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

𝒍𝒙𝒊𝒗. camden lawrence

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR,
CAMDEN LAWRENCE

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The crowd was a blur of fists pounding on makeshift bleachers, voices echoing off cracked cement walls, and the metallic scent of sweat and blood hanging heavy in the air. It didn't smell like home-Los Angeles smelled like sunlight and beach air, like dojo mats and Daniel's Saturday morning pancakes. This place, though? This place was filth and fists. Survival and silence. This place was perfect.

Cameron-Camden, as they knew her here-stood in the center of the makeshift ring, her chest heaving with adrenaline, her mouth split in the corner. Blood ran down from her split lip, mixing with sweat on her chin. One eye was already purpling into a deep, ugly bruise, swelling like a balloon beneath the skin.

Her opponent-a woman in her mid-twenties with dyed red hair and fists like bricks-lay on her back, groaning, one hand clutching her ribs. The bell rang, but barely anyone noticed. The crowd was too hyped, too feral. Betting slips changed hands. Cheers and jeers and catcalls filled the warehouse.

Camden Lawrence didn't smile. She never smiled.

She raised her hand in the air and stepped over the woman, sweat dripping off her arms as she stalked back toward the ropes. Her boots-worn out black combat ones she'd found in a Goodwill bin-thudded against the mat. She didn't acknowledge the announcer. Didn't wave at the crowd. Didn't flex or posture like the other fighters.

Camden didn't care.

She dropped down from the ring with a wince. Her ribs ached from an earlier punch. Her eye throbbed. But it was nothing compared to the pain she was running from.

The memory was still sharp, even a month later.

Kwon's body, limp on the stone floor of the tournament arena. The blood. The silence. The screams that came seconds later.

Cameron had been frozen, paralyzed, stuck in that moment like it was a photograph pasted to the back of her eyelids. The sword, gleaming with crimson. The way time stopped around her. And how no one-not Sam, not Robby, not even Eli-had been able to bring her back from the edge.