Chapter 141
I didn't wait until Levy turned around and noticed me. My feet started carrying me towards her at a speed that would break the world record. I admit that it was pretty impulsive of me to rush into the situation without a plan. We were in public; the woman could easily scream rape and people would start staring at us. Levy knew all of my moves. He basically trained with me since I started fighting.
It was a tough fight to win but just one punch would be enough for me to feel satisfied.
"Tamara, run!" Levy yelled at her as he got up to stop me but I was having none of his shit. Her name wasn't even real. This fake ass bitch.
"Oh not today, you fat ass baboon!" I screamed at him, kicking him straight in the balls before he could do anything. I moved around Levy and went straight for the fake bitch.
"You bloody bitch!" I yelled at her. Pulling my arm back and swinging it as hard as I could, making sure that I punched her with all I've got. She dropped to the ground and I straddled her, locking her in place as I got ready to unleash all my pent up fury on her.
"You fucking fake ass bitch! Even your name is fake! Is anything about you real?" I screamed, punching her relentlessly until I was hit on the side of the head and toppled off ‘Kiara'.
I was so busy beating the crap out of ‘Kiara' I completely forgot about the one rule Bryant made me memorize as if it was the ten commandments. Something I've never done during any fight before. Never turn your back on your opponent.
Levy stood over me. Through the pain of my throbbing head, I didn't think twice before sweeping his feet from under him and rolling out of the way. I didn't check if he fell or not.
I looked at Kiara and narrowed my eyes at her, "I'm not done with you," I snarled at her. To my surprise, she smirked at me.
"Your dumb ass can't do shit, sweetie." I almost lunged at her again when Levy stopped me by stepped in between us and reminded me that I was outnumbered. My gazes flitted between the two of them before bending down to pick up my plastic bag of ice cream. My adrenaline left me, and I was developing a splitting headache from the hit I took. I tried to push it away until I got home.
I walked backwards, not making the same mistake twice by letting either of them out of my sight, until I was a distance away. I kept my ears open in case they ran after me and tried to ambush me during my walk home.
I wasn't worried that they would follow me to where I live. They probably already knew where I live since Dom's their boss and all. At least my ice cream babies left that scene unscathed. I looked down at my clothes, well that was certainly messy. I took note of the dirt and grass that still stuck to my shirt as I tried to brush off what would come off. When I finally got home, I changed into clean pajamas and opened one of the tubs of ice cream.
I was trying to look at the brighter side of things. I alternated between eating a spoonful and using the tub to nurse the bump that was forming on the side of my head.
Well at least I do get a chance to be with Adam now. There's no way in hell that I was going to back down after finding out that Kiara's true identity.
I should try being artsy and start painting the faces of the people I hate onto all of my punching bags. That would certainly help get the anger out of my system the next time I resort to violence to calm down.
On another note, I think that earlier encounter replaced my warm up for training tonight. The semi-finals were happening in three days and I wanted to be ready for it. There was no way I was letting myself lose now. I was already so close to my exit from this life. I won't mess this one up.
