When we get the arena its small but has a lot of people. The ring is in the center of the room, and theres plastic chairs set up all around. I am in a room getting ready and my nerves are crazy. I havent done this in forever. Obviously.
Me and Damien are talking about how this works and what i have to do. "Babygirl, break a leg. Well not literally, but uhm, you know what i mean." I laugh. "I know Damien." I smile at him and hug him. "Ready?" he asks. "Yeah." I say.
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I'm in the ring and i have my gear and everything and im ready. I feel my adrenaline kick in. As soon as the whistle goes my body shoots forward and i throw a punch. Its like my body has a mind of its own. I'm punching and blocking and kicking. Its like ive been doing it my whole life. She punches me in the jaw and i know ill have a bruise. I get suddenly angry. I think about everything that makes me angry and take it out on this girl. I punch her square in the face and she falls to the floor. I win.
Damien gets me out and I get my money. I don't know why I need this but it's nice. I'll just save it. Or something. I'm thinking about how I just won a fight that i have not done in forever. I see why they wanted me. My head starts pounding and I have the worst headache. I sit down and Damien goes to get water. I close my eyes and a flashback occurs.
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"BABYGIRL!!!!" Damien smiles and runs up to me. "Hi baby." He kisses me on the nose. "Congratulations, you finally lost." I smile. "I know. Thank you. Such a big accomplishment." I laugh a little. I'm on a stretcher in a small room and getting looked at. Never had I lost a fight and I wanted to see if I even could. "Ms. Armour, yes you have a minor concussion and a broken rib. I would like to recommend taking it easy for the next month. I have printed out guidelines for you to follow and a nurse will be in shortly to checkup with you." I laugh to myself. Me and Damien both know I won't take it easy. I will probably get high and get in another fight within the next week. The doctor walks out of the room and I punch Damien. "I feel fine. I'm fighting." He doesn't like when i'm high or drunk or even fighting sometimes. The boss walks in. "Olivia fxcking Armour what the shxt was that? I pay you to WIN fights not get fxcked up and lose them. Get your act together kid. You're an amazing fighter. Just imagine the damage you could do. You could be a professional. But not the way you're going." He walks out and the nurse walks in.
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"Hey Damien." I say when he walks back. "Yes beautiful?" "Why did i lose that fight?" He looks confused. "What are you talking about you won...?" "I mean before I mean when I did this alot. When we dated." He looks sad. "You had a drug problem. I mean you could afford rehab but your family couldn't know about it. They didn't even know you had a job. You lost so you wouldn't have the money to spend on drugs. You lost so you could protect yourself." "What did I do?" "You kept fighting. Winning. Using." "What did I use Damien?" "Mostly pills and pot." I sink down. "Why didn't you stop me?" I mean it could have been worse. I could've been a coke addict. But still. "I tried. But you would beg or you would go behind my back. I was losing you." I haven't had any withdrawal symptoms since before the accident then. But why? "Did I end up stopping?" "You stopped one month before the accident. It was a horrible month but still you were trying."
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That night I went to my best friends. "Livvy, how's everything going?" She asked. I mean how do I even begin to answer this question? Among everything I'm beginning to find out. How do I know who to choose when I find out everything. Who will I want to be? What will I want to do? Its so hard. "I'm great!" I say, trying to silence the thoughts in my head.
"Okay, well what's up?" She says. Casual as always. "Not much, really just wanted to see you. Want to go get pizza from Pizza Fiasco?" I say smiling. I love spending time with her. She can get my mind off of everything.
"Let's go!" She says jumping up grabbing her keys. I get up and follow her to the door looking at her house and wishing I knew why I did the things I did.
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"Hello welcome to Pizza Fiasco! How can I help you?" A tall, light skinned male with the tips of his curls dyed blonde says to us smiling. "Just one slice of Pepperoni with extra cheese, and," she looks up at me, "ham and extra cheese please. Two slices." I say looking up at the boy whose name is Connor according to his name tag.
"So, liv, what's going on?" Stella says seriously. "Nothing. Just wanted to see you. I miss spending time with you!" She smiles. Connor comes back with the pizza and Stella starts flirting.
"So Connor, how long have you worked here?" She says showing off her white perfect smile. "About a month now." He says frowning. He looks at me. "Here's my number. Call or text. Whatever you want ham and cheese." He says and winks. I look at Stella and fake vomit.
"Now that, was cheesy." We laugh and eat our pizza together.
Of course I was right. Took my mind right off of my problems from earlier in the day.
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أدب المراهقينPain Changes People. Well Thats What Olivia Armour Was Always Told Anyway, And In Her Case Its True. --------------------------- “Crying isnt a signal of weakness, its proof youre alive." Mr. Nelson says to me. He has never mentioned my name. I don...
