For the next three days Debs has me on nothing but the punching bag. I've hit it so much, there times I forget how to hit. My knuckles are cracked and bleeding, and my wrists are on fire. I've told her about the pain, she tells me to suck it up and starts flirting with Thomas.Friday morning as I'm heading out of Chloe's house I find Journey sitting on the front stoop waiting for me."Hey!" She jumps up, smoothing out her tie die dress. Her hair is in a messy long braid, and her left eye looks darker then her right. "He do that to you? Or did you fall down again?" I ask sarcastically.She opens her mouth to respond, and then looks the other way. She is clearly getting tired of whatever is going in her so called relationship. "You need me to step in?" I've never wanted to cause so much harm to someone in my whole life. The feeling is somewhat unsettling. "No, I have it under control Tatum." She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. I scoff, irritated. "You need to get
14 Years OldTateLaying in bed I can hear my mother and father talking through the thin wall. "No, I don't want the girls to know. Not yet." My mother insists in a hushed voice."Marlow, they can sense these things. I read it in a pamphlet, you need to tell them.""No, I'm not dead yet and I won't have my girls looking at me like I'm already gone!"I squeeze the pillow, my eyes stinging with the urge to cry. I knew my mother was sick. She has been carted to doctor appointment after doctor appointment after she fainted in the kitchen last month. Her and dad have been distant, keeping secrets from Journey and us. I expected the worst, and those expectations were just exceeded. "This is all my fault. I, I should have been here." My dad's voice is loud, he's not trying to hide the shame he is feeling."These things are called a secret killer for a reason Nick. Nobody knew, not even I. How would you have known?""Yeah, but had I been here maybe I would have seen the sig
CamdenWhen I walk inside the gym I immediately notice Tate is hitting the bag, wincing with every strike. Debs has had her on that bag the last few days, and hasn't even corrected her stance. It's no wonder Tate's hurting.Taping my hands, it eats at me that Thomas gave Tate the worst trainer and it's my fault. I know he's screwing Debs, but surely he knows she's a shit trainer. Nobody wants her, not even Chase. She wants fighters who are already trained and, making it big. She's a greedy bitch that knows nothing about MMA. If anyone doesn't belong here, it's her.I'm nervous Tate may get hurt under Debs' watch.Flexing my hands, anger pools in my chest that I even care. I let go of Tate a long time ago, I need to keep it that way.Stepping out of the locker room, I find Thomas and Debs sitting next to the ring. Debs has this love struck look on her face, and is completely ignoring Tate. Again.Minding my business I climb into the ring, jumping on feet and roll my shoulder
TateThomas and Debs leave early, along with a lot of the other trainers and fighters. The storm has picked up, and nobody wanted to get caught in the middle of it. It's just Camden and I. Alone.The gym is filled with so much tension even a perfect combo couldn't split through it.Camden keeps looking at me, and I can't help but sneak a few glances myself. My body is vibrating with sexual tension as I watch him. He's something else when he's in his element. I can't believe he helped me today, it was a surprise to see him being... nice. I was humiliated I have been hitting wrong all this time, but I'm relived he taught me. I don't think my wrists could have gone another minute going the way I was.To be honest, I kind of wish he was mean to me because when he's nice I want him that much more. When I left four years ago it hurt, I felt like I was dying from the inside out of loneliness. I went from doing everything with Camden, to nothing. I must have adapted to that pain
16 Years OldCamdenSitting on my front steps I watch the cars leave Tate's house. Her mom passed away yesterday and family has been there every second of the day. I left my window open last night in case she needed me, but she never came. I'm trying to give her time to heal, but its killing me.Grabbing my old baseball cap, I slip it on and head toward the train tracks behind our house."Hey Camden!" Stopping, I turn and find Felicia with some other girls."Oh, hey." I give a wave."My parents are gone tonight, you want to come over?" She twirls her hair, and bats her eyes. She knows Tate is my girl, she also knows Tate is going through a lot. It's no secret around school she puts out, and I would be a liar if the idea of getting laid hasn't crossed my mind. But I want Tate, she's making me work for it. But she's worth it."Nah, I got plans." Tugging my cap down, I continue toward the tracks.Pushing pass the brush I spot Tate propped up against the large tree that
TateAfter running two miles I shower, letting the hot water set into my aching calves. I only had to stop ten times while I heaved for breath. I fell once bruising and skinning my knee, and my toes are aching from my tight tennis shoes.I'm really out of shape.Pulling on my sports bra, and loose cross back tank top, I head out the door to my dad's house.I'm dreading this dinner. It won't go well, I don't know why Journey insists on us doing this family thing. We aren't a family anymore, not since mom died.Passing Camden's parent's house the moving truck is gone today, but his sexy car is still in the drive way. Hurt aches in my chest as I think about never being his again. When I moved to LA, it hurt and it was the toughest thing I've ever done breaking ties with Camden, I always thought in my head that maybe one day we'd get back together. That hope laced itself in my soul severed last night. Reality punching me in the gut at full force. I lost the only boy I ever
