CHAPTER 36
MARCO
THE HORROR THAT IS MY FATHER
For a few seconds when I stood in the ring, I locked eyes with Tyrone. I couldn't really tell what was behind his eyes, but I knew one thing. His eyes were cold and all he could see was blood. His eyes held no mercy.
He was not going to go easy on me.
After a few seconds of show down, I turned to look at my father again just as the bell sounded. He had that smug look on his face and I knew that this man would actually not care if I died.
Tyrone charged like a bull, swinging his fist forward. I dodged left, barely missing his fist but the next punch grazed my jaw. Pain shot through me but it only fueled the fire inside. At least, enough to tell show me this was my reality now.
He swung again, this time I blocked it and slammed my fist in
