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When did my life turn into Fight Club · Martin Animations

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  Speaker 1: When did my life turn into Fight Club? I was
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  Speaker 1: seventeen when I woke up in a concrete room with
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  Speaker 1: blood on my knuckles and no memory of how I
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  Speaker 1: got there. My ribs hurt, like someone had used them
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  Speaker 1: as a punching bag, and my left eye was swollen shut.
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  Speaker 1: The room had metal walls and a single lightbulb hanging
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  Speaker 1: from the ceiling that kept flickering on and off. I
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  Speaker 1: tried to stand up, but my legs wouldn't work right,
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  Speaker 1: and I ended up falling back against the cold floor.
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  Speaker 1: That's when I noticed the dried blood under my fingernails
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  Speaker 1: wasn't just mine. It was darker, mixed with dirt, and
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  Speaker 1: something else I didn't want to think about. The door opened,
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  Speaker 1: and this guy walked in wearing an expensive suit that
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  Speaker 1: didn't match the grimy basement we were in. He looked
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  Speaker 1: at me like I was a piece of equipment he
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  Speaker 1: was inspecting, then nodded to himself before leaving without saying
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  Speaker 1: a word. A woman came in next with a first
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  Speaker 1: aid kit and started cleaning my wounds without making eye
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  Speaker 1: contact or explaining anything. She worked fast and efficient, like
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  Speaker 1: she'd done this a thousand times before, wrapping my ribs
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  Speaker 1: and putting ice on my eye while I sat there
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  Speaker 1: trying to remember anything about the past twelve hours. When
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  Speaker 1: I finally made it home three hours later, My parents
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  Speaker 1: were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee like it
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  Speaker 1: was a normal Saturday morning. My mom looked up when
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  Speaker 1: I walked in, covered in bruises and bandages, and all
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  Speaker 1: she said was that I needed to be more careful
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  Speaker 1: during training.
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  Speaker 2: Training for what? I asked. But she just went back
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  Speaker 2: to her coffee.
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  Speaker 1: My dad told me to go shower and get some
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  Speaker 1: rest because I had another session tomorrow night. The way
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  Speaker 1: he said it made my stomach turn because there was
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  Speaker 1: no concern in his voice, just this flat business tone
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  Speaker 1: like he was discussing a work schedule. I stood there
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  Speaker 1: in the doorway waiting for one of them to act
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  Speaker 1: like actual parents and ask if I was okay. but
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  Speaker 1: they just kept drinking their coffee and looking at their phones.
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  Speaker 1: That's when I noticed the envelope on the counter with
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  Speaker 1: my name on it, stuffed with $ 100 bills. I counted $ 3, 000
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  Speaker 1: in cash, and when I asked where it came from,
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  Speaker 1: my dad said I'd earned it last night.
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  Speaker 2: Earned it how?
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  Speaker 1: I wanted to scream. But my throat was too raw,
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  Speaker 1: and my head was pounding too hard to argue. The
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  Speaker 1: shower water ran red and brown as I scrubbed dried
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  Speaker 1: blood and dirt from my skin. My whole body was
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  Speaker 1: covered in bruises I didn't remember getting, and there were
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  Speaker 1: cuts on my arms and chest that looked like they
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  Speaker 1: came from fingernails. I stood under the hot water for
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  Speaker 1: maybe thirty minutes trying to piece together anything from the
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  Speaker 1: night before, but there was just this blank space where
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  Speaker 1: my memory should be. The last thing I remembered clearly
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  Speaker 1: was eating dinner with my parents around six, and then
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  Speaker 1: nothing until waking up in that concrete room. Seven hours
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  Speaker 1: just gone, erased, like someone had taken scissors to my
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  Speaker 1: brain and cut out a whole chunk of time. I
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  Speaker 1: got dressed and went to my room, where I found
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  Speaker 1: clothes I didn't recognize folded on my bed, black pants
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  Speaker 1: and a black shirt, both with dark stains that could
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  Speaker 1: have been blood or dirt or both. My regular clothes
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  Speaker 1: from yesterday were nowhere in the room, probably thrown away
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  Speaker 1: or burned or whatever you do with evidence. That word
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  Speaker 1: stuck in my head because that's what this felt like,
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  Speaker 1: covering up evidence of.
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  Speaker 2: Something I couldn't remember doing.
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  Speaker 1: I tried calling my best friend Devin to see if
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  Speaker 1: he knew anything about last night, but his mom answered
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  Speaker 1: and said he wasn't allowed to talk to me anymore.
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  Speaker 2: When I asked why, she just said my parents knew
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  Speaker 2: why and hung up.
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  Speaker 1: I called two more friends and got similar responses, like
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  Speaker 1: I'd done something terrible that everyone knew about except me.
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  Speaker 1: My phone had messages from numbers I didn't recognize. people
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  Speaker 1: congratulating me on my win and asking about next week's match.
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  Speaker 1: Match against who?
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  Speaker 2: Win at what?
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  Speaker 1: I scrolled through the messages getting more confused and scared
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  Speaker 1: with each one. Someone had sent a video file, but
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  Speaker 1: when I tried to open it, my phone glitched, and
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  Speaker 1: the file disappeared. I threw my phone across the room
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  Speaker 1: and it hit the wall, cracking the screen, but I
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  Speaker 1: didn't care because nothing was making sense. My mom knocked
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  Speaker 1: on my door and came in before I could say anything,
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  Speaker 1: sitting on the edge of my bed with this concerned
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  Speaker 1: expression that looked fake. She explained that I'd been participating
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  Speaker 1: in something important for the family, something that was helping
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  Speaker 1: us stay financially stable during difficult times. The way she
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  Speaker 1: said it made it sound like I was doing volunteer work,
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  Speaker 1: not whatever had left me covered in blood and bruises.