CamdenA commotion next door grabs my attention. There's yelling and cursing, all coming from Tate's house. Setting my dinner aside I peek through the curtains and find two people in Tate's front yard. It's so dark I can't make out what is going on, but it doesn't look good.Turning the porch light on, I step outside, the unmistaken sound of a fist connecting with bone being heard and a rush of energy surges through me.Moving quick off the porch steps, I head onto the Davis's yard, and my heart stops. A big mother fucker has Tate pinned to the ground, and is trying to secure her hands above her head. My eyes widen and mouth parts as I start that way, ready to end the life of whoever is on top of her. Her wrists being so tiny, she slips through and punches the guy in the face so hard he wavers. Like a match igniting gasoline I sprint forward. The need to protect Tate my only thought, bad blood between us is history. Nobody touches her but me.He thrusts his fist right int
17 Years OldTate"I don't think this is a good idea Camden." Biting my nails I eye the green T-bird."Babe, how are you ever going to learn if you don't try?" Camden, opens the driver side door with a lazy grin spreading across his face. His blond hair is long and falling in his eyes effortlessly. Seriously, how did I get so lucky to land the ruggedly good looking Camden Steel? Of course I don't ask him that, his ego is big enough. I've had my permit for a while now, but with mom's death I just didn't ever get around to getting my license. Camden has been up my ass about getting it."What if I wreck it?" I worry. "Then, you've added some character to it," he laughs.Knowing I'm not going to get out of this, I slide behind the wheel. The seats are clothed and soft, and the steering wheel is worn from previous drivers. It took Camden years of saving to get a car. He's worked at a mechanic shop learning how to fix cars, and has saved every pay check.Turning the key in the
Seven months laterI watch Camden fight in the ring. His body is sweaty, his muscles bulging as he circles the ring. He's the sexiest thing I've seen. We've been training side by side every day for the last six months. We found a trainer in LA and flew them to Chicago to prepare Camden and I. Camden for this fight, and I have a fight next month in Detroit. WE are doing it, we are making dreams come true. We just had to have each other to make it happen.The crowd is going wild, chanting Camden's name as he takes Jake the Snake to the ground. I stand on my toes my fingers crossed as I watch Camden. Camden still as he straddles Jake on the floor. He looks to the side, looking for me. His extra push.I shove past the MFC crew and into the stage lights where he can see me. I give my nod, and it's all he needs. He flips Jake into a Rear Naked Choke hold and Jake instantly taps out. Camden jumps to his feet in victory."YOU DID IT!!" I scream jumping up and down in my spot. Ca
One week later.CamdenHitting the bag I display I don't have cage rust, and can still fight. My new coach watches pensively, his eyes narrowed with focus. His name is Les and he's fifty-three years old, and a retired MMA fighter. He's strict, but has a lot of respect for the sport. "You definitely have a strong hit, Camden. Let's see what you have when it comes to grappling." Les points at a man standing outside the ring. "Camden, this is Franklin, he's going to be your own living breathing punching bag."Franklin is the same height as me, looks to be the same age. Only difference is he has a bleach blond pretty boy haircut, and an eagle tattooed on his chest. He'll be a good sparring buddy, but he's not Pinky. I should refer Pinky here, he'd have a much better outcome and he could be my personal sparring partner.Until then, this guy will have to do.Franklin tries to grab me and I turn on my feet putting him into a choke hold. He's not very quick, and doesn't seem very
TateThe next day I grab everything I have on The Underground, and shove it into an unmarked envelope. NDA, Rules, Plane ticket, all of it.Stamping the dorms address on the front, I drop it off at the post office and await for Keegan to get it.I may not be able to say a word about The Underground but what is stopping some college student who is looking for her shot at a news anchor position from getting some anonymous tip?The Underground hurt someone I love, and who knows how many people died after being put in the cage like savage animals. It has to stop.CamdenLying in bed I stare up at the dark ceiling. Thoughts of trying to get back in the octagon keeping me up.I didn't kill Chase, so maybe I can get back in the game.The thought circles in my mind like a horror show on repeat. Tate stirs next to me and I move my arm off of her, nervous I'm putting too much weight on her."Can't sleep?" she mumbles half asleep. I furrow my brows in thought."Do you th
