A Soft Devil (COMPLETED)

Chapter 48

I fell in my chair and rubbed my temples along the way. If I thought I was scared shitless before, I must've been under reacting to how I'm feeling now. I was damn near having a panic attack.

I felt Kayla and Ethan drop down to their seats to talk to me.

"Cindy just breathe," Kayla whispered to me.

"What's wrong with her?" Ethan asked next.

"I know that nigga Ethan," I told him. "That's what's wrong."

"Is he better than Grayson or something?"

"He did street fights for money. That nigga's cold."

"Grayson's going to be fine and do great. Have some faith in him," Kayla told me, and she was right.

I'm his support system as of right now. I'm the second person he's going to win for. The first person he's going to win for is himself.

I nodded my head taking her words in. I sat up straighter before standing back up and cheering his name like I promised. He was both doing light warm ups before they started. Omar was doing the same. I would hate to be in the ring with him too. I ignored my anxiety by clapping and cheering Grayson on like a cheerleader.

Finally, they were about to start. They both met in the middle of the ring to tap gloves and hear the ref go over the rules after the number of rounds girl left. When he was done explaining everything, he blew the whistle making three minutes strike on the clock. That's when it hit me. This shit is real. Grayson's actually fighting one of my best friends. I hope he was having better confidence than I was at the moment.

They both circled around each other for a few seconds throwing weak punches that were easy to dodge, but easy for me to flinch. Kayla had to hold my hand for me not to lose my shit. I made the right choice of being in the stands.

Grayson was the one who threw the first real punch that started round one as it actually hit Omar in the cheek. It wasn't hard enough to make him turn the other way, but it was hard enough to make him throw a punch back. The punch Omar threw was aimed for Grayson's jaw which he hit, but Grayson got right back in his fighting position. I was shaking like a leaf and sweating like I was under the sun through all of this. I had probably broken Kayla's hand at some point.

Unfortunately for me, the fight started to heat up within a snap of a finger. Omar was hitting and boxing Grayson in a corner. When Grayson was trapped, Omar was ruthless with the punches. He was aiming them at any open body part of Grayson's. I wanted to run out on the mat and yell at him to stop since the ref wasn't doing shit about it.

Grayson took his hands away from his face one second, but that second made all the difference. Omar swung on Grayson hitting him clean in the jaw just like that day in the alley. Another swing was delivered after that one then another one then another one. I swear Grayson was like his personal punching bag.

Finally, the buzzer went off letting me finally breathe. Round one was over. Grayson gets a break.

I fell in my seat, rubbing my temples, and stressing over how the other rounds would go next.

"How you feelin?" Ethan asked me.

"Honestly like I'm about to throw up," I told him.

He snickered. "Well we got at least seven more rounds to go with a lot more blood than that, so I'm gonna need you to keep a strong stomach."

Fuck me I whispered to myself when the buzzer went off starting round two. Fucking amazing.

Throughout the next six rounds, they were going back and forth with winning. Grayson won one. Omar won the next one. Every time though, there was a new bone cracking, more blood getting spit up on the mat, and a lot more bruises formed. At one point, Grayson would have to get stitches, and Omar was questioned whether he could make it to the next round. It was getting so bad at one point, I had to sit out a round. I couldn't watch Grayson or Omar get their asses handed to each other anymore. I couldn't watch them throw another punch wondering if this was going to be the punch that'll change their lives forever.