Fight of the Chosen

Chapter 1

“YIELD! Do you yield?” I yelled at Chase holding him in a vise that he couldn’t break through. He slammed his hand down pissed beyond belief.

“Shit!” He yelled, getting up from the floor. I smiled as my classmates whooped and hollered on my success. This was my Krav Maga class I took on the weekend. I’d progressed so much that the instructor let me teach sometimes.

“Damn it Gen, why do you insist on embarrassing me?” He whispered in my ear, while holding on to my arm.

“Whatever do you mean Chase?” I said, batting my eyelashes at him. He stormed off but I knew I’d get him to come around, or at least cum around. We’d been dating for the last year, but since I started taking my training seriously and slaying everyone in class, he changed. Some hours later as I walked from the gym to my car, I remembered I left my training gloves in my locker. After I cussed out loud, I turned on my heels and went back. As I entered the locker room and reached for my locker, I heard a noise, a faint rhythmic panting and if I didn’t know any better it sounded like people having sex. I giggled to myself and wondered who it could be. Just as I was going to creep out of the room, I heard something familiar, a phone rang; not just any phone, but one with a certain ringtone. It was “Flight of the Bumblebee,” a classic, but also the theme song to the Green Hornet, Chase’s favorite show. Now livid bordering on wrathful, I followed the noise, while biting my jaw, I rounded the corner to see the town slut Cathy Melton straddling Chase, riding him like he was a mechanic bull. She didn’t even stop when she saw me standing there and Chase had his face buried in Cathy’s chest so when he saw me, he stood up, dropping her on the floor and his dick bobbed up at full attention. If looks could kill, he would be ten feet under, sooo much further than six.

“Gen, Gen, wait, let me”.....I was gone. It was best that I left. I refuse to run from them like some broken damsel, but when I got in my car, I forced myself to drive down the street a bit and opened my door and heaved. I threw up everything, it even felt like some organs in there. Fighting the feeling to bawl my eyes out, I take some cleansing breaths, when I heard a noise. What is it with me and hearing shit? I heard something big move in the brush, and it wasn’t a raccoon. I closed my door, shifted in gear and got the hell on, I glanced in my rear-view mirror to see a huge muscular man standing in the road, I just peeled away from. By the time I arrived home, I could hear my dad sparring with my brother, Gensen, and I really didn’t feel like dealing with anyone, so I ran up to my room about to scream my head off, but my phone goes off. That fucker Chase had the nerve to call me, yeah like that’ll happen, DECLINE then DELETE. Then the texts came.

“Babe, let’s talk.”

“I fucked up.”

“I love you.”

“She means nothing to me.”

“Come on, talk to me!”

As I’m deleting every entry, I’m seething, “Mannnn, get the fuck out of my life!” I’m so over him. I’m so mad I want to hit something.

“DAD!” I yelled.

“What!” He answered.

“I need a sesh!”

“Come on!” he yelled.

My dad is a detective for the State police, been doing it for years. He’s also an MMA fighter and has the belts to prove it. I look at myself in the mirror and take my thick long hair and put it in a tight bun, the last time I left my hair down my dad used it against me. My mocha chocolate skin and hazel eyes shone against the bright sky lights of my bathroom. As my dad and I stood facing each other in the game room, he attacked me with a barrage of jabs and kicks. This time not only was I pissed, but I was also good and ready. I blocked and deflected each one and put him on his ass with a roundhouse to his chest. He recovered quickly and grabbed me around the waist trying to throw me to the ground. Yeah, we play no games here. Before he could throw me down, I dropped using my dead weight to bring him down enough to flip him over me, but before I could get my signature move on him, he rounded back up and grabbed my hair and held me down. He had me. I was so frustrated and mad I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. My dad saw my face and let go.

“What’s up here?” he asked with genuine concern.

“I hate when you grab my hair.” I said wiping my tears with the back of my hand.

“No, Gen, I know you. You got me right out the gate, and you put so much force into it. I felt your fury, now spill.”

I love this man. To look at us you would never know we were family. My dad has blonde hair and blue eyes, a white man. He married my mom when I was a year old and together, they had my little brother. He’s all I’ve ever known and all I’ve ever needed.

“Dad,” I said as I took in a breath. “I caught that bastard Chase fucking the neighborhood hoe, I’m pissed, hurt and I just want to destroy things.” I felt the pooling of tears daring to show up again.

“Baby, he’s not the first and probably not the last. I’m sorry he hurt you, but you should always believe what people show you, not what they tell you. You’re a beautiful woman, stupid boys are always going to try to get your attention and get into your pants; a real Man will chase your heart.”

He always has a way of bringing me back. “Thanks dad.” I hugged him.

“Oh, and Gen?”

“Yeah dad?” I sniffled.

“Get over the hair pull, it’s your Achilles heel. Got me?”

Deep breath. “Yes sir, I got it.”