TateThree Days LaterI lay in Camden's bed, my body aching from head to toe. The second day was the worst when it came to pain, and each day gets better but I still hurt. My bruises are black and purple and look horrible. Breathing is still a chore with it comes to my ribs too. It's going to take some time to heal from this one.My hands under my chin, I stare at the half empty duffle bag sitting on the floor across the room. I paid Dad's debt and the house. He doesn't know, and I don't plan on telling him. I'm hoping he just thinks the banks gave up trying to get money. If I told him I took care of everything he'd think of it as a handout when in reality I'm trying to keep us together. My family is too fragile to lose something so sentimental. It would break us all over again if we lost the house.Fingers walk up my spine, as Camden lays next to me on his bed. The hairs on my neck raise from the tickle they leave behind."How do you feel?" he whispers in my ear. His brea
TateCamden and I sit in the back of the car on the way to the air-port. I made Debs get her own ride in fear of me killing her before we reached the air-port. Upon leaving The Underground I can feel Camden's concern and worry dissipating into anger.He's going to be mad, but I'm just glad he knows."I can't believe you gave up the contract after all that," Camden mutters under his breath as he stares out the window."It was the right thing to do," I reply, looking at my feet.His head whips in my direction. His face turning into a blistering red."The right thing to do was to tell me about it! You lied! You fucking betrayed me... AGAIN!" I swallow, tears threatening to spill from bloodshot eyes. My heart beats against my chest in panic, looking for the words to defend my actions but they're lost. Every excuse floating in my head so fast I can't grab on to one."I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but you weren't completely honest with me either-" I cry."I've been complete
CamdenMy untapped fists drive into Chase's face one after another. So much anger and rage release through each it, I can't fucking stop.Each hit ricocheting from my knuckles up my wrist and forearm, the sound of skin against skin fueling me toward dominating this mother fucker.Nobody lays a hand on my woman.It's just monster against beast now.He struggles trying to block my hits but his weak attempts are no match for my experience.His legs come up trying to wrap around me and I anchor myself on top of him, he's not going anywhere.My vision turns red as rage takes over my original intent of being in this fucking cage. I came to protect Tate, but being in this ring the beast wants out. A feral roar rips up my throat as I grab hold of Chase's head ready to snap his life into nothing. Chase's mangled faces blurs into Bret's and I clinch my eyes shut. "You know what I think you're problem is? You're stuck in the past and can't move forward Camden. You have to forg
CamdenPissed that Tate hasn't even texted me back I throw the fucking phone across the gym as a roar erupts through my throat."Dude, what the fuck?" Cate lifts her hands up as she eyes my shattered phone.Swiping my hands through my hair I exhale an angry breath."I can't find Tate anywhere and she's not answering her phone." I inform frantically. I know she didn't leave town because all of her stuff is still at mine and her dads place. So where the fuck is she?Cate's eyes flick to the left way too quickly. Her part mouth and sudden tension telling me she knows something."Do you know where she is?" I ask more aggressively than I intended.She rubs at her forehead."Look, I heard Debs and Tate talking the other day and I heard she was fighting in a place in Nashville Tennessee-""A fight?" I step forward my heart skipping a beat. I didn't hear anything about a fight, surely Tate would have told me, why would she not?"Yeah, an underground one or something. I thou
TateThree weeks come and go. It's not been easy keeping this from Camden or my family. It's killing me. I feel like shit, and have almost told Camden on more than one occasion, but then I fear maybe something bad would happen to them if they did know. Thankfully with all the training I've been doing with Camden, and fucking, his mission of trying to figure out what I'm hiding as faded. I love being close to Camden when were naked and in bed, but it's a mere band aid to the guilt eating me from the inside out. Paranoia has me on edge, and constantly angry.I can't keep doing this. I'm going to tell Camden when I get back. I have to. I love him and don't want this to come between us. I don't want to lose him again. Not over this."You ready?" Debs asks grabbing her suitcase from the conveyer belt. The sound of airplanes and idle chit chat from the airport near deafening.I inhale a ragged breath and grab my bags as well."As I'll ever be."Nashville is hot, and ... full o
TateLooking over the NDA my head spins. Party A, and provisions all sounding the same. "Do I get a copy of this?" I ask thumbing the pages that seem to go on forever."Yes." Debs huffs giving me more papers to read and sign. "Just make sure you keep it in a vault or locked up. Silvia is not joking around when it comes to disclosure."Sitting back in the gyms chair I exhale looking over the paper's again. "This seems sketchy, illegal even. Does the MFC know about it?" I look up at Debs who is biting her nails."I don't know, who cares. It gets you to the top and us rich," she quips.I hate her outlook. There is more to the game then getting rich. "What about respect?" I ask.She eyes me like I'm crazy, and that's how I know we are of a different breed. After this fight, I think I need to find another coach.The doors to the gym open, blowing posters along the wall everywhere.Someone's here. Quickly I push my copy of the NDA and rules in my gym bag and stand