh. Standing up from the foot of the bed, she moved over to the door of her hotel room and opened it. Standing in the doorway, she looked out and memories began to play in her mind.
-- Her first fight. Her first knock out. Her first win. Black eye. Busted lip. Broken ribs.
-- She remembered walking into the kitchen of her parents house for the first time and laying the money down on the table in front of her mother.
"Aerynn, where'd ye get this money?"
-- Her mother looked up at her in bewilderment. And then seen the state of her daughter's face.
"Whot happened to ye?!"
-- She stood up in a hurry and rushed to her daughter. Taking Aerynn's chin between tender, yet firm, fingers and moved Aerynn's head so that she could see the left side of her face. Aerynn reached up to grab her mothers wrist and gently removed it. She looked imploringly at her mother.
"Ma, tis nothin'. Dinna worry 'bout whot happened. Ye can get da's medicine now. An' a few things fer tha house. Food. Pay tha power bill. I'll have more by tha end o' tha week."
"Aerynn. No. Yer nae fightin' to put food on tha table."
"Ma. Stop. Da canna work. An' ye canna keep half killin' yerself an' still no' be able tae pay fer Da's treatments AND bills."
-- Aerynn stepped away from her mother and headed into the kitchen. Over to the fridge, she pulled out a jug of orange juice and then retrieved a glass. As she poured herself a glassful, she glanced over to her mother and sighed softly.
"Ma. Stop. I'm fine."
-- Her mother frowned and went into a frenzy of trying to look closer at Aerynn's face....
>>> A Fighter's Respect <<<
-- Aerynn blinked away the memory and looked over to her cell phone. Picking it up, scrolled down to Samual's number and hit "SEND".
"Aerynn! How are you, my dear?"
-- She smiled at the man's gentle voice and his apparent sense of caring.
"I'm doin' well, Samual. I just wanted tae make sure e'erything was all set fer Monday."
"Yes yes! Everything is good to go. You and Fabian will be the first match of the night. And the two of you seemed to hit a pretty good peak as far as fans go. Seems we have a LOT of underground fighting fans following us now."
-- A small pause on Samual's side.
"Aerynn, darling, is everything ok?"
-- She frowned at the question.
"Aye, Samual. Just.. family concerns."
-- Deep inhale.
"Look, Samual.. Do ye know tha circumstances of Fabian's departure from underground fightin'? Like, do ye know any o' tha details?"
-- Samual frowned and Aerynn could feel it through the phone.
"Yeah, Aerynn. We know."
"Good. So ye know tha' when I say I'm goin' tae give tha man a fight he'll remember. He's nae tha kind tha'll be happy unless he feels he's actually fightin' fer wha' he wants. Well.. I'mma give him tha' fight. I dinna plan on layin' down like a good dog an' lettin' him kick me tae his hearts content. I will fight, Samual. 'Cause tae both o' us.. This is our lives. This is whot we do. We fight. So, if Mr. Korentice feels he up tae it.. I'll give him tha match o' his life."
-- And with that.. the line went dead.
