A CLAY DOLL'S TEAR

Chapter 10

Nyla's P.O.V

This silence is unbearable and I can see that Clay is making a few attempts to break it. I can only imagine how hard that is for her. Scared that I may be thinking of her in the worse way, judging her.

But how can I? What she did was for me. God knows what that man would have done

if she had not followed after me. I am beyond grateful. No. I am damn lucky.

I can not let her beat herself up anymore over it.

"Thank you." I said meaning it from the bottom of my heart.

"You are welcome." clay replies. Her voice is calm and I am glad she seems now at ease about the situation.

Worries floods my mind all at once. The parts of all this that can hurt Clay if any one finds out.

Oh My God. Because of me she can face serious jail time again.

Fears spill from my lips one after the other." Do you think he is dead? If he is not, wont he go to the hospital or to the police? Oh My god Clay!" I semi yell, covering my face with my hand" I am so sorry."

Clay smirks at me " Am not worried." With a now shock look on my face I ask "huh? Why not?"

Clay retorts "He is a long time crack head, going to da police is highly unlikely. As for de hospital,he would rather numb his pain with da next hit and no a do not think he would die. He had already survived getting shot, stabbed and thrown from a two story building since I've moved here, a little ass whopping won't kill him."

I nod my head "ok." feeling kinda relieved.

Clay seem to be so sure about what she is saying, I'll just have to trust her on it.

"Where did you learn how to fight like that?" I can see my question caught her off guard. She smirks while looking down at her glass taking the last swallow.

"Ace trained me. After a lost Xavier a found it necessary to work on myself physically for protection. He is no longer around to do it." Sadness washes over her face for a second before she smirk again and continue "A also spend a year and a half doing underground kick boxing to make some quick cash."

I wanted to ask about her family since she mention her husband, but I feel that any question that

may tug on her emotions right now will only cause her to shut down again and I really can not risk that.

Clay has said more to me today than she has in weeks. I have to be very careful with her.

"Who is Ace?" I ask

"No one you need to know about." Giving me a dismissive shrug. Hmmm, okayyy...seems like she do not

want to talk about him and that's fine. I wonder why she stopped fighting.

"Well, why did you stop fighting underground?" I ask. I have to admit I am more than intrigue.

Clay peer up at me and smirk again. "A stopped for Kyle."

"What do you mean by that?" I urge her to explain.

" I was caught up with a lot of shit in de pass. When a first started fighting it was not just for de money. A felt numb emotionally, physically and a needed something to hold on to a guess. fighting became dat someting, plus it served it purpose for de people I fought for so every one got what dey needed. I felt alive for dat moment but it hurt like hell afterwards." Clay let out a weak chuckle. "Kyle had a hard time seeing me after each fight and a hated putting him through it.  A barely walked away from my last fight. I didn't expect Kyle would be here when a walked through de door covered in blood. It was one of my worse beatings yet."