Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (best feel good books txt) 📖

My sister jumps up abruptly, knocking over a chair, and literally creaming me with red eyes.

"Why do you hate me so much? What have I done to you?"

"Nothing," I say, not giving in to her stare.

"Then why do you do that?"

"No reason" I shrug.

The girl clenches her fists. Her chin trembles and tears flow down her cheeks, letting me feel the full force of her sisterly hatred.

"I wish you didn't exist at all! I hate you!" She shouts and, sobbing, jumps up and runs away. From the sound of the front door slamming, I could tell she'd run out of the house.

I clench my teeth and toss the fork. It clatters on the plate and falls to the floor. 

Stupid kid.

The mood for breakfast is gone.

"Who's Mark?" I turn my gaze to my brother, who, despite trying to defend sister, always ends up taking my side.

"I don't know, this is the first I've heard of him."

I hover on his face for a few seconds, trying to figure out if he is lying, but Lucas was never a good liar. Not to me, anyway. Even when he ratted me out to Ledger, he admitted it was him. But I don't blame him. The guy has to learn how to stand up to others; right now he is still weak, though he tries to seem independent.

"All right, I'll find out. Let's go to the gym and train for some time."

I get up, drink my juice in a gulp, and go to my room to change. My brother follows, and in half an hour we enter the gym. I don't need these machines, so I leave him here with the trainer I know, and head to the back room, where I practice my kicks before the fight. I hit the punching bag for a while, then climb in the ring to spar with a fighter I know. He trains here, too. Only unlike me he’s got a trainer.

I can't wait for the real fight. The anticipation burns in my body as I imagine the audience screaming and chanting, demanding blood and spectacle. And I give them that spectacle. I'm all about the real fight, always coming out the winner. Well... almost always. If it hadn't been for the drugs that made me lose my knack for a while and stop reacting quickly to my opponent, planning my punches and navigating the ring, I would still be the number one fighter, but others have moved me on.

But it's temporary. It's good that the Backes picked a spot for me and didn't let them completely disqualify me. Now I'm back in shape and ready to tear up everyone!