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Chapter Nineteen

Alexa's POV:

It's been a week since we confessed our love and ever since we have been extremely close. He doesn't know Kate was living with me but I decided to get her her own apartment anyways to keep him from finding out. She attends college and works at Starbucks to help cover some bills, she insisted. Ace didn't know about her. I was afraid he would ask questions. They would all lead back to Blake and I wasn't ready for him to find that out yet. Of course occasionally he tries to question my scars but I blow it off like its nothing. He even brought up my family once or twice but I moved around the topic. I already met his family and I think they like me. He's really helping me open up to people and I feel more like my old self everyday. He took off the rest of this semester at college and is taking his classes online. He's going back next semester though and he keeps persevering me to join him. But I don't have time for it.

Today I have a fight. She's an average fighter. Erica Gray. Not a big deal, I could take her easily. Ace decided to take me to the park so I can have a little fun before the match tonight. We were currently laying under the tree we had been at before. His fingers moving through my hair as I layed on his lap. He was leaning against the tree seeming lost in thought. I don't even think he realized his hand was moving through my hair. Suddenly a thought came to me.

"Do you remember when you told me my life could be a story?" I asked quietly. He hummed a yes in response. "I think your wrong." I stated. He sat up and looked down at me. Him leaning on his elbow and giving me a confused look.
"How so?"

"There wouldn't be a happy ending." I whispered.

Ace's POV:

My fingers stilled in her hair and I stared down at her.

"Your not happy?" I asked timidly. She rose from my lap and looked at me in the eye. "Do you think I'm happy watching people get hurt because of me? Because of my pain? Yeah while I'm fighting, it's thrilling and I don't care, but then you look at the person. And you just think... That was me."

She paused for a second and realized what she said a little to late.

"What do you mean? That was you." I asked timidly. My anger seemed to double and I wasn't sure why. I knew about her scars. I knew she was fighting for pain, but now she's admitting that someone had hurt her long ago. 

"Look. Ace. Your just going to have to accept that there are things I can't talk about. Not because I'm not allowed to or that I'm in danger if I do. I just can't openly admit it all." Her head went back on my lap and she stared up at me. She was waiting for my reaction. I wanted her to tell me. To trust me. We can't have a relationship without trust and if she doesn't trust me enough to share this secret then how can we have a relationship? I don't care. As long as she's okay. I'm sure she will tell me at some point in the future.

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Tonight was the big fight. Alexa would be fighting some girl named Erica Gray. I know her moves. I've been studying her so I can explain everything to Alexa. When I walked in the locker room, I came up behind her. She was just wearing her shorts. Her back flexed and you could see all her muscles perfectly move. After putting on her sports bra she turned around with that damn raised eyebrow. I groaned and fixed myself. Why does she do that to me. She chuckled lightly and came up to me with a light peck to the corner of my mouth. I wasn't having it though. I quickly grabbed the back of her head and slammed her to me devouring her addicting lips. When we both pulled back, I checked her over. I don't like people seeing all her skin. She mine. But this is how she fights I guess and I don't want to get her hurt by making her wear baggy clothes. Then I notice her left hip. The scar peeking over the shorts.

I trace it softly, then look back up at her. "Please just tell me something small. Something about these scars. We can do this everyday. You only have to give me small details. I just have to know." I begged her. I knew better but the curiously was killing me inside and out. I saw the look of shame cross her face. She pecked me softly on the lips and finally took pity on me.

"Before freshman year, I was different. I told you how I was shy and stuttered. Kate was more open. She was more social even though we were classified as nerds. We were so different and my dad saw that.

"Giving birth to twins is hard. My mother was very petite. Fragile. She died after giving birth to me." Tears were slowly coming down my face. I was telling him a price of me. I've never told anyone this before. I've never had someone to tell. Everything that's happened to me is only known by me and the person that had done it. I looked at Aces face to see confusion. He was deep in thought. Maybe I've said to much already. My fight was about to happen. But for some reason, I couldn't quit. It was like I needed someone to tell.

"I was a murderer to my father. He blamed me, an infant child, for the death of my mother. Kate was the golden child to him. He abandoned me. Gave me leftovers, treated me like a dog. Later on he found a new wife that he made us call our mom. They came home drunk every night. Barely feeding us or taking us to school. It was hard. Then the beating started. They weren't bad."

Not as bad as Blake's of course. I started putting on my sneakers.

"But I still felt the need to protect Kate. She was my sister after all. So I took more beatings then her on purpose.... Everything changed after freshman year."

I stood up and fixed my ponytail then walked out of the locker room. I wasn't going to let that get to me.

I had a fight to win.

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