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  Speaker 1: She told me I'd been doing this for three months now,
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  Speaker 1: every Friday and Saturday night. I'd been winning matches against
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  Speaker 1: other competitors, earning money that kept our family afloat after
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  Speaker 1: my dad lost his job. But here's the thing that
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  Speaker 1: made my blood run cold. I had no memory of
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  Speaker 1: any of it. Not a single fight, not one opponent, nothing.
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  Speaker 1: She said the doctor had given me something to help
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  Speaker 1: with performance anxiety, something that made me forget the stressful parts,
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  Speaker 1: but kept my body's muscle memory intact. I asked what
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  Speaker 1: kind of matches required drugs that erased your memory, and
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  Speaker 1: she got defensive saying it was for my own good.
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  Speaker 1: Watching people get hurt was traumatic, she said, so the
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  Speaker 1: doctors made sure I wouldn't have to carry those memories.
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  Speaker 1: But I was the one getting hurt, I pointed out,
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  Speaker 1: showing her my bandaged ribs and swollen face. She said
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  Speaker 1: sometimes I got hurt, and sometimes the other person did.
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  Speaker 1: But either way, I always won. That word always hung
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  Speaker 1: in the air like a threat, because if I always won,
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  Speaker 1: what happened to the people who lost? My mom stood
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  Speaker 1: up and said I needed to rest before tonight's match,
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  Speaker 1: then left me alone with my racing thoughts and missing memories.
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  Speaker 1: I waited until my parents went to bed, then snuck
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  Speaker 1: downstairs to their home office. The door was locked, but
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  Speaker 1: I'd learned how to pick it years ago when I
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  Speaker 1: was grounded and wanted to use the computer. Inside their
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  Speaker 1: filing cabinet, I found a folder with my name on
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  Speaker 1: it containing medical records I'd never seen before. Monthly injections
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  Speaker 1: of something called Rohypnol, combined with a stimulant I couldn't pronounce.
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  Speaker 1: The dates matched up with every Friday and Saturday for
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  Speaker 1: the past three months, just like my mom had said.
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  Speaker 1: There were also bank statements showing deposits of $ 10, 000 every week,
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  Speaker 1: way more than the $ 3, 000 I'd found in that envelope.
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  Speaker 1: Someone was making serious money off whatever I was doing
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  Speaker 1: during those blank hours. I took photos of everything with
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  Speaker 1: my cracked phone, then put the folder back exactly how
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  Speaker 1: I found it. In the desk drawer, I found business
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  Speaker 1: cards for something called the Basement Collective, with an address
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  Speaker 1: across town. I pocketed one of the cards and snuck
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  Speaker 1: back upstairs, my mind racing with plans I hadn't fully
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  Speaker 1: formed yet. Sunday morning came, and my body hurt worse
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  Speaker 1: than the day before. New bruises had appeared overnight, dark
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  Speaker 1: purple and yellow marks that covered my shoulders and back.
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  Speaker 1: I looked like I'd been in a car accident, not
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  Speaker 1: a competition or match or whatever sanitized word my parents
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  Speaker 1: wanted to use. At breakfast, my dad slid another envelope
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  Speaker 1: across the table and told me I'd done excellent work
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  Speaker 1: last night. I asked him point blank what exactly I'd done,
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  Speaker 1: and he said I'd defended our family's honor against a
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  Speaker 1: very skilled opponent. The way he said defended made it
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  Speaker 1: sound noble, but the blood on my knuckles told a
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  Speaker 1: different story. I asked if the other person was okay,
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  Speaker 1: and my parents exchanged this look that answered my question
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  Speaker 1: without words. My mom changed the subject to college applications
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  Speaker 1: and how my earnings would help pay for whatever school
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  Speaker 1: I wanted. Like blood money could buy my way into
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  Speaker 1: a future I'd remember. I excused myself from the table
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  Speaker 1: and went to my room, where I found more clothes
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  Speaker 1: laid out for tonight. This time there was also protective gear,
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  Speaker 1: hand wraps, a mouth guard, and something that looked like
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  Speaker 1: a chest protector. Whatever I was doing tonight, someone wanted
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  Speaker 1: to make sure I could keep doing it. Monday at school,
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  Speaker 1: I noticed people staring at me in the hallways. Not
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  Speaker 1: the usual kind of staring, but something else. Something that
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  Speaker 1: felt like fear, mixed with respect. A kid I'd never
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  Speaker 1: talked to before came up to me at lunch and
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  Speaker 1: asked for advice on training, saying he'd heard about my record.
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  Speaker 2: What record?
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  Speaker 1: I asked, and he looked confused like I was joking
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  Speaker 1: with him. He said everyone knew about the basement and
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  Speaker 1: how I was undefeated in my weight class. I played
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  Speaker 1: along and asked him what he knew about it, and
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  Speaker 1: he said his older brother tried to get in but
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  Speaker 1: failed the entrance evaluation. You had to prove you could
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  Speaker 1: really fight, not just talk about it, and most people
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  Speaker 1: washed out after one round. The way he talked about
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  Speaker 1: it sounded like he was describing a sports league, not
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  Speaker 1: whatever nightmare I was apparently part of. I asked where
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  Speaker 1: the basement was located, and he looked at me weird
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  Speaker 1: before saying I obviously knew since I fought there twice
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  Speaker 1: a week.
