I Hate You, I Love You | Challengers

Twenty Eight | whoops sorry.

PRESENT TIME -

• SABRINA

As Sabrina stepped onto the court, her gaze swept across the stands, where Patrick, Art, and Tashi sat. Art and Tashi perched above Patrick, their hands entwined in a display of affection that he couldn't help but notice.

Sabrina's mother, Victoria, sat primly, her face a mask of expectation. Sabrina grinned at her, her eyes holding a hint of defiance. The trio in the stands glanced at each other, sensing a shift in Sabrina's demeanor. Her attire, adorned in the color black, seemed like an ominous sign.

As the match commenced, Sabrina's movements were fluid and calculated. Yet, there was a subtle disconnect in her strokes, a slight hesitation that seemed to escape her opponents' notice. But not the trio in the stands. Their keen eyes followed every hit, every breath, every glance.

Sabrina's first serve whizzed past her opponent and slammed into Victoria's face with a satisfying thud. A perfect shot, delivered with surgical precision. The umpire issued a warning, but Sabrina merely shrugged it off. 'Whoops, sorry,' she said, her eyes twinkling. 'It slipped.'

As the match progressed, Sabrina continued her calculated game. She served another ball straight at Victoria, this time earning a more severe warning.

With a swift and sudden movement, she faked an injury, her screams echoing through the court.

Patrick and Art rushed to her side, along with the paramedics. They examined her arm, but found no visible damage. The umpire declared Ella Mack the victor due to Sabrina's supposed injury.

Victoria's voice pierced the air as she screamed in disbelief. But Sabrina had achieved her goal. She had faked her injury to end her tennis career with a bang and to defy her mother's suffocating control.

As the paramedics carried Sabrina off the court.

Sabrina's fake injury became a symbol of her emancipation. She had freed herself from the expectations of her mother and carved her own path in life. As she lay in her hospital bed, a faint smile played across her lips.

She had finally found her revenge, not through victory, but through calculated deceit, but it wasn't over yet, she may have ended her tennis but her mother's revenge for sleeping with her fiance wasn't over.

• GABRIELLA AND LUNA

Gabriella, her eyes blazing, marched towards Victoria.

Patrick, just back from Sabrina's match. Luna, clung to his arm, her eyes wide with curiosity.

'Prince Charming,' she squealed, pointing at the escalating drama. Patrick spun her around, a playful grin on his face. 'Princesa,' he chuckled, 'What are you—?' He followed her gaze at her mother walking over to Victoria and burst out laughing shaking his head.

Gabriella, fueled by a simmering rage, had cornered Victoria at the bar. 'Out of all the horrible things you've done, this would be the worst,' Gabriella hissed, her voice dripping with venom. 'You're daughter's fiancé.' She slammed her fist on the counter, the sound echoing through the lobby. 'Perra estúpida!' she spat, throwing  her drink at Victoria's face.

The barman, caught in the crossfire, cleared his throat. 'Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.'

Gabriella turned to him, her fury undiminished. 'Or take this outside?'
Victoria, speechless and shaken, could turn to flee.

Luna, recognizing the opportunity for a little mischief, unleashed a blast of pepper spray on the fleeing woman. Victoria screamed, her eyes stinging and watering. Patrick couldn't help but grin at the sheer audacity of it all.

Sabrina was too sweet of a person to actually severely hurt her mother, but Gabriella, she would.

He grabbed his phone and texted sabrina, - 'gabs is here'

Gabriella, unfazed by the commotion, grabbed Victoria by the arm and dragged her out of the hotel. 'Fuck you,' she growled, throwing Victoria on the floor outside the hotel

'how about we take a little trip, Victoria' Gabriella's voice laced with venom, Victoria gasped.

'coming, sweets' she asked her daugther Luna who nodded

• PATRICK

Patrick laughing... Oh he just knew Victoria was in for it.. One thing he loved about the Vega girls, was how they were do protective of Sabrina and Gracie..

He knew how Gabriella could be, his had his fair share of fights and her smacking him in the face for been an idiot.. so he knew that she wasn't going to go easy on her.

•  LATER THAT NIGHT
ART AND PATRICK

The stream room.

the tension between Patrick and Art reached boiling point. Their pasts collided like thunder, their words sharp and piercing. Sabrina's name hung in the air, a ghost from their shared history.

'How's Gracie?' Art prodded, his smirk hinting at a hidden agenda.

Silence hung heavy in the air as Patrick's eyes narrowed. Art rose to his feet, his voice dripping with malicious intent.

'You won't the only one who fucked Sabrina that night,' Art said, his smirk widening. A surge of fury coursed through Patrick's veins. He lunged at Art, pinning him against the bench seat. Hands tightened around Art's neck, but Art's smile remained unyielding. He had Patrick exactly where he wanted him. He gripped his hands on his thigh, intensely looking at each other.

A swift motion, Art countered, pushing Patrick away. As Art sauntered out of the room, a satisfied smirk played on his lips.

Leaving Patrick is wonder,

if Art was the father?

Meanwhile, in a distant car, .

'Oh my God, Victoria!' Gabriella exclaimed, her voice laced with mock sympathy. 'Let us help you.' As sirens approached, Gabriella and Luna disappeared into the night, leaving behind a trail of deceit and shattered lives. Gabriella called Sabrina 'hey chica, you're mothers in hospital, there's been a terrible accident' she spoke with sarcasm

'why am I getting the impression that you had something to do with this?' Sabrina asked

'because I did, I don't think it's minor injuries.. how things on your end?'

'perfect!' Sabrina said smiling

'Were on our way now, question would you would miss, Nate if I was to throw him off a cliff?' Gabriella asked

'i don't know.. you're already in shit for my mother, do you want to be in for that too'

'oh please, nobody suspects a thing... Wolfsbane or cliff?' she asked Sabrina

'wolfbane?' Sabrina asked with concern 'Nate or my mother?'

'Nate, the puto needs to be 6 feet under' Gabriella amused 'so does your mother, but I can't do that to Gracie... So wolfsbane or cliff?'

'how about, Nada... Why not leave it and let karma take it cause.' Sabrina laughed

'nada.. can I least cut him once' Gabriella asked annoyed at Sabrina's good girl speech

'gabs, I need you.. please' Sabrina said with a slight sadness to her voice

'im on my way' Gabriella said starting the car driving to New Rochelle..

The Vega girls make a pit stop for snacks and beverages. But what they were about to walk into was a sight they didn't want to see...