My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

We all get into position and I give Lillian the lead. She’s in front of them now and can see what they are doing. She holds her hand up to stop us. They are all looking at something, heads close together.

Then all hell breaks loose. The silence was broken by a low, guttural growl that reverberated through the woods. I was thrown forward, but recovered quickly rolling to the side as another swipe of an arm blew past my head. I lost track of the girls, but I’m sure they were keeping just as busy as me.

A second guy joined my fight. Both of these guys were big- ish. I guess when you compare anyone to my guys they are just -ish. But everyone is always bigger than me and the stupid ones think that makes them better than me. These two were no different.

One lunges at me trying to get at my legs, I turn away and use the move I used on one of the guys forever ago and used one of his arms to swing me up and jab my elbow into the soft spot on his lower back making his muscles spasm.

He drops to recover while his buddy comes at me, grabbing one of my arms. I twist under, but he doesn’t let go right away and the skin to skin rubbing burns like a b*tch. I manage to break his grip though as I continue to move behind him and kick his knee in. It was too much to hope I broke something, which would slow him down.

number one comes at me with a couple wild punches.

thigh. I push off of him and move onto his buddy with a side kick to the center of his chest knocking him backwards. I’m not trying to let them get their hands on me. Number one comes at me and I throat punch him as he reaches for me and number two grabs me from behind, lifting me off the ground. Number one smiles his yellow rotted smile and stalks forward, panting hard. Fighting is clearly not their main job. When he gets close enough I kick up hard, catching him in the jaw. This time I heard bones crack as his head whipped back unnaturally and he fell backwards and

douche to his wounds. Number one didn’t get up, I made a quick check for his breathing, nothing. Not sure how that works, but I’m also not

got two more battling for her attention. Lillian’s guy has her pin up to a tree and a knife at

on his throat. “Where’s your boss

much of a chickensh*t to come and find

these guys die, that really should bother me, but I can’t dissect

brought you back…” He swings back and catches me with his elbow. My knife digs in and

seem to almost connect in our anger. This is the type of guy that needs to never walk this earth again. I don’t

and