𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?| Robby Keene & Eli Moskowitz [COMPLETED]

𝒙𝒙𝒙𝒊𝒊𝒊. pathetic cameron larusso

chapter thirty-three:
❛ pathetic cameron larusso ❜

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The thud of Cameron's fists hitting the practice dummy echoed through the Cobra Kai dojo. Her punches were sharp, furious, each one carrying the weight of emotions she couldn't voice. Sweat trickled down her temples, her breath heavy as her body moved with a singular purpose: release. The relentless rhythm of her strikes filled the air, and her knuckles began to ache, but she didn't care. She needed this. She needed to hit something-anything.

In her mind, Sam's voice replayed like a broken record, cutting deep with every word: "You're a disgrace to the LaRusso name." The accusation stung worse than any punch she had taken, the memory searing into her like an old wound that refused to heal. Her family, her home, her identity-everything felt stripped away, and no matter how hard she tried to bury those feelings, they clawed their way back to the surface.

Cameron's new curls stuck to her damp forehead, the sharp chemical scent of the perm still lingering faintly. She'd done it on impulse, a desperate attempt to shed her old self, to rid herself of the girl who'd been pushed out of her family's life. But no amount of styling or reinvention could mask the anger bubbling inside her.

"Still at it?" Tory's voice cut through the tension like a knife.

Leaning casually against the wall, Tory crossed her arms and watched Cameron with an expression that was part amusement, part intrigue. She tilted her head, studying the way Cameron's punches grew harder, sloppier, as though each strike might finally extinguish the fire burning inside her. Cameron didn't answer, her focus fixed on the dummy in front of her.

A sharp grunt escaped her lips as she delivered one final, bone-rattling blow to the dummy. She stepped back, chest heaving, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. Her gaze wandered across the dojo, landing on Kyler and his pack of goons lounging near the benches, their laughter grating against her already frayed nerves.

Her lips curled into a sneer. "Pathetic," she muttered under her breath.

Tory raised an eyebrow, her curiosity shifting into amusement. "You gonna do something about it?"

Cameron didn't need any encouragement. Her anger reignited, she strode across the room with purpose, her footsteps echoing loudly against the polished floors. Tory trailed behind her, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips as she watched the scene unfold.

"You guys are pathetic," Cameron snapped, her voice cold and cutting as she approached Kyler's group. The laughter died instantly, their heads snapping toward her in surprise. "If you'd handled your business, we would have won that fight."