Lyric’s P.O.V:

“Damnit!” I gritted out as my legs gave out from under me.

Tonight’s match hadn’t gone well at all. Some 300 pound freak had the opportunity to beat the shit out of me while Derek just sat there and watched. And after I was beaten to a bloody pulp, the only comment he had for me was, ‘go home and patch up, you’re on again tomorrow’. Just fucking perfect! What a great brother I had.               

I hissed out a painful breath. I ...