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  Speaker 2: But I didn't know. I wanted to scream. I didn't
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  Speaker 2: remember any of it.
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  Speaker 1: He walked away looking uncomfortable, and I sat alone for
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  Speaker 1: the rest of lunch period trying to figure out my
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  Speaker 1: next move. After school, I took the bus to the
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  Speaker 1: address on the business card instead of going home. The
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  Speaker 1: basement collective turned out to be a warehouse in the
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  Speaker 1: industrial district, surrounded by other abandoned buildings and empty lots.
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  Speaker 1: There were no signs or markers, just a metal door
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  Speaker 1: with a camera above it. I knocked and waited, not
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  Speaker 1: sure what I expected to happen. A slot in the
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  Speaker 1: door opened, and someone asked for my name. When I
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  Speaker 1: gave it, the door opened immediately, and a guy built
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  Speaker 1: like a professional wrestler gestured for me to come inside.
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  Speaker 1: The interior was nothing like I expected. Instead of a
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  Speaker 1: dirty warehouse, it was clean and organized with expensive equipment
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  Speaker 1: and medical stations set up along the walls. There were
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  Speaker 1: training areas with mats and heavy bags, weight rooms with
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  Speaker 1: professional gym equipment, and doors leading to other sections I
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  Speaker 1: couldn't see. The wrestling guy led me down a hallway
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  Speaker 1: lined with photos of fighters, and I stopped dead when
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  Speaker 1: I saw my own face on the wall. Underneath my
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  Speaker 1: photo was a record. 24 wins, 0 losses, $ 240, 000 earned.
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  Speaker 1: I'd been doing this for three months twice a week,
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  Speaker 1: which meant I'd fought 24 times and had no memory
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  Speaker 1: of any of it. The guy took me to an
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  Speaker 1: office where a woman in her 50s sat behind a
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  Speaker 1: desk covered in paperwork. She looked up when I walked
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  Speaker 1: in and smiled like she was greeting an old friend.
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  Speaker 1: She called me by a nickname I didn't recognize and
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  Speaker 1: asked what brought me by on an off day. I
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  Speaker 1: decided to be honest and told her I couldn't remember
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  Speaker 1: anything about fighting here, that my parents had been drugging
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  Speaker 1: me and I needed to know what was really going on.
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  Speaker 1: Her smile disappeared and she asked if this was some
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  Speaker 1: kind of joke. When I showed her my medical records
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  Speaker 1: and the photos I'd taken, her face went pale. She
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  Speaker 1: picked up her phone and called someone, speaking in quiet
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  Speaker 1: tones about breach of protocol and liability issues. After she
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  Speaker 1: hung up, she told me to wait there and not
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  Speaker 1: to leave the office under any circumstances. She walked out
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  Speaker 1: and locked the door behind her, leaving me alone with
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  Speaker 1: my photos on the wall, and a growing sense that
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  Speaker 1: I'd just made a terrible mistake. Through the walls, I
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  Speaker 1: could hear muffled conversations and people moving around quickly, like
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  Speaker 1: I'd triggered some kind of emergency response. Thirty minutes passed
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  Speaker 1: before a different man came into the office, this one
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  Speaker 1: wearing a doctor's coat with a name tag that said, Dr.
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  Speaker 2: Raymond Okafor.
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  Speaker 1: He sat down across from me and asked detailed questions
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  Speaker 1: about what I remembered and what I didn't, taking notes
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  Speaker 1: in a leather journal. When I finished explaining everything, He
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  Speaker 1: told me that what my parents had done was completely
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  Speaker 1: against the organization's rules. Fighters were supposed to consent to
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  Speaker 1: everything and remember their matches, not be drugged into amnesia.
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  Speaker 1: He said the basement was technically legal, a sanctioned fighting
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  Speaker 1: league for people aged 16 to 25 who wanted to
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  Speaker 1: compete for money.
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  Speaker 2: The rules were strict.
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  Speaker 1: Protective gear required, medical staff on site, fights stopped if
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  Speaker 1: someone was seriously injured. But what my parents had arranged
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  Speaker 1: was something else entirely, using me as an unconscious weapon
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  Speaker 1: while collecting my earnings.
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  Speaker 2: Dr.
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  Speaker 1: Okafor said he needed to report this to the organization's
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  Speaker 1: board and that I should go home and wait for contact.
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  Speaker 1: When I asked if I was in trouble he said no,
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  Speaker 1: but my parents definitely were. He gave me his card
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  Speaker 1: and told me to call immediately if my parents tried
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  Speaker 1: to drug me again or take me anywhere. I left
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  Speaker 1: through a different exit and caught the bus home, my
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  Speaker 1: mind spinning with new information that somehow made everything worse.
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  Speaker 1: My parents were waiting for me when I got home
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  Speaker 1: and their expressions told me they already knew where I'd been.
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  Speaker 1: My dad asked what I thought I was doing going
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  Speaker 1: to the basement without permission and I said I was
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  Speaker 1: trying to figure out why I couldn't remember fighting there.
