The Lone wolf

For years I've been moved from foster home , to foster home. The most recent being Grandville foster care in Wolf Creek, Pennsylvania. I know sounds totally weird. Im currently seventeen years old, oh and my name is Chevel Raye-lynn. I've been in foster care since I was 3 years old. they've told me my mom and I were in a car accident. I survived, but my mom didn't, the only thing I have left of her is her necklace, and an old picture of my mom holding me when I was a baby, with a man hugging her to his side and glancing down at me. I figure hes probably my dad. But I what I don't understand is that if he is my dad, why didn't he come for me when my mom passed away. I've never felt like I belong, but something about Wolf Creek feels different. It's like I can feel something is gonna happen. But I can't tell if it's good or bad yet. **Chevel's POV** Today is the day I am being transfered to a foster home in Wolf Creek. I have once again been told to pack up my things, as I am being moved to another foster home. I sigh as I remember one night I was in my room at my current foster home with the Walters, doing my nightly workout. I was in the middle of doing my pushups when their son Warren barged into my my room all pissy. He always does this, the spoiled brat always misplaces his stuff, and then tries to tell his parents that I was stealing his stuff and they should sent me back to where I came from. I stop doing my push ups and sit on my knees and he begins yelling at me for the third time today. "Where is it you little B***h" he yells with spit flying out of his mouth. I scowl in discust as I answer him. "What are you trying to accuse me of stealing this time Warren" "Don't talk to me like that Little girl, what the hell did you do with my phone" he's still yelling and spitting as he does scowling and growling at me. "Why the heck would I take your phone? I have my own phone, I don't need yours" I say as I calmly stand to my feet as he continues to state down at me. He's only a few inches taller then me standing at 6ft to my 5'9 and four years older then me. he acts like those three inches and four years make him better and stronger then me. When in reality I could probably kick his ass like it's noting. He's a nineteen year old slacker who has no job, no skills and no money. All he does is sleep, play video games, and spend the money the state gives his parents to take care of me. His s*** brown eyes stare into my bright blue eyes and he Huff's in anger. I roll my eyes at him and mutter that he should quit being a dumbass** and learn to put his stuff away so he doesn't lose it. " What did you just say" he screams, face getting red. Oops, must have that way to loud. at this he charges towards me and punches me In the face. I stumble back in surprise. This pansy really just punched me? He goes to punch me again, but I catch my bearing and grab his fist before it hits my face again. His eyes open wide in surprise, as he didn't expect me to have any fighting experience. Guess again dude. I continue to hold his fist as he tried to over power me. I finally get annoyed at the struggle for power, so I twist his arm and hold it behind my back making him help In pain. I smile as he continues to yell for me to let him go. I smile and decide to hold it for a few more seconds, untill his parents Kathy and Arnold walked in with surprise and anger in their eyes as they scream at me to let him go. I oblige. after I released him he grabbed his arm in pain. "What is going on here" yells his mom as she grabs Warren's arm and start to examine it for wounds. I roll me eyes and stay silent, knowing nothing I say will keep them from sending me away. so instead I stand there and listen to the story Warren feeds to his parents " I just came in to see if she needed anything from town, before I go to the store and she attacked me. I tried to defend myself but she's crazy." he yells out to his parents as he makes himself seem like the victim. His parents look up at me scowling. "Why would you attack my son" his dad asked as he began walking closer to me. I just shrug as he continues to walk to me glaring. "See she can't even defend herself, because she knows shes a monster. we need to get rid of her before she attacks you to" Warren was now giving me an evil smile, knowing his parents believed his every word. I'm preparing to look away from them when I feel a punch across the same cheek Warren just punched. I once again stumble back, holding my now throbbing cheek when I feel another hit to my ribs. I hiss as I bend slightly to see he had kicked my ribs. He goes to punch me again but i catch his fist and throw it down to his side, and he yells at me. " Pack your bags, I'm calling Miss Henderson . I want you out tonight" he yells before turning around and pushing Warren and Kathy out of my room to go call my social worker. I sighed as I pulled my suitcase and back pack out from underneath my bed and start to throw my clothes into them. Once my bags are packed i grab a pair of ripped light blue jeans and a plain short sleeved black shirt and quickly change out of my work out gear and put my dark curly chocolate brown hair into a ponytail that flows down to the bottom of my shoulder blades. Once I'm changed I put my gear in my bags and zip them closed. I then lift up the loose floorboard under my bed and grab all of my cash, the picture of my parents and I, and my necklace then put the floorboard back. iclip the necklace on behind my neck and hide it under my shirt then hide some of my money in my bra, before shoving the rest into a teddy bear that I've had since I entered foster care, and shove it in my bag along with my picture. I hid my money because I didn't want them to know that I had it. you see I've been taking self defence since I was four. I had alot of energy and the foster family I was with at the time thought self defence would be a good skill to have. Turns out I was a natural and became really good at sparring. When I was thirteen I was back at the group home for girls, which was nice because no one really cares where you are or what your doing. I had met a man at one of the sparring classes that I had started teaching and he asked if I would want to make money by fighting. I said heck yea. teaching self defence wad not making me much, and I really wanted to save up in case any of the foster homes refused to feed me. Plus the way our system works once I turn eight-teen, I'm on my own. so I needed to be able to support myself. Turns out he was talking about a fight club. It's not illegal here we weren't breaking any laws. The first time I walked into the gym where the fight we're being held people laughed and told the man that brought me to take me back before I got myself killed. That night I won all three fight I was in plus sent one if my opponents out in a stretcher with a broken arm. I won $10, 000 dollars that night and have been fighting in fight clubs ever since. I hide all my winnings because I know they would take it all from me. I had just put my hoodie on when Arnold barged into my room and told me Miss Henderson couldn't get here till morning but he doesn't want me here and longer and I am told to leave and never come back. I lift my book bag up as slide the straps up onto my shoulders and lift the handle on my suitcase and start rolling it behind me as I make my way down the hallway into the living room and then out the front door. I look around for a moment and then start walking to the gym.