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15
Kit
Stupid Idea. Stupid!
This week flew by so much faster than I’d hoped. Like I’m going pro and getting ready to kick a Kincaid ass, I’ve trained every day this week except yesterday – ‘rest day’ – and here we are. Saturday.
The day I might die.
The day I definitely die of nerves and a possible side dish of humiliation.
Today’s the day I debut in the boxing ring. In public. Against some other chick that possibly spent all night chewing nails and replacing her knuckles with hunks of steel.
I might be feeling a little melodramatic, but dammit, I can’t stop.
Bobby promises I won’t die. He says I’ve got it under control. He even told me to stop being dramatic at the end of three consecutive days of whining. Even Izzy is on the bandwagon of ‘Kit needs to shut the hell up and take care of business.’
So here I am, taking care of stupid business.
Our house has been up and down all week. Jack won his fight.Up.Timms.Down.Bobby moved in.Up.My upcoming fight, or more accurately, my whining about my upcoming fight.Down.
But beneath it all, our house is happy.
I’m so stupidly happy that Bobby moved in that I find myself singing like a Disney girl while imagining forest animals cleaning my house.
They didn’t.Down.
Stepping outside into the fresh air before I hurl my breakfast, I take large breaths of air and pray I don’t spew on my steel knuckled, nail chewing, probably going to kill me, opponent.
What’s worse than losing and dying of humiliation?
Losing and dying while covered in your own vomit.
Nerves kept me awake most of last night despite Bobby’s best efforts to tire me out. According to the draw, I have thirty minutes until I’m due in the ring; watching the fights is only exhausting me more. I thought watching would be good. I thought it’d pump me up the way Rocky does in his movie, but I was dead wrong. Every second I spend inside sends my stomach twisting and my nerves fraying.
My heart thumps against my chest as I take out my cellphone. Bobby’s inside, no more than fifty feet from where I stand in my shorts and sports bra. I insisted he stay inside, I insisted I wanted a minute alone, but it takes less than half that to realize how lonely I am.
I want a hug from my teddy bear.
I open the text app and find his name at the top of the list. He and Tink are always fighting it out to be at the top of that list. When I’m with him, she’s at the top. When I’m with her, he is. I have two amazing best friends, and neither of them leave me alone for all that long.
Me:Babe? I need a hug.
It takes less than thirty seconds for his reply to beep through:Want me to come outside?
Me:Yes please. I’m out by the car.
Bobby:On my way.
“Kit.”
I was smiling at my phone as his texts alone helped soothe my frayed nerves, but the sound of my name has me spinning and my pulse spiking.
“Chris?” My cousin’s boyfriend looks me up and down with an ugly scowl. He leans against a crappy old dirt bike, with his muscly arms folded and his ankles crossed over scarred work boots. “What are you doing here?”
His eyes are drawn over my shoulder as though he knows Bobby’s on his way. I hope he hurries. I hope he doesn’t. I know whatever this is, whatever Chris wants, I don’t want Bobby involved. These people are poison.
He stands tall as though he feels the need to stand over a woman to feel tough. I’m not scared of this asshole, but his mean eyes have me doubting my bravery. “I just came to tell you to stop your lawyers. Now. Dump them, back off the estate.”
