The Luna Fighter

Chapter 26 let's battle

Carla’s P.O.V

  At six in the morning I was already awake, dressed and ready to go, which shocked Brandon when I got down stairs a few minutes after the alarm he set went off. I think he was expecting me to be late or not want to get out of bed as usual or something, but I was determined to train today. Peaches had thoroughly pissed me off yesterday with her over confident attitude, like she expected me to be scared of her or something, but I really wasnt and I was more determined than ever to win this fight. I met Brandon in the dining room and thankfully he had made breakfast and had it ready for when I came down. He set my plate down in front of me as I inhaled the smell of eggs, grits and bacon, making my mouth water. Everything tasted delicious, but I needed to start training as soon as possible, so I hurried to eat and when I was done, I washed my plate and then we left to go through the back door and into the massive backyard. 

  “Alright, how many laps do you want me to run today? Whatever it is, I’ll run it.” I asked, clapping and rubbing my hands together, but then Brandon smirked. Oh Goddess, what is he up to?

  “Alright, Mrs. I want to run a marathon, about eighty laps. Starting…..now.” Brandon replied and I shrugged before setting off. I started off with a light jog and then quickened my pace before slowing back down again. I would jog for a bit, then run a few laps and at the end of the laps I was breathing hard and sweating, but just as I hit the last lap I ran as fast as I could, then collapsed on the grass when I was done.

  “You did that on purpose, didn't you?” I asked and watched as he started smirking and then a huge smile came across his face.

  “Why yes, yes I did. I wanted to see if you could do it and you did. I’m proud of you.” Brandon replied, holding his hand out and pulling me up from the grass. That was the very first time he had said he was proud of me and I had to admit it was a nice feeling.

  “Come on, let's get you to the gym. We have a long day of training before tomorrow.” Brandon said and I nodded as we began to walk to the gym. When we got there I immediately grabbed the boxing gloves and went to put them on, when Brandon cleared his throat, stopping me. I looked up at him and he shook his head, taking the gloves from me and setting them back down.

  “No gloves today.” Brandon said, confusing me. What did he mean by no gloves? We were going to spar like we usually did, so why aren't we wearing gloves? He grabbed the tape and grabbed my hand, taping it up and then doing the same with my other hand. 

  “Okay, today we are going to do hand to hand combat. We are going to fight and I want you to remember everything I have taught you. Are you ready? Let's begin, stand in your fighting stance and let's start.” Brandon said and I nodded. I got into my fighting stance, ready for what he was going to throw at me, but I really didn't think we were actually going to fight. He swung his fist and I quickly blocked it, but with how hard he was hitting, I knew that he meant it when he said we were going to fight. I did my best to block his hits, but he still got in loads, hitting my face, stomach and the back of my head, but I got him back by breaking his nose, busting his lip and making his head bleed. The last move I did was kicking him in the balls, making him groan as he went down, but when he dropped to his knees he grabbed my leg and flipped me over onto my back. I flipped and got up, kicking him in the head and knocking him back. We fought for hours, going back and forth hitting and kicking each other, until we couldn't do anymore. By the end of training we were both a bloody mess as we laid on the gym floor, laughing. We started healing almost immediately and by the time we got up we were completely healed.

   “Come on, we should get going. Are you hungry, if so dinner should be done by now and I have a surprise for you. I know you might not be ready to see her, but your mother is here, as well as your father.” Brandon said and I stopped walking, stunned by what he had just said. My parents? Here? How? Why? What do they want?

  “Why are they here? I’m not going back with them, ever. Hell, I’m not going anywhere, not until I’m done with these fights. This is my decision, not theirs.” I replied, boiling inside. How dare they come here now after what they did. They just threw me away because they couldn't pay the money they owed and now they just show up here. I mean for f***s sake they didn’t even care that I could have been auctioned off to a bloodthirsty vampire and killed like Gabi or I could have been auctioned off as a s*x slave, thankfully I ended up here, even though I wasnt too thrilled about it to begin with.

  “How did they know that I’m here in this pack? No one knew where I would go.” I asked, but Brandon just shrugged as he looked at me. 

  “Do not worry, my love, all will be okay. Let's get going, we need to shower and change before you see them.” Brandon replied, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close. We walked out of the gym and back to the pack house, but all the time my mind was travelling to my parents and why they were suddenly here.