"Hospital called, why are you here?" He asks, irritated.

"For support and to keep the likes of you away from her," I say. I look him up and down and I can tell that he has been drinking again, he always does. "What do you want?"

"You know, I've always wondered, why are you always with her?" His words are slurring, he's definitely drunk.

"That is none of your business. Get out of here, and I won't have to hurt you."

"You can't do that," He says, pulling a bottle of whisky out of his coat. "You don't have her with you, and last I knew, you didn't fight anymore," he leans against the wall beside him, and takes a long swig.

"I don't want to hurt you, don't make me. Just leave and never come back here, ever," I really don't want to hurt him. I have had enough trouble with him in the past. I don't want anymore than I need.

I quickly press the red button on the remote that is next to Katie's hand.

"What's up?" The nurse says.

"I would like you to get security up here, there is someone in here that shouldn't be."

"Alright."

He gives me that I'm-gonna-kill-you look, "Do you really think that's going to stop me? I have more muscle than that."

I glance behind him, hoping an officer comes quick.

He laughs at me and wipes the whiskey from his mouth. "I'm going to enjoy this."

I stand my ground, and hold my right back pocket. "Don't do this, I can take care of her, just leave us alone!"

He breaks the whiskey bottle on the door, making his intentions clear. "She is my daughter, and I can do whatever I want with her!" He lunges at me with the broken bottle aimed at my throat.

I easily dodge it, there's no talking anymore. Mom, Dad, please forgive me. My instinct is to go for his stomach, it will immobilize anyone. I swiftly try to land the blow.

He regains his balance and swings the sharp glass at me.

The glass manages to cut me just above the eyebrow. Blood trickles into my eye. I quickly wipe it away so I can see.

He lunges at me again, and I grab his wrist and force my knee into his elbow, breaking his arm.

He cries out from the pain. "You bitch! You'll pay for that!"

I ignore him and use a high kick to kick him in the chin. He should be disoriented from that, then again alcohol makes you resistant for some of that.

He staggered to his feet, and tosses a chair at me.

As I dodge it and push it out of Katie's way, he manages to sneak up on me and grabs me by the throat.

I struggle to breathe, and try to pry his fingers away.

He hits me over and over again.

My head is spinning, wondering where the security officers are.

"I'll teach you the same lesson I taught her." He lifts up my shirt, and runs his finger down my belly.

Suddenly three officers come in. "Let her go, and put your hands in the air!"

It's not long after that, I black out.

"Hey, wake up!" I hear her voice from far away. Did she finally wake up?

I open my eyes, and a nurse standing above me, shining a light into my eyes.

"She's responding. May, can you hear me?"

I try to speak, but no words can come out. I nod. My throat hurts like hell, and I have a killer headache. I look over and Katie is in a wheelchair beside me.

We both tear up at the same time.

"Hey you." She smiles.

The nurses lift me up and place me in the bed they set up. I'm given a full exam, and they have me take some painkillers.

When they leave us alone, I motion for Katie to come closer.

She leans in as close as she can, without hurting herself. "What's up?"

I gently brush a hair out her face, and I kiss her passionately.

She's surprised at first but kisses me back.

We both lean back.

"I never knew you were gay." She says with a smile on her face.

"Tch. You...never...asked." I speak slowly, it's still painful, but at least I still have my voice.

She strokes my hair. "You should have confessed to me sooner, then I would've spent more time with you."

"I didn't...want you...to hate..me."

"I would never hate you, besides, I've wanted to tell you something for a long time too."

She tells me that she has liked me for a while too, she just didn't know how to go about it.

We stay together in the hospital for the next few weeks, waiting for each other to heal.

On the last night before we get discharged we lay together in the same bed.

"Who hurt you?" I ask her, while stroking her hair.

"The same girl as before, but she brought a few friends."

I don't say anything, but I know what I have to do. It's time I go back into the fighting rings. Her love is worth fighting for.