Bad Boys Heart (The Heart Series)

Chapter Tweleve

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She jumps into the ring as her song Glorious. She throws her sunglasses into the crowd and lets out her roar. The crowd, including me, roar back.

Her eyes scan the crowd with a knowing smirk, she knows she's going to win. Her eyes land on me, I smile widely at my girlfriend. She smiles back before facing her opponent. She takes off her robe and sets it on the side of the ring exposing her toned, beautiful body.

She clenches her fist ready to fight, they bump fist and get into stance. The crowd sings for her as 'Deadly Weapon' throws a punch for Rhys's face. She narrowly misses it and throws a few deadly punches of her own.

Weapon sticks out her foot and sends Rhys flying through the air and tumbling to the ground. Deadly weapon gets on top of her to beat her to bloody pulp, but Rhys is quick. She spins them around so that she is on top of Weapon.

She throws her fist into her stomach and ribs hard. Rhys is never one to hit them a bunch in the face, but when she gets ticked off she will break their nose.

Weapon taps the ground so Rhys will stop. She gets off her and her hands are raised into the air. The crowd roars and she roars back. She jumps out of the ring and goes to the back. I decide to give her time with her coach, Max, and get her a snack.

Rhys has been distancing herself from me since our date. She got a call right in the middle of it and she wouldn't even explain what was going on. And I know it bothers her that I don't tell her anything about my past and it's taking a toll on our relationship, but I just can't.

I grab the popcorn and start heading toward the back, but a distressed Noah and Max confront me. Max puts his hands on my shoulders letting out shallow breaths as Noah looks around the crowd.

"Where is she?" He asks, is voice thick with worry making me start to worry. A sick feeling has been in my stomach since our date and I knew it had to be about Rhys. "Rhys! Have you seen her?" I shake my head. "No, no, no." He pulls at his hair.

I pull my phone and start calling her, it just rings and rings until it goes to voicemail. I grab Noah by the collar and demand him to tell me what's going on. "Rhys is missing. She didn't tell you what was going on?" He asks. I glare at him, I just want to know what's going on. "She has some enemies out for her blood. And it looks like they've got her." He says coldly. My hands drop as I start to panic. Rhys is missing. No, she can't be.

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Rhys has been missing for five days. Her parents have no idea what is going on and they will never know. Even as her parents they don't know about her fighting and they will never know. Even when she is missing.

These past few days have been really hard. I just want Rhys. I stated feeling guilty for not telling her anything about me, for pushing her away, for not being on the best terms with her before she went missing.

What if she dies? I'll b to know the real Rhys and she'll never get to know the real me. They've been looking for Rhys and /or her body. I don't think I would be able to get over Rhys's death.  If she died I'm pretty sure my soul would go with her.

I knock on the door of Rhys's house. Her mother opens the door with blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks. Rhys looks a lot like her mom, brown hair, hazel eyes, average height. This makes me miss Rhys even more.

Her mom throws her hands over me and cries on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and put my head on her shoulder as tears leek from my eyes. I don't cry much, I haven't cried in years, but the disappearing of Rhys could bring me to my knees any day.

I rub her back trying to calm her down, but there's no way she'll ever be calm when Rhys is missing. We can't do anything, but sit back in wait for her to be found or show up.

It hurts, a lot, that Rhys didn't tell me that she was in danger. I could have helped her, saved her. She could be in my arms right now, I could be teasing her or telling her how pretty she is.

Max has been a wreck, he won't talk to anyone. Ever time I come by he's in the same place staring at the wall of pictures. Maybe he's staring at the one of him and Rhys. I don't know, but that's what I assume.

Noah won't leave his house. His parents said that this took a big toll on him like everyone else. Noah has been her best friend since they were kids. Of course this has go to hurt him.

Nicole is confused as to why anyone would ever want to hurt Rhys. Nicole cries every time someone mentions Rhys or thought of her running through her mind. Kris has been by her side through the past week telling her that Rhys is gonna be okay. He told her that she is fighter. Rhys is a fighter.

Regina has been heart broken and tries to talk to me, but I rarely do. I just can't, I just need Rhys to be okay. For her to be in my arms, for her to be safe with me.

I haven't really left my bed much and haven't eaten much either. Every time I think about Rhys I get sick because I know she's being tortured. People are out for her blood and I want to be protecting her.

"I miss her, Wade." Her mother says against my now tear soaked shirt. She pulls her head black to see me shedding tears with her. The door opens and her dad appears, he doesn't look any better then her mother.

"Come in, its freezing." He says. He opens the door further. I walk in with Miriam next to me. Her dad, Jack, pulls me into a hug. I hug her father back trying to compose myself, but there's no hiding what I'm feeling right now. Compete and utter sadness. "Can you talk to Daya? She really needs someone and she won't talk to us." He says quietly.

I nod my head and make my way to her room. I knock on the door softly. "Daya, it's me, Wade." I say softly, but loud enough so she can hear me. "Please?" My voice cracks as I ask.

Shuffling noises are to be heard before the door opens. Daya's hair is messed up and she's in sweatpants with a sweatshirt. Her eyes have huge bags underneath them and you can obviously tell she's been crying.

Her hands falls limp at her side, her head falls against my chest as she breathes uneven breathes. I wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly. Seems that I can comfort everyone else, but can't help myself.

We take a seat on her small leather couch that sits on the left side of her room. "I was mad at her before she left," she speaks. "I was mad because she wouldn't admit to me that she boxes. I told her I knew and she said she didn't know what I was talking about. I told her that I was going to tell mom and dad, that made her unhappy. She didn't say anything about it. She just hugged me tightly and told me that she loved me." She whispers. "I was mad at her before she left and she might be dead. She would've died knowing that I was mad at her, and she wasn't h...happy w...ith me-" she cries out, but I interrupt her.

"Daya, listen to me." I say making her face me, I look her in her hazel eyes, just like Rhys's, as I speak. "Rhys loves you, she loves you so much. She can never stay mad at you and you know it. Even if you did tell your mom and dad she'd forgive you and she would still be by your side. She would still be your big sister and your her little sister. If Rhys was dying," my eyes sting with tears as I continue on. "She would remember the best things about you, she wouldn't think of how she was mad at you before she died. She would think how much she loves you, how much she cares for you, she would want you to be happy." Tears escape my eyeballs and leak onto her cheek. She looks at me for a moment before more tears drop from her hazel eyes.

"Wade?" she whispers. I cock my head to the side waiting for her question. "Tell me she's alive." She pleads. I can't tell her that because I don't know, but she has to be alive.

"I can't say for sure, but your sister is a true fighter. I think she's still alive." I say. She leans her head on my shoulder as we both stare at the wall.

"What do you think happened?" She asks quietly. I don't say anything because I do know and she falls asleep. I smile down at Rhys's sisters sleeping body. I place her on her bed and leave the room.

Jack and Miriam are on the couch when I enter the living room. They pat the couch for me to sit. I sit down and we all just sit and think about our beloved Rhys.