Ryan
I’m up as early as possible. I have a black bag in my hand putting a lot of money into it as I prepare for my brother today. Today, we both don’t see ourselves as brothers but as opponents.
“I don’t believe you, bro. You are going to fight Daniel? Fuck, you two have gone insane!” Tyson stands at my door, pacing around with his hands folded across his chest. He’s been doing all kinds of things to stop me but that will not happen. The point is whose senses get corrected.
“Get out of my way, bro.” I’m done packing the money into the bag. I put it on the ground as I amble to my closet to get some shirts I would use. When I get there, I would change. I can’t wear the clothes from home, people might find out I’m going to fight, or even mom might suspect. She wouldn’t tolerate when she finds out I’m going to fight my brother.
“Ryan you can’t do this, he is our brother.” Tyson still argues, but I give him a deaf ear as I rush into the bathroom to freshen up.
“Hey, has he listened to you?” Darius shows up from outside, he stops behind me.
“He doesn’t listen. Oh shit, well Daniel is the same as well. I’ve been trying to convince him to end this but he is so adamant.” I hear Darius sighing.
” They are both adamant, I guess we will just leave them to what they wanna do bro.” Tyson says in surrender.
“Yeah, but we can’t let them go alone. We have to be there with them, what if they kill each other?” Darius says to Tyson. We are werewolves and we don’t die easily but we can get wounded. Maybe this is what all this could lead to.
“I’m having a bad feeling about this, Darius.” Tyson tells him, I’m done with my quick bath as I come out with the white towel around my neck.
“Bad feeling about what? Bro don’t be pessimistic, they are brothers. No one’s gonna die.” Darius rubs his neck as though Tyson’s words made him a little uneasy.
I don’t say a word as I dress up, when I’m done, I grab the bag but Tyson comes running to take it from me. “Hey, I will go with you, let me have the bag.” I look him in the face and let go of the bag.
“I have to go stay with Daniel too. You two drive safely. We will be at the sports complex soon.” Darius waves as he runs back to Daniel’s room. As we walk through the hallway, I see him already dressed up because he left his door open.
He sees me and smirks, as though he is not afraid to fight with his brother. I walk past when Darius, comes knocking on his. “Daniel, I’m going with you bro. Let’s go in my car. After the fight, you might not be able to drive back on your own.” Darius indirectly explains how severely beaten he can get.
“Thanks, bro.” He taps a hand on his shoulder as he let Darius grab the bag from him.
We’ve forgotten mom is back, and find her in the sitting room when she sees the four of us walking in line from the staircase and then the bags.
“You all are not going on a trip, are you?” She questions as she stands to her feet to meet us.
“Uhm, mom, we have matches to play. We will be back soon, okay?” I tell her a straight lie as I kiss her on her cheek.
” Oh, be careful my boys.” She kisses me back, as she moves to plant kisses on the rest of my brothers.
” Mom we would be back.” Daniel tells her, he rubs the back of her palm softly and kisses her.
” Have you been eating lately son? You look so stressed.” she asks Daniel, and I turn to look at him if the stress is written all over his face. Maybe he is beginning to get nervous about the fight and I doubt I would pity him. I’m going to give it to him hard.
“Yes mom, I’m fine. We will see you, later.” He let go of her hands, and we find ourselves outside the house, going to our cars.
“Hey I will drive, just sit calmly.” Darius tells him, and Tyson does the same to me. They are so perfect. I’m grateful we are rounded figures and none of us gets left out because we have each other’s support. Except for tonight, I have to beat the hell out of my brother. Siblings always fight anyway, and this method of ours is unique.
Daniel and I didn’t protest about who should drive. We both enter the passenger’s seats of the two cars. I’m leaving my car behind, Tyson is driving his car. Daniel’s car is left behind as well, they are using Darius’ car.
It is 5:30 pm and in about thirty minutes, we reach our destination. Fghting in the evening is so good, especially when the hall is a little dark, only have a little source of light. I want it that way, but not as dark as you wouldn’t be able to see your opponent.
I get out of the car immediately. I take my clothes from the backpack and throw the bag back to Tyson. I don’t know about Daniel, I don’t need to watch him every time. I have the clothes in my hands as I search for a place to change my clothes. I have just ten minutes to get changed before the fight.
We are in a sports complex, the abandoned building my dad has. I walk straight down a hallway to find a suitable place to stay but I don’t find any. I continue to walk down when I remember there’s a room we had Elena go into the other time. When we planned to scare the hell out of her.
I speed-walk toward the room. I don’t have much time to waste. I have ten minutes but the time is already ticking. I see a lighted room while the others are dark as though darkness has colonized them. I look closely and it is the room I’m looking for. The last time I checked, I saw a bed and other stuff you can find in a room as though someone was staying there. I’m confused though, who would be staying at a place like this?
