I'll forgive when I forget ✔️

Chapter Three

***Ace to the side***

Ace POV:

"Alexa?"

Standing here in front of me was not the girl I remember. The head cheerleader, and most popular girl at school was no way a championship fighter? How much did I miss? Her perkiness seemed to disappear and now a permanent frown was etched onto her face. Her hair was longer with her bangs and layers grown out. She looked... Shallow. Different. I mean sure the bada$s look did well but I miss the girl that made me laugh and smile. The girl that when I first met her, she held this peaceful aura. Her laughter was contagious and she was playful. Now she looks like someone that could chop my bal!s off If I even looked at her wrong. I have to coach her? This should be fun. I hope she still remembers me though.

Before another thought could be made she grabbed my arm and hauled me to a closet full of equipment. "If you wanna have a go at this bad boy, you could have just asked." She quieted an eyebrow at my statement and crossed her arms. "Or I like them feisty too."

She looked disgusted which obviously has to be an act because, look at me. Who wouldn't want this?

"Don't call me Alexa anymore. I don't use that name so shut it. Next time it slips out I'll cut off your lips and staple them to your as$." She pushed me aside and left the closet with me confused. Why wouldn't she go by her name anymore? I like Alexa? But maybe Alex is more for her bada$s look she has going on. I get it. But I'm her coach now so I can tease her with it as much as I want. Damn, this just got exciting.
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Alex's POV:

Hearing 'Alexa' brought back some unwanted memories. The reason I left was so I could escape that. I didn't go to college of course. I just went straight to my coaches doorstep. Who would want someone like me to work for them anyways. I would have panic attacks and major breakdowns randomly. Plus I couldn't afford it. Fighting has helped me place that fear into anger. It helped me prove to myself that I'm not weak anymore. That he can't get to me now. I'm free. I'm finally free. And he will never get to me again. I'm famous and I'm strong. I started hitting a punching bag closest to me. All my anger and thoughts going into each hit. This is how I vent. How I get rid of it all. I never had a friend to talk to. Not a parent. He took that away. He made me fear him. Made me scared to tell. I thought what he was doing was right. I deserved it. But then the one night I met Ace. I realized... Maybe this wasn't me. It was him.

***flashback (Junior year, night she met Ace at the diner)***

<<<Warning; could be disturbing. Includes abuse and foul language.>>>

Blake and I said our goodbyes to Ryan and Ace. Ryan gave me the 'be careful' look while Ace gave me the 'somethings going on, and I will figure it out look'. Blake put his arm around my waist and pulled me extremely close to him when we walked out of the door. The breeze caught me by surprise and a shiver went down my spine. Blake pulled me closer and led me to his big blue truck. He opened the door for me and closed it behind me with a slam. The fear started to rise and I couldnt help but cower back into the seat and avoid eye contact as he entered. The car started and the ride was silent, like it usually is when hes angry. The drive seemed quicker because I was hoping for it to last longer. He pulled into the driveway of his mansion and got out of the car. He stormed into the house expecting me to follow when all I wanted to do was run. Run to anywhere but here. Of course the more rational side of me knew that would make it worse. That would make everything worse and lessen my freedom. Well the little freedom that i have. I slowly opened my door trying to draw as much time as possible but then I remembered the last time i made him wait. Thus making me sprint to the door and up the stairs. His door was slightly open and I pushed it open to see him standing in the middle of the room with his full 8-pack on show because of his lack of shirt. His hands were running through his hair while the anger seemed to build. "close the door." He demanded quietly but still threateningly. I turned towards the door and closed it. The click of it sliding closed rising my fears and before I could turn around, Blake had me up against the wall. A gasp left my lips but the pain was nothing compared to what was coming. "Am I not enough for you anymore Ally?" He snarled in my ear. I could hear the sound of his buckle coming undone amd traitorous tears fell to my cheek, already knowing what was to come. "You are." I whimper "He wasn't serious, he was j-"

"Shut up!" He roared. "Take off your jeans and panties Ally." I started shaking my head praying silently that he would forgive me,"Please no" I whispered. But he wouldnt have me disobeying. His hands found my button and undid my jeans himself, pulling them and my panties down in the process. I felt exposed but kept my hands on the wall, knowing better then to make him any angrier then he already was. I stepped out of them and he kicked them across the room then grabbed my waste and pulled me out some with my hands still on the wall so he has a better veiw of my as$. His hand cups one cheek and he says, "This is only mine. You are only mine. You belong to me and I will make sure you know this by the end of the night." The slam of a belt soon echoed in the room with my screams following shortly after.

*** End Of Flashback***

I didn't want to be only his though. I wanted Ace. He's what made me leave. He was my savior and the reason I decided I was good enough. I wanted him, not Blake.

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