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  Speaker 1: My mom started crying and said they'd only been trying
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  Speaker 1: to protect me from traumatic memories, that watching violence was
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  Speaker 1: hard for sensitive people like me. But I wasn't watching it,
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  Speaker 1: I shouted back. I was doing it, and there's a difference.
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  Speaker 1: My dad told me to lower my voice and show
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  Speaker 1: some respect for everything they'd sacrificed to give me this opportunity.
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  Speaker 2: What opportunity? I asked.
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  Speaker 1: Being turned into a puppet who fights for money I
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  Speaker 1: never see? That's when he hit me. An open-handed slap
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  Speaker 1: across my face that made my ears ring. He'd never
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  Speaker 1: hit me before in my entire life, and the shock
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  Speaker 1: of it made me step backward into the wall. My
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  Speaker 1: mom grabbed his arm and told him to calm down.
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  Speaker 1: That violence wasn't the answer. The irony of that statement
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  Speaker 1: while I stood there with a fresh handprint on my
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  Speaker 1: face wasn't lost on me. I went to my room
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  Speaker 1: and locked the door, then pushed my dresser against it
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  Speaker 1: for extra security.
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  Speaker 2: I called Dr.
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  Speaker 1: Okafor from my closet with the lights off and told
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  Speaker 1: him what had just happened. He said he was already
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  Speaker 1: in contact with social services and the police about my situation.
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  Speaker 1: He explained that what my parents had done constituted several crimes,
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  Speaker 1: administering drugs to a minor without consent, financial exploitation, and
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  Speaker 1: falsifying medical records. The organization was cooperating fully with the
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  Speaker 1: investigation because they didn't want to be associated with this
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  Speaker 1: kind of abuse. He said I needed to stay calm
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  Speaker 1: and safe until authorities arrived, which should be within the
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  Speaker 1: next few hours. I asked what would happen to my parents,
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  Speaker 1: and he said that wasn't his concern right now. Keeping
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  Speaker 1: me safe was the priority. He stayed on the phone
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  Speaker 1: with me for the next two hours, just talking about
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  Speaker 1: random things to keep me distracted. He told me about
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  Speaker 1: his own teenage years doing amateur boxing, how the sport
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  Speaker 1: had given him discipline and purpose. He said fighting wasn't
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  Speaker 1: inherently bad when done correctly with consent and safety measures.
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  Speaker 1: What my parents had stolen from me wasn't just money,
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  Speaker 1: but my agency and my memories, and that was unforgivable
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  Speaker 1: in his opinion. The police arrived around 10 that night
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  Speaker 1: with social workers and paramedics. I heard my parents arguing
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  Speaker 1: with them downstairs. my mom's voice getting higher and more
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  Speaker 1: defensive while my dad tried to stay calm and rational.
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  Speaker 1: Someone knocked on my door and identified themselves as Officer Delgado,
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  Speaker 1: asking me to come out so they could take my statement.
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  Speaker 1: I moved the dresser and opened the door to find
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  Speaker 1: three officers, two women in professional clothes who introduced themselves
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  Speaker 1: as social workers, and Dr. Okafor standing in my hallway.
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  Speaker 1: They took me downstairs where my parents were sitting on
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  Speaker 1: the couch in handcuffs, both of them staring straight ahead
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  Speaker 1: and refusing to look at me. One of the social workers,
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  Speaker 1: a woman named Patricia Kimura, sat with me at the
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  Speaker 1: kitchen table, while Officer Delgado asked me questions about the
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  Speaker 1: timeline of events. I showed them the medical records I'd
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  Speaker 1: photographed and told them everything I could remember, which wasn't
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  Speaker 1: much regarding the actual fights. They took photos of my
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  Speaker 1: bruises and injuries, documenting everything with this quiet efficiency that
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  Speaker 1: made it feel surreal. Patricia explained that I'd be staying
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  Speaker 1: with the foster family temporarily while they investigated the full
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  Speaker 1: scope of what had happened. I asked if I could
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  Speaker 1: pack some things, and she said yes, but quickly. They
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  Speaker 1: needed to get me out of this house tonight. The
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  Speaker 1: foster home belonged to a retired couple named Augustus and
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  Speaker 1: Flora Wright, who'd been taking in emergency placements for fifteen years.
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  Speaker 1: Their house was small but clean, and they showed me
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  Speaker 1: to a bedroom that had obviously been prepared in advance.
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  Speaker 1: Flora made me hot chocolate even though it was late,
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  Speaker 1: and we sat in their kitchen while she explained their
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  Speaker 1: rules and expectations. No drugs, no violence, no sneaking out,
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  Speaker 1: and we all eat dinner together as a family. She
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  Speaker 1: didn't ask about my situation or why I was there,
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  Speaker 1: just said I was welcome to stay as long as
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  Speaker 1: I needed. Augustus was quieter but gave me a firm
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  Speaker 1: handshake and said if I needed anything to just ask.
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  Speaker 2: They seemed genuinely kind.
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  Speaker 1: Which made me suspicious because I'd learned that adults who
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  Speaker 1: seemed kind usually wanted something. But they just showed me
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  Speaker 1: where everything was in the bathroom and said goodnight, leaving
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  Speaker 1: me alone in a strange room in a strange house
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  Speaker 1: with my whole life in garbage bags. I couldn't sleep
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  Speaker 1: that night, just lay there staring at the ceiling and
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  Speaker 1: wondering what came next. My phone kept buzzing with messages
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  Speaker 1: from my parents' lawyers, but I turned it off and
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  Speaker 1: shoved it under the bed. The next morning, Patricia showed
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  Speaker 1: up with a different social worker named Kenneth Osei to
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  Speaker 1: take me to the hospital for a complete medical examination.
