hotmtlnovel Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Drive home
Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Drive home
"And We're Almost Here"
The driver's voice woke Damon up from his sleep, amon yawned, stretching his arms over his head, feeling the familiar ache in his muscles.
"Thank you," he said, his voice still husky from sleep.
The driver chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You a fighter?" he asked, his gaze flicking to Damon's face with a hint of amusement.
Damon sat up straight, nodding sheepishly. "Yeah, I fight. It's just amateur... but I'm pretty sure I'm getting paid in bruises."
The driver laughed, a deep rumbling sound. "Well, you're definitely getting paid in bruises! I mean, I've seen some rough faces in my time, but yours takes the cake."
Damon laughed, feeling a sense of familiarity with the driver. "Hey, at least I'm consistent, right?"
The driver grinned. "That you are, kid. That you are. So, how did you get into fighting?"
Damon shrugged. "Just something I've always been interested in, I guess. And I've got a lot of anger to work out." Mixing truths and lies
Damon's curiosity got the better of him. "How did you know I fight? Besides my face, of course," he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The driver's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead. "Well, for starters, I know of the event you fight in," he said, his voice low and smooth.
Damon raised an eyebrow. "You a fan?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
The driver let out a deep laugh. "Was, but no... my kid fights there," he said, his voice filled with pride, but also a tinge of sadness.
The driver's expression turned skeptical. "Kid, I know you're young, but who in their right mind would give such offers for free? I think they're just trying to make young fighters fight harder so they get good shows for their events."
The driver's words hung in the air, a mix of concern and suspicion. Damon's mind was racing, thinking about the offer he had received. Was it too good to be true?
The taxi continued to roll down the streets, the only sound the sound of the engine and the driver's occasional cough. Damon's eyes gazed out the window, lost in thought.
The driver's voice broke the silence. "I just don't want my kid to get hurt, that's all. I know he's passionate about fighting, but I also know he's not thinking clearly."
Damon nodded sympathetically, his mind still racing with thoughts of the offer. Was it a scam, or was it the real deal? He didn't know, and honestly, he didn't care, as long as he fights.
The ride was silent for the rest of the way, the only sound being the sound of the engine and the occasional passing of cars. Finally, the driver spoke up, "We're finally here, kid."
The taxi pulled up to the motel, the neon sign creaking in the gentle breeze. Damon got out, stretching his arms over his head. "Thanks for the ride," he said, his voice sincere.
He took out his wallet and paid the fare, adding a generous tip. "Also, I hope things look up for you," he said, his eyes locking onto the driver's. "Get well soon."
The driver smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks, kid. Take care of yourself."
With that, the driver put the car in gear and drove off, leaving Damon standing alone in front of the motel. Damon stood there for a moment, lost in thought.
He couldn't help but wonder what he would do if his mother had cancer. Would he be like that man's son, fighting to make ends meet and trying to stay positive?
Damon's eyes gazed off into the distance, his mind racing with thoughts of his own family. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.
He took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill his lungs. He looked up at the motel, the neon sign casting a colorful glow over the parking lot.