I was terrified all the time.

I couldn't go on like this. I was even afraid of my own shadow.

I heard a noise downstairs and I knew Allan was home. He was probably searching the cabinets for his stash of alcohol. He was more violent when he was drunk.

I heard my stomach grumbled again. I was really hungry, but I couldn't go downstairs, because he would see me and find a reason to hit me.

I really don't know why my mother had married him. What had she seen in him? I don't know why I ask that question, because I already knew the answer. He was rich and my mother needed the money.

Dad died when I was ten and we started to have money issues. My mother had to do something in order for us to get by, so a year later she married Allan. She didn't love him and I knew he didn't love her either.

Her Saving Grace

Soon after he said that, I saw Carson climb into the ring. The crowd cheered louder and chanted his name.


"Dark Knight! Dark Knight! Dark Knight..."


He was then followed by his opponent who climbed into the ring and jump up and down, pushing both hands up in the air. He got the attention he needed as the crowd cheered for him. As I looked at Carson's opponent, I couldn't help but get worried for Carson. The guy was much bigger than him and he looked murderous. The expression on his face clearly states that he didn't take any prisoners. I looked to Carson again and saw that he didn't look worried at all. In fact, he looked calm.


I looked to Michael and asked. "Has Carson ever fought this guy before?"


Michael nodded. "Yeah. A few times." He said, then looked at me. He must have seen my worried expression, because he added. "Don't worry, Kayla. Carson always win." His voice was filled with pride.


Chapter 42