A Cry For Help ( One Direction)

Chapter 4

Hailey's POV

I could hear the roar of the crowd, the flashes of the reporter's. All trying to get one simple snap of me. I dont know why, yet I never do. Im no one special, just an orphan, a nobody, a reject. No one will ever love me, no will ever be there for me. Im alone. I alway's have been. Every one is alway's walking away or simply taken away. Im alone. Im Hailey. And im alone.

Today was my last fight before going on tour with the boy's. Everyone was excited and amped up, everyone except me. I thought this would be a good thing, but now im not so sure. I mean i'll still fight, but I dont see the point in it. I'll win, I alway's do.

My thought's were cut off when the door's burst open. I turned my head and immediatley felt a surg or coldness and anger hit me. TJ stood infront of me, his chest pumping up and down, his breathing heavy.

" Get out, Tahjan." ( Tay-Shawn) I spoke coldly, using his full name. I've only ever used his full name once and that was when I was ready to fire his ass. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him gulp slightly.

" Hail-" I cut him off abruptly. Spinning on my heel's I faced his shocked expression.

" My name is Rebel here. I am not talking with you now and if you still want your job then leave. Now." I commanded. Just as I expected TJ walked out the door with out looking back. His job much more important than our 'friendship'.

I sighed and looked down at my bright red short short's. They had legging material so they were stretching and ending just at the top of mid thigh. I wore a black and red sport's bra and my hair was in it regular pony tale.

" Here we have our all time Champion, Rebel tonight. It's a surprise fight for all our lovely fan's out there. Why don't you come on out Rebel?"

TJ's voice rang through the arena, the crowd roaring even louder than before. I walked up the step's toward the ring, my head held high, a cocky smirk plastered to my face. I walked up to the middle of the ring where both TJ and a ref stood.

When I got to them, I threw both my fist's up, turning in a full circle, facing all my fan's. I could see so many faces, all showing 'awe, happiness, love', and so much more. I felt my smirk become a little less fake, but it was still pretty fake. It alway's is....

The sound of booing brought me out of my thought's for the second time tonight. I turned to see 'crusher' coming on stage, his own cocky smirk on his face. I swear this dude was doing steriod's to have such bulging muscles.

I narrowed mye eye's at him before nodding toward TJ reluctantly. He then nodded to the ref who motioned for us to fist bump and then back up. He held his finger's up in the air, counting down from three. Right before the bell rang, crusher charged at me, sending his fist into my jaw.

Surprised from the attack, I was sent backward's. I could hear the booing growing louder and TJ screaming at the ref's, but I payed attention to the figure looming over me. He want's to play dirty, I''ll play dirty.

I did what I did to TJ, sending my foot run up his ball's. I then flipped from my back onto my feet and sent my fist flying into the side of his face. I then backed up, waiting for him to get up. I could feel at the anger, the sadness, the numbness all bottle up in me, ready to be releassed.

Just as he was getting to his feet, I was there, sending my fist into his stomach, side stepping the fist coming toward me. I taunted him by sending a smirk and a wink in his direction. He growled and came charging at me. I ducked under his feet just as he was in front of me, and appeared behind him, sending my fist at the back of his neck.

He crumpled from the pain. But he got up sooner than I thought and got a kick to my leg, sending my to my knee's. His fist then hit the side of my stomach, right near my rib's. I hissed and punched his nose, hearing it crack before the blood started to run down his face.