Chapter 4: A Nightmare Of Fighting
She lived on the edge between the middle class and the poor parts of the city. Her legs normally ached from the walk up the stairs. The elevator had been dead since before she was born, with no hope of ever being fixed, but today she felt fine as she made it to her apartment door.
She expected to see her mother waiting for her, but the apartment was sadly empty. However, that might have been for the best. She shuddered to think about how her mom would react if she saw her injured face.
She only managed to find a note confirming she would have the house to herself for the rest of the night, as her mom needed to work overtime.
With her mother's absence, the apartment somehow felt even more cramped. It hurt like hell, but she did her best to pop her nose back into the spot it should have been in. She didn't think she did it right; the pain nearly caused her to black out, but it wasn't as crooked as it had been.
With that, she pulled her phone out, dialing a number. "Yo!"
"Wassup, sister?" Armin asked, picking up. She could hear heavy background noise and some music over the line, making her wonder what he was doing. "You need something, Hope?"
She walked through her house and entered her room. It was a place she didn't like letting people see. It was sort of embarrassing, with posters of various heroes ranging from the entire Enforcers team to other teams such as the Watch Dogs. She had many shelves filled with action figures and other hero toys.
"I got into a fight."
"Kevin?"
"Some of his goons." She yawned, collapsing onto her bed and wrapping her arms around a Victorian body pillow. "It gave me an insight into what I'm going to have to put up with when he finds me."
"Give the word, and I'll jump him."