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  Speaker 1: They wanted to document everything and run tests to see
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  Speaker 1: what drugs were still in my system. The doctor who
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  Speaker 1: examined me was thorough and kind, explaining each test before
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  Speaker 1: doing it and asking permission even though I was a
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  Speaker 1: minor in state custody. The blood work came back showing
• 13:53
  Speaker 1: traces of rohypnol and amphetamines, exactly what I'd seen in
• 13:57
  Speaker 1: those medical records. The doctor said the combination was dangerous
• 14:00
  Speaker 1: and could have caused permanent damage to my liver and
• 14:02
  Speaker 1: kidneys with continued use.
• 14:04
  Speaker 2: He asked if I'd experienced.
• 14:05
  Speaker 1: Any memory problems beyond the fighting, and I told him
• 14:08
  Speaker 1: about gaps in my memory from the past three months.
• 14:10
  Speaker 2: Whole days I couldn't fully recall.
• 14:12
  Speaker 1: He said that was consistent with chronic rohypnol exposure, and
• 14:14
  Speaker 1: that my memories might never fully return. The idea that
• 14:17
  Speaker 1: I'd lost three months of my life to drugs my
• 14:19
  Speaker 1: own parents gave me made me want to throw up.
• 14:21
  Speaker 1: Patricia held my hand while the doctor continued his examination,
• 14:24
  Speaker 1: checking my ribs and old fractures I hadn't even known
• 14:27
  Speaker 1: were there. He said I'd been fighting with cracked ribs
• 14:29
  Speaker 1: and a partially separated shoulder, injuries that should have kept
• 14:32
  Speaker 1: me in bed, but instead, I'd been drugged up and
• 14:35
  Speaker 1: sent back to fight again. The investigation moved faster than
• 14:37
  Speaker 1: I expected. Within a week, Police had raided the basement
• 14:40
  Speaker 1: collective and seized their records, showing my parents had signed
• 14:43
  Speaker 1: contracts on my behalf without my knowledge or consent. The
• 14:46
  Speaker 1: organization claimed they'd been deceived, that my parents had presented
• 14:49
  Speaker 1: me as a willing participant who happened to have performance anxiety.
• 14:52
  Speaker 1: But their own records showed red flags they'd ignored. The
• 14:55
  Speaker 1: memory gaps I'd mentioned to their medical staff, the unusual
• 14:58
  Speaker 1: drug regimen my parents insisted on, the way I never
• 15:00
  Speaker 1: spoke during check-ins or remembered previous conversations.
• 15:03
  Speaker 2: Dr.
• 15:03
  Speaker 1: Okafor had actually filed three separate reports about concerns with
• 15:07
  Speaker 1: my case. but they'd been dismissed by upper management, who
• 15:10
  Speaker 1: were more interested in the money I.
• 15:11
  Speaker 2: Was bringing in.
• 15:11
  Speaker 1: 24 fights at $ 10, 000 each meant the organization had profited
• 15:15
  Speaker 1: over $ 200, 000 from my unconscious labor, and they were now
• 15:19
  Speaker 1: facing lawsuits and criminal charges. My parents' lawyer tried to
• 15:22
  Speaker 1: argue they'd been protecting me from trauma, but the medical
• 15:25
  Speaker 1: evidence showed I'd been experiencing the trauma anyway. I just
• 15:27
  Speaker 1: couldn't remember it afterward. The prosecutor explained to me that
• 15:30
  Speaker 1: trauma doesn't disappear just because you can't consciously recall it,
• 15:34
  Speaker 1: It gets buried in your body and nervous system, causing
• 15:36
  Speaker 1: damage that shows up in other ways. Living with Augustus
• 15:39
  Speaker 1: and Flora was weird because they treated me like a
• 15:41
  Speaker 1: normal kid instead of a victim or a case file.
• 15:44
  Speaker 1: Flora taught me how to cook actual meals, not just
• 15:47
  Speaker 1: microwave stuff, and Augustus showed me how to fix things
• 15:49
  Speaker 1: around the house when they broke. They never asked about
• 15:52
  Speaker 1: my past or pushed me to talk about my feelings,
• 15:54
  Speaker 1: just included me in their daily routines like I'd always
• 15:57
  Speaker 1: been there. Flora sang while she cooked, old gospel songs
• 16:00
  Speaker 1: I didn't recognize, and Augustus did crossword puzzles every morning
• 16:03
  Speaker 1: with his coffee. They'd both grown up in rough situations
• 16:06
  Speaker 1: themselves and knew that healing wasn't linear or simple. Patricia
• 16:09
  Speaker 1: visited twice a week to check on me and handle
• 16:11
  Speaker 1: the legal stuff, updating me on the case against my
• 16:13
  Speaker 1: parents and the basement organization. My parents were facing multiple
• 16:16
  Speaker 1: felony charges including child endangerment, drug-related offenses, and fraud. The
• 16:21
  Speaker 1: basement was being shut down permanently, and several staff members
• 16:24
  Speaker 1: were facing criminal charges for ignoring signs of abuse. I
• 16:27
  Speaker 1: asked Patricia what would happen to the other fighters, and
• 16:29
  Speaker 1: she said most of them were legitimate volunteers who knew
• 16:32
  Speaker 1: what they were signing up for, but they were investigating
• 16:34
  Speaker 1: to make sure there weren't other cases like mine. The
• 16:36
  Speaker 1: nightmares started about two weeks into my stay with the Wrights.
