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Chapter Twenty Six
Marebela

What was he doing here?

I followed Dolan to an empty seat on the bleachers. He brought me here to watch his fight. He wasn't even going to keep me company. This was not how a date was supposed to go, was it?

Maybe he thought showing off for me would make me find him more attractive.

He took his shirt off in one swift fashion and I didn't realize the figure he had underneath his clothes. His arms were burly and muscular. He had abs and veins covering his whole body.

Although he was in front of me, shirtless. My mind still travelled to Gunn and his veiny arms and hands. I visioned them all around my body and my throat? I didn't even know I had thoughts like these.

I felt my cheeks heat up as if Gunn could hear my thoughts. My legs clenched closed without realizing as well. I felt warm.

It seemed as though Gunn didn't even realize I was here. I hoped he never found out because I know that this was a secret he has wanted to keep hidden forever.

"I have to go now," he exclaimed. "I'm on in fifteen."

I smiled but I felt this wary feeling deep in the pit of my stomach.

Fights were violent and I couldn't handle it. I didn't know how to explain that to Dolan, so I decided to keep my mouth shut.

In the rows a few down from me. I spotted Slater, he had a water bottle in his hand and a white hand towel.

He stood up from his spot when he noticed the fighters start to get ready to fight. He approached Gunn's side and handed Gunn his water bottle which he engulfed in one smooth motion.

Everything he did was perfection. He made me feel things I never thought I would feel.

I wanted to forget about how he got what he wanted from me, a kiss, used me, and left.

His presence felt like a brainwashing machine that makes me forget about all the bad he had done.

My thoughts were ripped apart when I heard a loud punch echo through the stadium.

Gunn punched Dolan, hard enough to drag him to the ground.

I flinched. I forgot how triggering being around fights was for me. I should've told Dolan before going in his car not to take me to any violent surprises.

In my defence when he said it was a surprise. This was farthest from my mind.

The fight continued and the sounds echoed throughout the stadium louder and louder. My mind began to think about my stepmother.

I felt her sharp hands slap my cheek over and over.

"How do you not know how to make tea. Earl Grey Tea is written on the box. You deserve this," I she screamed in my face.

I wish the smallest things did not set her off on  a rampage.

She grabbed me by my ear, pulling small strands of my hair with it and dragged me down to the basement.

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