Katherine's POV

I was sitting on a bench in the back room of the fight club wrapping my hands and getting ready for the fight that was about to start. Oh... let me tell you a bit about myself to start.

My name is Katherine Forsythe, 16 years old with plain old brown eyes and medium length brown hair that reaches the middle of my back. I live in a crappy old apartment with my mother and her boyfriend who is known as my stepfather to the rest of the world but honestly I wouldn't even give him the title of being called a human. Those two are in a jist bad people who have made my life hell for as long as I can remember. Those two people hurt me in any way imaginable which also includes starving me and refusing to buy me anything (including proper clothes). That is one of the reasons why I take part in these illegal fights and why I have a job at the local night club. Now I know normal teenagers get jobs in cafes but with the money you get from that is to help buy some extra stuff you might want like a phone or a new pair of shoes. But you see that is not the same in my case, I need the money for my god damned survival so of course the amount they pay would not be sufficient.

I have been doing these fights since I was 14 (training for them since I was 12), I am one of the best and usually my opponent barely gets a chance to even take a hit at me. People bet a lot of money to see a teenage girl who is basically all skin bones to beat a huge guy twice her size. This job gets my good money, enough to buy me proper clothes and school books even though they are second hand. Besides this I work at the local nightclub in our town The Young and Restless, which gives me enough money to buy me food for the night.

I am brought back to reality by a knock on the door of the back room. "What?" I asked in a low tone.

"You're up in 5 Night Ryder." The guy said I could just hear the fear in his voice even through the door. Oh and also I go by the alias of Night Ryder here and may or may not have taken some inspiration from Flynn Ryder (tangled) but I mean come on that name was really cool.

I skip on taking the knife with me. Usually I only have it on for extreme cases which are when the other has one too, but tonight I'm fighting a relatively new guy so chances are less. As I go around the corner I can see the guy is already in the ring. He looks to be about 6 feet, maybe an inch or two more, he has a good posture and is alert even before the fight. This one might be a tough one.

I get in the ring, shake my hands with him and take my position. As I analyse him trying to find the weak point that will get me the win. Feet planted at a good distance, back in a posture, hands blocking the face properly but.... Aha the face. I can see how eager he is. Big mistake. He probably wanted to show the others that he can beat me the fastest, proving him better than the rest. That is perfect, knowing people like that, he will definitely make the first move and let his guard down in the fight, probably to taunt me. Just then the bell rings and we start circling each other.

Let the fight begin! (The song in the second slide is perfect for this scene!!)

Just like I suspected he takes the first shot and lunges towards me I easily duck and turn around punching in the side as he stumbles back, then I roundhouse kick him which sends him straight to the ground as blood drips from his mouth. I like to see them bleed out like that. I stand back while he tries to stand up again. And then we start again with him trying to punch and me getting away, while I punch and get him perfectly. By now he is a little out of breath and getting very agitated, I expect him to try and punch me but he takes me by surprise as he roundhouse kicks me in the face and sends me stumbling back. Fuck!! That is definitely going to bruise. That's it. I am done playing nice.

The only reason the match stretched out till this long was because the owner asked me to stall. People get bored if I win in literally two moves but this guy got me in the face. I have a job after this and people might see it. I waste no time in lunging at him and punching him in the gut, as he doubles over in pain I knee him in the face and hear the satisfying crack. Lastly I punch him again in the face with so much force that he is out cold. And I leave the ring with a psychotic smirk on my face.

After getting my stuff packed up I go towards the owner, Grayson Mendoza. "Here is your payment Ryder." He says handing me the wad of cash. "Great work today! Also I saw he got a hit on you so thank you for not killing him." You might think he's joking but trust me he is not, one time a bulky guy gave me a broken nose and I was so mad. The night ended with me getting an ice pack and him in the ER.I just gave Gray an appreciative nod, putting the money in my bag and leaving the warehouse starting my journey towards the night club.

As I reach the night club, I go around towards the back door for employees. I through the door and go towards the employee washroom. Once I am alone I change into my dress for work.

I put on the concealer I stole from my mother to hide a bruise on my cheek and the one around my neck (courtesy of my stepfather) put on the pair of heels my boss gave me and headed out towards the bar. Plopping down one stool and putting my bag on the other, I lean back trying to relax myself before I am called upon.

"Hey girl!" comes a cheery voice, I look down to see Maya. Maya works as a bartender here at The Young and Restless. She is around 21-22 and is a good....acquaintance. I don't do friends. "Hey." I say in my usual bored tone. She is literally the only person I can tolerate other than her. I hate everyone. And I mean everyone, sometimes I wish I wasn't even part of the human race, maybe I could be a cat, or a seahorse. Alas, I can only dream.

"So, the burger is on the grill and I'm in a good mood so this one's on the house." She said smiling. A normal person would try to pay for their food but honestly I have tried and she is one adamant person so by now I just stopped arguing. Mumbling a small thanks I sit back and look around the club waiting for the food to arrive. The guy sitting by the piano playing a low tune while the posh crowd talks. Rich businessmen talking amongst themselves about some or the other business deal a glass of scotch in each of their hands, rich women giggling and gossiping while drinking wine or champagne.

I know this isn't what usually happens at a nightclub, especially one named The Young and Restless. But what can you do, this is the only club secluded enough from the main city that it is easy enough for people to even make illegal deals, instead of sweaty people dancing around to loud music we have fancy rich snobs having elegant conversations with classy music in the background.

"Here you go." A waiter brings me my plate of burger and fries, and I eat it up quickly. If you are thinking why am I skinny if I can eat like this, well that is because this is the only time I eat proper food plus the amount of excessive I get from the fights and walking to the two places, I burn even the bit of fat I might have retained. I don't know how I can still fight so well, probably because I have a tiny bit of muscle and a long time of practice.

A few minutes later the manager signals me to come up, I eat to get to work. "Ladies and gentlemen. May I present to you our event of the night Alisha Ryder. Please sit down and enjoy!" After his announcement I took a seat at the piano. Taking a deep breath I close my eyes and start playing the song I had planned for tonight. Lonely by Noah Cyrus

https://youtu.be/JhvyWCyXuqg

I have always loved singing and playing the piano. For the longest time it has been my outlet, a source for me to let out all of my feelings I can't say out loud. Tonight's song was also kind of special to me. It's almost as if the song was written about me. Because that is exactly how I have been my entire life. Lonely. As I finish the song and come back to reality I can hear a loud roar of applause, quickly blinking away the tears that pricked my eyes. I keep my head low, walking away from the piano and going towards the manager.

"Great job today! Here it is. See you tomorrow." The manager handed me the payment. I simply nod my head in agreement. Run towards the bar to grab my bag. I mumble a small goodbye to Maya and walk out making my way towards hell. Sorry, I mean home.

As I reach my house, I let out a sad sigh looking at its condition. It was not good. I see that their car is parked in the yard, almost in the neighbours front yard. Great they are home, but the lights are out so hopefully they are asleep. I round around back, stopping in front of the window of my room which is literally the attic. Climbing up the pipe, I climb up the window.

After changing into old sweatpants and a worn out AC/DC shirt, which is two sizes too big. I put my hair up in a low ponytail. I finished my homework in school so I don't really have to worry about school tomorrow except for aspects other than the studies. I lay down on the old mattress and put an alarm on my phone. It is old and the screen is cracked but I still cherish it. It is the cheapest one I could buy which had necessary features. And I brought it with my own money which kind of makes me a little proud. Putting the phone down I cuddle up in my sheet and drift off to a dreamless sleep.

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The first chapter is up!!!! I really hope everyone likes the story. I will try to update as much as I can and be as regular as possible.

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