• 16:39
  Speaker 1: I'd wake up thrashing and screaming, my body remembering fights
• 16:42
  Speaker 1: my mind couldn't access. Flora would come in and sit
• 16:45
  Speaker 1: on the edge of my bed until I calmed down,
• 16:47
  Speaker 1: never touching me unless I reached for her first, just
• 16:49
  Speaker 1: being present, until the terror passed. The dreams were fragments
• 16:53
  Speaker 1: and sensations, the smell of blood and sweat, the sound
• 16:56
  Speaker 1: of bones cracking. the feeling of someone's pulse slowing under
• 16:59
  Speaker 1: my hands. I'd wake up crying and shaking, convinced I'd
• 17:02
  Speaker 1: killed someone even though Patricia assured me that all my
• 17:05
  Speaker 1: opponents had survived. But surviving wasn't the same as being okay,
• 17:08
  Speaker 1: and I carried the weight of knowing I'd hurt people
• 17:10
  Speaker 1: without choosing to, or even remembering it. The therapist Patricia
• 17:13
  Speaker 1: set me up with specialized in trauma and dissociation, helping
• 17:16
  Speaker 1: me understand that what had happened to me was a
• 17:18
  Speaker 1: form of assault. My parents had stolen my consent and
• 17:21
  Speaker 1: my consciousness, using my body as a tool for profit.
• 17:24
  Speaker 1: The therapist said it would take years to fully process everything,
• 17:27
  Speaker 1: but the first step was accepting that none of it
• 17:29
  Speaker 1: was my fault. School was impossible to go back to
• 17:31
  Speaker 1: because everyone knew about the case. The story had made
• 17:34
  Speaker 1: local news, and suddenly, I was that kid whose parents
• 17:37
  Speaker 1: had turned him into a drugged-up fighter. Some people treated
• 17:39
  Speaker 1: me like I was dangerous, crossing to the other side
• 17:41
  Speaker 1: of the hallway when they saw me coming. Others wanted
• 17:44
  Speaker 1: to be my friend specifically because of what had happened,
• 17:46
  Speaker 1: like my trauma made me interesting. I couldn't handle either reaction,
• 17:49
  Speaker 1: so Flora helped me enroll in an online school program
• 17:52
  Speaker 1: where I could work from home. She sat with me
• 17:54
  Speaker 1: during the first few video classes. her presence making it
• 17:56
  Speaker 1: easier to focus and not spiral into anxiety about whether
• 18:00
  Speaker 1: I was actually learning or if the drugs had permanently
• 18:02
  Speaker 1: damaged my ability to remember new information. The teachers were
• 18:05
  Speaker 1: patient and understanding, never pushing me to explain why I
• 18:08
  Speaker 1: was doing school online or asking about my bruises that
• 18:11
  Speaker 1: were slowly fading to yellow and green. Math was hardest
• 18:14
  Speaker 1: because it required sustained focus I couldn't always manage, but
• 18:17
  Speaker 1: English came easier because writing helped me process everything I
• 18:20
  Speaker 1: couldn't say out loud. The preliminary hearing for my parents'
• 18:23
  Speaker 1: case happened three months after they were arrested. I had
• 18:25
  Speaker 1: to testify about what I remembered, which wasn't much, but
• 18:28
  Speaker 1: also about the medical records and the money and the
• 18:30
  Speaker 1: way they'd acted when I confronted them. My mom cried
• 18:33
  Speaker 1: through the whole thing, and my dad stared at the table,
• 18:35
  Speaker 1: never once looking at me. Their lawyer tried to paint
• 18:38
  Speaker 1: them as desperate parents who'd made poor choices out of
• 18:40
  Speaker 1: financial necessity. But the prosecutor had bank records showing they'd
• 18:43
  Speaker 1: used my earnings for luxury purchases and expensive vacations. They
• 18:47
  Speaker 1: hadn't been desperate, they'd been greedy. The judge ordered them
• 18:50
  Speaker 1: held without bail until trial, saying they'd demonstrated clear disregard
• 18:54
  Speaker 1: for their child's welfare, and posed a continued danger. When
• 18:57
  Speaker 1: the bailiff led them out in chains, my mom tried
• 18:59
  Speaker 1: to catch my eye and mouth something that might have
• 19:01
  Speaker 1: been sorry or son, but I looked away. Patricia squeezed
• 19:05
  Speaker 1: my shoulder and said I'd done good. That telling the
• 19:07
  Speaker 1: truth was brave, even when it hurt. But I didn't
• 19:10
  Speaker 1: feel brave. I just felt empty and tired, like I'd
• 19:12
  Speaker 1: run a marathon I never agreed to run. The basement
• 19:15
  Speaker 1: collective's owner, a man named Vincent Hartley, took a plea
• 19:18
  Speaker 1: deal and agreed to testify against my parents in exchange
• 19:20
  Speaker 1: for reduced charges. He provided detailed records of every fight
• 19:23
  Speaker 1: I'd participated in, including video footage that I'd never have
• 19:26
  Speaker 1: to watch if I didn't want to. Patricia said the
• 19:28
  Speaker 1: videos proved beyond doubt that I'd been unconscious of my
• 19:31
  Speaker 1: surroundings even while fighting, my eyes unfocused, and my movements
• 19:35
  Speaker 1: purely instinctual. Medical experts testified that the drug combination created
• 19:39
  Speaker 1: a state where my body functioned, but my conscious mind
• 19:42
  Speaker 1: was essentially offline. It was like sleepwalking, except instead of walking,
• 19:46
  Speaker 1: I was fighting trained opponents and winning every time. The
• 19:49
  Speaker 1: prosecutor called it one of the most disturbing cases of
• 19:51
  Speaker 1: parental exploitation she'd seen in 20 years. During the breaks,
• 19:55
  Speaker 1: I sat in a victim's advocate room drinking bad coffee
• 19:58
  Speaker 1: and trying not to think about the fact that I'd
• 20:00
  Speaker 1: hurt 24 people and couldn't remember their faces or names.