I don’t have time to think of that. I walk closer to the room and then, I hear something. No, some sounds, a sound of a female as though she is moaning but trying to suppress it.
Shit, who the fuck would be making out there at this time? I have no intention to disturb the lovers that are making out. I have no time and I need to find another place to get changed. I spin around when I hear a familiar voice, that made me stiffen. I begin to sweat as though I’m losing my mind. Perhaps I didn’t hear it properly.
“I want to fuck you like always, Ferry. Open those sexy legs for me.” It’s my dad’s damn voice. What?
I feel my chest tightening as though I’m suffering from a heart attack.
“Hey, your wife is back in town. Do you think my legs are still sexy when you have her to bang every time?” Her voice is flirty. I hear it and I dig my hands into my hair. I’m going mad. Fuck. Shit.
“No one has better legs than you. I give you a better fuck than I ever give to anyone.” I hear him, and he kisses her.
Anyone? Damn, Dad is cheating on mom and making a mockery of her?
Fuck. Shit. Fuck this motherfucker!
Jesus, my eyes are red and teary. I’m choking from the tightness of my chest. I can’t move my feet out of here, but I have no choice… no time. I slowly drag myself into one of the dark rooms and change.
I feel drained after what I just found out. My brain is muddled, and I can’t think straight.
“Ryan, get out fast. It’s time for the fight.” Tyson screams my name. I’m walking out, but I don’t feel any bone in my body anymore and no fight in me. Jesus.
The ring mediator has the bag of money we brought. We gave him a small payment from it and whoever wins the fight gets the remaining money. Daniel is already in the ring bouncing as he waits for my arrival. I feel like a chicken who got his body soaked in water. I’m unsettled and my brain is a slum.
“Hey man, do not stop this fight. Whatever happens do not fucking stop it.” I warn my brothers. I know I’m nuts right now. I can’t think straight as I picture everything in my head.
If he could cheat on my mom, then it is possible that he fucking raped Diana and Elena has been right all this time. Shit, what have I done?
A terrible mistake. The walls of my inside are collapsing as I think about everything that has happened. I take a deep breath when I hear the fight is about to start. The referee raises his finger to let the fight begin.
“You sure about this?” Tyson comes to ask again.
“Shut the fuck up, Tyson!” I growl, handing him my cell phone. He nods taking it from me as he steps back.
There is the audience in the ring, people here to watch the fight here. “The Quads are here to fight! Each other!” he announces and the place goes quiet.
I turn around and spot Daniel in the middle of the ring. He wears nothing but a short and a combat boot. I meet his eyes. His gaze is fierce and damn it, I deserve it. I deserve every fucking thing that he is going to do to me tonight.
I fist my hands as the scene back there in the room and the voices of my father and the bitch! Gosh, they are both marked by their mates and cheating? Everything plays in my head, including Elena’s pitiful face and voice. Jesus, I feel sick. Could it be I never trusted her? Darn, I never did!
I stare at Daniel, knowing I can’t lay my hands on him. Jeez, he has been right about my father! And I’ve been the blind and foolish one!
I can’t fucking touch him. This is my punishment. Jesus, I’m fucked up! Is this how Elena felt? When her hands tied and couldn’t defend herself? It gives me a knot in my stomach as I think I did this to her. I fucking took her options away and tortured her for nothing.
I give Tyson and Darius a last glance and they blink back at me. I get into the ring and stop in front of Daniel. My eyes are full of guilt but he can’t see it because it is too dark to see the tears pouring from my eyes.
He takes a step forward, laughing, “It’s pathetic how you couldn’t see how much we’ve hurt her.”
My chest squeezed. “It’s pathetic how you are going to beat your brother up today.” His face hardens, and I don’t frown when his fist hits my jaw.
My vision goes blurry as I kneel on the concrete floor. I can’t see much, if my nose ain’t bleeding then my eyes should. I’m sure I’m gonna vomit blood all through this month.. He has punched my stomach a countless time.
I can’t touch him. I deserve this. Knowing I have hurt her. I have fucking let her down from the beginning. I have been blinded from the truth. Damn, I refused to see the truth while it was right in front of me!
I let him beat the hell out of me. I’m covered in blood. My lips spit as he gives another punch to my right jaw, and I spit out a pool of blood from my mouth.
I hear my brother shouting my name and murmuring, ” What the fuck is wrong with Ryan? He hasn’t lifted a finger at him. Why is he letting him beat him?” They panic, I hear them and begin to laugh. I’m going crazy. I laugh because I deserve more than this. They have no fucking clue what I just saw and heard. And it can’t leave my head. My lovely mother is being cheated on by my fucking father!
“You fucking coward. Fight me, Ryan!” Daniel hits me again. He is so furious. Now I understand why he would agree to fight his brother because of her. She’s been right, we’ve failed her.
“What the fuck is wrong with you bro? ” He kicks me to lift a finger to fight, but I’m so ashamed of myself. I’m fucked.