Tori Satten's life was never easy. She'd never wish it upon her worst enemy. All her life was ever revolved around was pain, death and betrayal. 

Until 'The Sexy Three' return. 

She somehow makes an impression on the three. Though she can't seem to understand why? She wasn't extraordinary. She wasn't beautiful. She was just her. 

She was just a Fighter.

Fighter 

/"I'm coming!/" Yelled my mom from downstairs when the doorbell rang. I had gotten ready about 10 minutes ago so now I’m giving myself a pep talk about the guys coming over.

Why am I so nervous about them coming over? Fuck I shouldn't be nervous! Why was I scared to let them know it was me that night? Maybe I was just in the moment.

That's it I don’t care if they know it’s me living in this house. They know what I'll do if they try any shit with me. Today was a perfect example.

I was dressed in a black dress that reached my knees and flowed out at the bottom. I paired it with my sneaker, I’m already 'dolled up' enough. My hair was let loose going down to my waist and was straightened but curled slightly towards the end.

I gave myself a look over and was satisfied that I didn't look like a hobo though I was pretty close. None of my clothes ever suited me, nothing did but I had no choice on wearing them.

Chapter6