• 20:03
  Speaker 1: Patricia arranged for me to write apology letters to each
• 20:06
  Speaker 1: opponent if I wanted to, even though legally, I wasn't
• 20:09
  Speaker 1: responsible for my actions. I spent weeks working on those letters,
• 20:12
  Speaker 1: trying to explain something I didn't understand myself. The trial
• 20:15
  Speaker 1: lasted two weeks and was covered by multiple news outlets.
• 20:18
  Speaker 1: They used my case as an example of how underground
• 20:20
  Speaker 1: fighting leagues needed better regulation and oversight, even when they
• 20:23
  Speaker 1: claimed to be legitimate operations. Expert witnesses testified about the
• 20:27
  Speaker 1: long-term effects of Rohypnol and how the combination of drugs
• 20:29
  Speaker 1: I'd been given could have killed me multiple times. My
• 20:32
  Speaker 1: parents' defense argued that they'd relied on medical advice from Dr.
• 20:35
  Speaker 1: Hartley's staff and didn't understand the full risks. but text
• 20:39
  Speaker 1: messages between them and Hartley showed they'd specifically requested the
• 20:42
  Speaker 1: memory-erasing drugs, so I wouldn't refuse to keep fighting. The
• 20:45
  Speaker 1: jury took less than four hours to find them guilty
• 20:47
  Speaker 1: on all counts. My mom collapsed when the verdicts were read,
• 20:50
  Speaker 1: and my dad just nodded like he'd expected it. Sentencing
• 20:53
  Speaker 1: was scheduled for a month later, giving both sides time
• 20:56
  Speaker 1: to prepare arguments about appropriate punishment. Patricia explained that they'd
• 20:59
  Speaker 1: likely get between ten and twenty years each, possibly more
• 21:02
  Speaker 1: depending on the judge's view of the case. I asked
• 21:04
  Speaker 1: if I had to be there for sentencing, and she
• 21:06
  Speaker 1: said no, I'd already done my part by testifying. I
• 21:09
  Speaker 1: chose to attend anyway because I needed to see it
• 21:11
  Speaker 1: through to the end. The courtroom was packed with reporters
• 21:14
  Speaker 1: and families of other fighters and people who'd followed the case.
• 21:17
  Speaker 1: The judge spent thirty minutes explaining her reasoning before announcing
• 21:19
  Speaker 1: the sentences. Eighteen years for my father, fifteen years for
• 21:23
  Speaker 1: my mother, with no possibility of parole for the first
• 21:25
  Speaker 1: ten years. She said they'd betrayed the most fundamental duty
• 21:28
  Speaker 1: parents have to protect their children, and their crimes had
• 21:30
  Speaker 1: been calculated and sustained over months. My mom sobbed while
• 21:33
  Speaker 1: my dad sat stone-faced, staring at nothing. The judge asked
• 21:36
  Speaker 1: if I wanted to address the court before they were
• 21:38
  Speaker 1: taken away, and I stood up even though my legs
• 21:40
  Speaker 1: were shaking. I told my parents that what they'd taken
• 21:43
  Speaker 1: from me wasn't just money or time, but my ability
• 21:45
  Speaker 1: to trust that the people who were supposed to love
• 21:47
  Speaker 1: me actually did. I said I forgave them, because carrying
• 21:50
  Speaker 1: hatred would only hurt me more, but forgiveness didn't mean
• 21:53
  Speaker 1: I'd ever see them again, or welcome them back into
• 21:56
  Speaker 1: my life. My mom tried to say something, but her
• 21:58
  Speaker 1: lawyer stopped her. The bailiffs led them out, and I
• 22:01
  Speaker 1: watched them go, feeling nothing except maybe relief that it
• 22:04
  Speaker 1: was finally over. Recovery wasn't a straight line because trauma
• 22:07
  Speaker 1: doesn't work that way. Some days I felt almost normal,
• 22:10
  Speaker 1: going to therapy and doing schoolwork and helping Flora with dinner.
• 22:13
  Speaker 1: Other days I couldn't get out of bed because the
• 22:15
  Speaker 1: weight of everything felt too heavy to carry. The nightmares
• 22:17
  Speaker 1: continued but gradually became less frequent, dropping from every night
• 22:20
  Speaker 1: to a few times a week. Augustus taught me woodworking
• 22:22
  Speaker 1: in his garage workshop. Saying having something to do with
• 22:25
  Speaker 1: my hands helped quiet the mind.
