But you love me

I just left. Simple as that.

Raelyn's POV:

I have to admit I felt horrible about lying to Adrienne. She's so trusting and sweet, and I sort of took advantage of that.
But I can't stop. I have a good reason. An incredibly good reason.

So I'm still going. And if I'm honest, it's making me feel a lot more confident, all of these wins. I ignored the person in front of me, and prepped my bandaged hand. It was beginning to hurt from coming back here every week.

I didn't care anymore. I just needed to win.

The whistle sounded and I sprang forwards, delivering punch after punch to my opponents chest.

He screamed at me, and I sighed, avoiding his attacks. I tripped him and within 3 seconds he was done for.

Personal best, fifty six seconds.

I grinned, surveilling the massive crowd with glee.

They loved me. Since I'm forced to be here I might as well enjoy it. Adrienne won't know anyways.

My thought was cut short when I saw a flash of light brown hair and teary eyes.

I stared in horror as Adrienne locked her eyes with mine.
There was no adoration any more, not even lust. There was only disgust, and disappointment.

I squeezed my eyes shut and wished that it didn't have to be this way. I turned on my heel and entered the wings once more.

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Adrienne's POV:

After seeing the unbothered and happy look on Raelyn's face, I knew. I finally understood. She loved the thrill of the fight. She didn't care about who she was up against, she just got some sick kick out of hurting people, and people loved her for it.

I shouldn't have believed Matt's bullshit story about her.

When she finally met my eyes, her bravado seemed to falter for an instant. She looked.. scared. Raelyn fucking Greyhound. Scared.
Then just like that, she left, leaving behind her victim, and any hope that we could ever be together again.

I didn't need to see the next fight. I knew she'd win. I still had that much faith in her.

I just left. Simple as that.

I got in the taxi and drove back to New York. I paid, got out, and went home. I cried into Amelie's shoulder, and she tried to make me feel better, but to no avail. I was well and truly heartbroken.

Fuck Raelyn. Fuck her pretty grey eyes, and her stupid perfect lips. Fuck her incredible charisma, and her charming smile. Fuck how I feel- felt, when I am- was around her. Fuck Raelyn Greyhound, the biggest liar of the century.

Amelie just accepted my ranting, and quietly hugged me for the next few hours. Amelie is amazing. She's my best-friend, and I love her so much.
I don't know what I'd do without her.

My phone rang.

Raelyn.

Great, she's alive.
I declined the call and settled down on the sofa with Amelie.

Raelyn.
Again??
I declined.

Message from 'Raelyn'

I received about twenty more from her before I let Amelie block her. I didn't read them. I didn't care.

I just sat there, with Amelie, wondering why she did it.

Amelie said she had a good reason.

I didn't believe her.

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'Get off of my doorstep.' I gently kicked Raelyn's sleeping body, and she woke with a start.

'Adrienne, I'-

I ignored her pleas and took the elevator. She squeezed in just as it was about to close.

'Get away from me.'

'No.' She said simply, and I slapped her, hard. She held the side of her face, tears appearing in her eyes. I knew it wasn't because of the slap. She's dealt with worse than that.

'Fuck off.' I pressed the button angrily, and when the doors finally opened, I stalked out, not sparing her a glance.

'Adrie'- the doors to the elevator closed, and I left the building.

The next few weeks were a pain. Every morning she was there, and every night when I got home, she was hanging around in the corridor, waiting for me.

Each day she brought something different. Flowers, chocolates, sugar roses; and each day I ignored her.

It pained me to see her like this, with dark bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. She still looked gorgeous, and it irritated me how much I wanted her.
But I kept a stiff upper lip and pretended she didn't exist.

When I got into my apartment, there were letters from her, each one saying just how sorry she was. But I didn't care, or at least I'm pretty sure I didn't.

Amelie was tired of it too, Raelyn would beg her to talk to me, but Amelie, loyal as ever, would ignore her.

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I'd finally began to come to terms with the reality of Raelyn, but she still hadn't gotten the hint.

I finally decided to move away. Amelie begged me to stay, but in the end I convinced her to come with me.

We went to live with my uncle Leo, in Manhattan. He was happy to see me again, and welcomed us with open arms.

I didn't want Raelyn following me anymore, it hurt too much, so when I knew that she wasn't there, Amelie and I finally moved out.

We'd gotten the last of the boxes in the van, and I was going back to lock up, when Raelyn caught me in the stairs.

I tried to walk past her, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me to her.

I felt butterflies in my stomach, strong as ever, but I pushed them, and her, away.

'I'm moving out. Leave me alone Raelyn.'

'Please Adrienne, I'm sor'-

I locked up and left, my heart shattering bit by bit as I walked away.

'Don't follow me.' I managed, my voice shaking.

I got into the van with Amelie and stared deep into Raelyn's sad eyes as we drove off.