Can He Be Tamed?

Chapter 14- Unedited

She died. I went to her funeral. What the fuck?

It was defiantly her. I would know those blue eyes and cute little pixie cut dirty blonde hair. I would know what my DEAD best friend since I was like 2 looked like. I was devastated when she died. Or disappeared since she’s fucking ALIVE now.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit” I heard myself say, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Was I seeing shit? Seriously was I going crazy?

“Drake!” I said immediately.

“Come here hurry” I told him motioning for him to come to me desperately without taking my eyes off her. I felt him stop by my side.

“L-Look!” I said pointing.

“What am I looking at?” he asked.

“That girl, next to the guy with black hair, look at her” I demanded.

“MJ What are y-“

“Look!” I demanded pointing.

“It's Lucy” I told him “It's Lucy Fucking Mathews” I told him.

“MJ there’s not a girl right there” he told me. Maybe I was just seeing stuff; it wouldn’t be the first time. I looked over at him.

“You don’t see her?” I asked, he nodded his head no giving me a confused look. I looked back. Where did she go? She’s not there anymore. People don’t just disappear like that

“But…” I stopped trying to make sense of it all.

“She was- there was” I stopped again searching around for her, I sighed.

“Never mind” I muttered still looking around. Oh look dirty blon- nope green eyes. Shit muffins. The announcer started talking and Easton winked at me once more.

“Did Easton Holden just wink at you?” Drake asked me.

“What?” Tyse demanded loudly stalking over and looking down into the crowd.

“nothing love” I said quickly, he looked to Drake.

“What happened?” he asked looking at Drake with his death glare. It looking like Easton was laughing, but I wasn’t sure since he was turned around, I pursed my lips.

“I think Holden just winked at her” Drake said uncertainly, a low growl rumbled from his chest sending shivers down my spine. He turned back around grinning he mock saluted Tyse and then winked at me, AGAIN. Tyse’s growl was loud, like majorly loud. I felt Drake cower beside me and I flinched and dropped my head looking at the floor.

 Tyse stalked out looked furious. He appeared down below and jumped into the ring, Easton looked cocky and like he could actually do some damage. Collin was there at his corner along with Adam.

The announcer announced both their names and it was hard to tell whose crowd was louder. Tyse looked like he couldn’t wait to rip his head off and he looked smug. The bell rang and Tyse got a punch to the face. I gasped and covered my eyes. I couldn’t watch, not if I was going to go down and kill that bastard in the first round. I sat down on the floor, and covered my ears so I wouldn’t hear the announcer announce how bad Tyse was getting beat up.

“MJ” I vaguely heard Drake say, he was shaking me. I kept my hands clamped over my ears, I could still hear that loud announcer. I breathed in deeply searching for any hints of Tyse’s scent. I tried to mentally block out the voice, eventually I succeeded.

All I could hear was a light buzzing sound. I replayed Tyse getting punched in the face and whit e hot anger consumed me, bubbling in my stomach making my mouth taste like metal. I bit my tongue and now it tasted like salty blood. I kept reminding myself that Tyse knew he was going to be punched in that face when he went down there. I really wanted to carve his heart out with a spoon and decapitate him and throw his body in a ditch and then bathe in his blood, you have no fucking idea.