• 22:27
  Speaker 2: He was right about that.
• 22:28
  Speaker 1: I started building small boxes and picture frames, sanding the
• 22:32
  Speaker 1: wood until it was smooth and perfect. finding peace in
• 22:34
  Speaker 1: the repetitive motions. Flora framed my school achievements and hung
• 22:37
  Speaker 1: them in the hallway, treating my online GED progress like
• 22:40
  Speaker 1: it was just as important as any traditional diploma. They
• 22:43
  Speaker 1: never formally adopted me, but after six months, they asked
• 22:46
  Speaker 1: if I wanted to stop calling them Mr.
• 22:47
  Speaker 2: And Mrs.
• 22:48
  Speaker 1: Wright and just use their first names. It felt like
• 22:50
  Speaker 1: accepting membership in a family I'd chosen instead of one
• 22:53
  Speaker 1: I'd been born into. The money from my fights sat
• 22:55
  Speaker 1: in a frozen account while lawyers argued about who it
• 22:58
  Speaker 1: belonged to. Eventually, the court decided it was mine since
• 23:01
  Speaker 1: I'd earned it through my labor. even if that labor
• 23:03
  Speaker 1: had been coerced. After legal fees and restitution to my opponents,
• 23:07
  Speaker 1: I had about $ 150, 000 left. Patricia helped me set up
• 23:10
  Speaker 1: a trust that I couldn't access until I turned 21,
• 23:13
  Speaker 1: money for college or starting a business or whatever future
• 23:16
  Speaker 1: I wanted to build. I told her I wanted to
• 23:18
  Speaker 1: donate half of it to organizations that helped kids in
• 23:20
  Speaker 1: foster care, keeping only what I'd need for practical expenses.
• 23:23
  Speaker 1: She said that was admirable, but I should think about
• 23:25
  Speaker 1: it more, that I'd earned that money even if the
• 23:27
  Speaker 1: circumstances were horrible. But keeping money earned through violence I
• 23:30
  Speaker 1: couldn't remember felt wrong, like being paid for someone else's work.
• 23:33
  Speaker 1: We compromised on donating a third to charity and saving
• 23:36
  Speaker 1: the rest for my education. The university I applied to
• 23:38
  Speaker 1: gave me a full scholarship anyway, specifically for students aging
• 23:41
  Speaker 1: out of foster care, so the money ended up going
• 23:43
  Speaker 1: toward an apartment and living expenses instead. Two years after
• 23:47
  Speaker 1: everything happened, I was living in a small apartment near campus,
• 23:50
  Speaker 1: studying psychology, because I wanted to understand trauma and help
• 23:53
  Speaker 1: other people process theirs. The Wrights visited monthly, bringing Flora's
• 23:56
  Speaker 1: famous sweet potato pie and Augustus's terrible dad jokes. I'd
• 24:00
  Speaker 1: published a piece in a journal about surviving parental exploitation
• 24:03
  Speaker 1: without naming my parents or specific details about my case.
• 24:06
  Speaker 1: The responses were overwhelming. Dozens of messages from people who'd
• 24:09
  Speaker 1: experienced different types of abuse, but recognized their own stories
• 24:12
  Speaker 1: in mind. My therapist said helping others was part of
• 24:15
  Speaker 1: how I was reclaiming my narrative and building meaning from suffering.
• 24:18
  Speaker 1: I still couldn't remember those three months of fighting, and
• 24:21
  Speaker 1: probably never would, but I'd stopped waiting for the memories
• 24:23
  Speaker 1: to return. The person I'd been during those fights wasn't me,
• 24:27
  Speaker 1: just a puppet made from my body and someone else's chemicals.
• 24:30
  Speaker 1: The real me was the one choosing to move forward,
• 24:32
  Speaker 1: to build something good from something terrible, to prove that
• 24:35
  Speaker 1: what happened to you doesn't have to define who you become.
• 24:38
  Speaker 1: I never went back to visit my parents in prison
• 24:40
  Speaker 1: because forgiveness didn't require reconciliation. They sent letters occasionally through
• 24:43
  Speaker 1: their lawyer, asking how I was doing and saying they
• 24:46
  Speaker 1: were getting help and taking responsibility. I read the letters
• 24:49
  Speaker 1: once then filed them away, not responding but not burning
• 24:51
  Speaker 1: them either, just acknowledging they existed and moving on. The
• 24:55
  Speaker 1: kid who woke up in that concrete room with blood
• 24:57
  Speaker 1: on his knuckles was gone. replaced by someone who understood
• 25:00
  Speaker 1: that strength wasn't about fighting, but about choosing kindness when
• 25:03
  Speaker 1: cruelty would be easier. My life had turned into Fight
• 25:06
  Speaker 1: Club without my consent, but unlike the movie, my way
• 25:09
  Speaker 1: out wasn't through destruction and chaos. It was through therapy
• 25:12
  Speaker 1: and education, and the quiet work of healing one day
• 25:14
  Speaker 1: at a time. Augustus told me once that surviving something
• 25:17
  Speaker 1: isn't the same as letting it define you, and he
• 25:19
  Speaker 1: was right about that. I'd survived, and now I was living,
• 25:23
  Speaker 1: and those were two completely different things. Thanks for hanging
• 25:25
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