CRACK.

I winced at the pain in my jaw as my opponent took another swing at me. I ducked. And threw a quick jab into his sternum. He grunted and stumbled back, now was my chance. I lept and kicked him in the chest knocking him backwards. He fell on his back with a sickening thud he passed out. I spit on his limp body and gave a small smile to my oh so adoring audience who were throwing things and 'booing' me. I smirked and got off of the makeshift arena. As I jumped on the concrete floor and adjusted my sports bra and then proceeded to collect my winnings.

As I exited the small building I heard police sirens ringing in the distance. My instincts kicked, suddenly moving my legs. I ran until I reached my run down apartment. I cracked the door open gently. "Lilah?" I called out.

No response came.

I rushed into the house with a hard glare on my face. I called her name out again hoping for an answer. I stopped moving listening to every sound. That's when I heard it. Stifled sobbing. I knew exactly where she was. I ran upstairs, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Tears were forming in my eyes. I ran to the bathroom and began shaking the door knob.

"LILAH LET ME IN!"

I only got sobs in return.

"Lilah please..." I put my head on the door.

I heard something clatter on the cheap tile floor.

I stepped back and kicked the door in.

My eyes widened, my heart stopped.