LAST FOREVER( Complete ✅️)

chapter 25: WHAT THE...

The room hummed with anticipation as I carefully packed my new wardrobe, the vibrant colors and sleek designs reflecting the positivity that had embraced my life in the past week. I had finally gotten my signing bonus and decided to treat myself just a little bit. Tristan's voice, warm and reassuring, echoed through the phone as we discussed the upcoming match. For the first time, the nervous flutter in my stomach was replaced by a confident calmness.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Tristan's voice flowed through the phone, a gentle reminder of the support he'd been offering lately. He was actually acting like a proper gentleman which made me smile.

"Absolutely," I responded, a smile playing on my lips. "Thanks to you, I'm feeling more confident than ever. It's like you've become my lucky charm or something."

He chuckled, "well that just makes me happy. Maybe after the match you will let me take you out for dinner?"

"Hmmm I just might," I blushed and the conversation continued, weaving through topics that ranged from mundane to heartfelt. Lately, Tristan had been more than just a charming distraction; he'd become a source of comfort and encouragement. Its as if someone had hit him over the head and he had gotten back to his senses.

After bidding Tristan goodnight, I made my way to Kayla's house. Our science project awaited, and I assumed it would be a straightforward task. I had called Kayla earlier and she said she would be at home so it was better to do the project at her house. She had all the equipment that we needed and what was even better was that her older sister was a scientist.

Approaching Kayla's mansion, I couldn't help but marvel at the opulence. I rang the doorbell twice and nobody answered. So I decided to knock instead. The door, however, clicked open ominously, filling the air with a sense of unease. Instinctively, I reached for my pepper spray, why would the door just be open.

Calling out for Kayla yielded no response, and concern knitted my brow. Slowly, I entered the house, the quiet elegance now feeling like a stage for a suspenseful drama. Upstairs, the banging noises grew louder, guiding me like a disconcerting soundtrack.

With every step, my worry intensified, and as I approached the door where the banging sounds were coming from, a mixture of dread and curiosity gripped me. The door was slightly ajar, revealing a scene that made my heart plummet. I literally just wanted to unsee all of it. My jaw dropped to the ground and I felt like I was in a porn scene. He kept on banging her on top of her study desk doggy style. His ass was very much naked and facing my direction. They were so busy fucking non of them even realized I was there.

Kayla was entangled with an older man, a figure who looked disturbingly familiar. The revelation hit me like a tidal wave, and without a second thought, I retreated, leaving the unsettling scene behind. That must have definitely been her uncle that she was so in love with . It was so weird ,they had the same hair color and skin tone. It looked like she was being fucked by her own father it was just disgusting . Some Game Of Thrones type of shit.

The door clicked shut behind me, and the chilly night air offered a stark contrast to the heat of the moment. Thoughts swirled in my mind, and the weight of what I'd witnessed hung heavy on my shoulders. How could they be so careless though ,leaving the doors open like that. Was it some rich people behaviour to just be so careless.

Later that night Kayla called asking if I was still coming. I cringed and lied that I was too sick plus nervous about my match tomorrow so I needed some rest. She was really sorry ,she even promised she would do the whole project and submit it tomorrow for me. I didn't know what to think of Kayla now,she seemed like a very sweet girl and this uncle of her was actually abusing her.

The day of my match against the French girl arrived.The air in the locker room crackled with a mix of nervous energy and excitement as I pulled Sasha and Felicia aside. The events of the previous evening at Kayla's house hung heavy on my mind, and I needed to share my concerns with my newfound friends.

"Guys, we need to talk," I began, my voice hushed. Their curious gazes fixed on me, awaiting an explanation. "I saw something at Kayla's yesterday, something I never expected."

I recounted the disconcerting scene I stumbled upon, the shocking realization that Kayla might be facing abuse. Sasha's eyes widened in disbelief, and Felicia's expression hardened with determination.

"We can't let this slide. Kayla might be in serious trouble, this is not right her uncle shouldn't be doing this to her she is hardly eighteen yet," I explained, a sense of urgency in my tone. "We need to help her, get her out of that situation."

Sasha nodded, her voice filled with conviction. "You're right. If this started when she was a minor at sixteen, it's abuse, plain and simple. We need to talk to Kayla or find a way to get help for her."

Felicia sighed "I feel so bad we should have taken this more seriously the moment she confessed that night."

With a collective understanding, we decided to address the issue after the match. The weight of the impending confrontation lingered, but we couldn't let it distract us from the task at hand - the match that awaited me.

Stepping into the arena, the cheers of the crowd echoed, creating a pulsating rhythm. Tristan and Haden were both present, their contrasting presences creating an undercurrent of tension. I spotted my friends in the stands, their encouraging smiles providing a boost of confidence.

The first round of the match was tough. My opponent, a skilled French boxer, moved with precision and grace. Intimidation flickered briefly, but I shook it off. The cheers from my friends and the encouraging nods from my coach spurred me on.

As the rounds progressed, I utilized every move my coach had taught me. The intense training sessions came to life in the ring, and with each precise jab and strategic dodge, I gained control. The crowd roared as I fought back, the ebb and flow of the match intensifying.

In the final rounds, a surge of determination overcame me. The image of my grams flashed in my mind, a beacon of strength. Every punch thrown, every move executed, was fueled by the desire for a better life for both of us.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the match, and the arena erupted in cheers. My coach entered the ring, enveloping me in a congratulatory hug. Mr. Auser, with a wide grin, nodded approvingly. I smiled at him,my life had just begun.