A Change of Heart || Archie Andrews

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"Welcoming to the ring, an underdog champ of 4 years. A feisty brown hair green eyed beauty, packing a killer punch,"

I put in my mouth guard. All i can see is my father's murder face in my mind. It's what's kept me going for so long.

"I find the defendant not-guilty of the murder of Roger Jensen."

Those words have been playing on repeat in my head every since i've heard them, 4 years ago. And it only infuriates me even more thinking about it. Making me feel a bit bad for my opponent and what's about to happen to them. I shake it off, they shouldn't have came. My crew pats me on the back mighty hard and puts up my hood.

"Come on Leigh, you got it. Channel that anger! Let's Go! Let's Go!" I start hopping and that's when i hear my name.

"Our Very own Leigh Jensen! Welcome our devil in disguise home!" A series of cheers soar through the crowd. I walk out with a menacing smirk amongst my lips. I take what feels like long strides to the ring and see my opponent showing no signs of fear. Cacadia Murphy, ruler of the north side, and the only underground fighter from the north side. I've beaten her countless times yet they still call our fights the "battle royal". See, me and that demon spawn used to be the best of friends before she ditched me right after my father died, the times you were supposed to have your best friend there. So as you can see i have a bunch of pent up anger towards her which could be why I single handedly beat her ass every time, or maybe i'm just a better fighter than her. Anyway, on from friendship stories, I remove my robe. They waste no time to start the fight. And I won't waste time to knock her out. The ref comes and explains the rules.

"Okay ladies. I want a fair and clean fight." He looks at the both of us. Though my eyes never waver from her gaze, I nod at him, giving my word not to go against the rules.

"Now fighters shake hands." I reach forward and pound her fist. I give her a small smile just like every other fight. I also wish her luck, knowing she's gonna need it, but she's says she doesn't need luck, just pure talent. I shrug, letting her think that.The bell sounds. I waste no time decking her in face. Turns out she would need that luck.

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I walk through the house as quiet as I can be. Even though i'm an underground boxer, you would think i have some sort of stealth skills. Yeah, no. I don't at all. I'm about as stealthy as a fat ass elephant. When i think I finally made it past the living the lamp turns on in the living room. I mentally groan and swear at the same time, don't know if you can do that but i just did. I roll my eyes and turn around to see mommy dearest herself, Lana Jensen.

"And where were you all night? Raleigh it's 2 a.m. I waited up for you, id at least expect a call. Youre still living under my roof. Don't say you were working either because that's the first place i called." And here you are guys, this is my mother. Married my dear father at the tender age of 19. Moved in together and produce little ole me. Probably wondering why i'm a tad cold towards her right? Well right after my father died she neglected me. She could stand looking at me because i looked "just like him". So she sent me to live with my dad's family, and she finally came back into my life. Yeah. i get the whole "she just lost her husband" shmuel, but i also lost my father. I needed my mom, and she just let me go. So yeah, i'm not gonna be all sunshine and rainbows.

"I was with Derek, since you intend on knowing so much about my life now." i mumble. I turn to walk up the stairs when she says something that she thought i wouldn't hear.

"I miss him too, you know." I look back, and nod and mumble an "goodnight" and head to my room. I step into my room and close my door. I shake of that little confrontation and look for my phone. I have to text Derek, mainly because my mom thinks she is a sleuth. She'll text Derek, and ask him "casually" how was our night. And he's not gonna know anything, so i must cover my ass before she finds out the truth. So i text him, simply telling him, we were together all night. Derek is something like a boyfriend, only not exclusively. He does what he wants, and i do what i want, but we always come back to one another. Right after the hearing of the psychopathic dick that murdered my father, i was an emotional wreck. Pretty sure you can tell i wasn't this cold before he died. Derek was there and I didn't feel like living with that grief. So I slept with him. And it just continued to happen. So there will always be that connection with him. He instantly replies.

Derek: Yea sure, no problem.

I step into the bathroom, and lift my shirt. Cacadia has been practicing. She now knows how to pack a punch. She left a bruise the size of Africa on my ribs. Luckily she didnt hit my face, that would have definitely gave it away to my mom. I run the shower water, just a thing i happened to do. I step in and think about everything. School, Derek, my mother, my father, and definitely the fight from tonight. I fought more ruthlessly than i ever have. And that just worries me a little. I took a little time off fighting because "detective jensen" aka my mother, was onto me. After i lather my body once more and rinse off, i grab a towel and step out. I walk out with the towel around my body and head to the closet, grabbing a random sports bra and shorts. I change and jump into my bed. I doze off with the thought that i only have 4 hours to sleep.

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