Days passed slowly and the nights became colder as I continued my daily routine. The times that I were at the gym seemed to help with my stress as I slammed my fists into the bag, mostly pretending that it was Kendall I was punching.Thanksgiving and Christmas were slowly approaching around the corner and as much as I hated myself for doing this, I needed to end things with Jaxon. There was no way that he would ever be safe as long as Kendall was around and the police couldn't do anything for now.
My fists continually hit the bag in front of me, the padding of my gloves protecting my knuckles as I wailed as hard as I could against the hard material. The thoughts swirling through my head was enough to keep me restless the past few nights, the gym helping out as best as it could with everything going on.
Thomas had tried to talk to me a couple times as if talking about things would change anything but my mind was set. I pressed my back against the nearby matted wall and slid down, plopping next to my bag and pulled my gloves off of my hand to reach my phone.
Jaxon
Hey babe, I miss you. I was wondering if you wanted to get together tonight for dinner?I wiped the sweat from my brow with a nearby towel, setting my phone down in contemplation. This was the perfect opportunity to end things, hopefully I could make him a nice dinner and he wouldn't be as upset at me. We hadn't been dating too long so one can only hope that maybe his feeling has started to sway.
The ache in my chest at the thought of not being with Jaxon throbbed, my lips quivering at the thought alone.
Deciding against my heart, I sent Jaxon back a message for him to come over to the house later tonight. I walked to the locker room and rinsed off, switching to clean clothes before heading out to my car. Coach Broff stopped me at the entrance with a small smile on his face that brought out the smile in me.
"I've got great news kiddo." He exclaimed as he placed a palm on my shoulder. "We got offered the fight that you've been waiting for! The girl is undefeated with six fights under her belt. You'll be fighting for the belt so if- no when we win this you'll be the strawweight champion."
This news made me ecstatic and the worries that were ever present in my mind slipped away if only for a bit.
"When is it?" Coach Broff and I continued to talk as he walked me out to Bekah's car that she had lent me to use for the day.
"You've got ten weeks to prepare, it's not until January but that also means no stuffing your face with Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner because you've got to cut weight missy." I laughed as he jabbed a finger at my chest, his serious demeanor always tended to be on the funny side for me.
"Aye aye captain." I gave him my best salute as he rolled his eyes and walked back into the building with a friendly wave.
The worries that had left my mind were slowly creeping back to the front as I drove the rest of the way home. My mood dampened as I unlocked the door and headed down the hall to my room, pushing the door open and dropping my gym bag by the bed.
A small folded up piece of paper caught my eyes and I gingerly picked it up from my pillows before unfolding it methodically.
My love,
I'm overjoyed with the thoughts of us being together once again.
Things will be better this time but it's taking a bit longer than I want.
Time's running out.
If you don't end things with that boy soon I will take matters into my own hands.
Just remember I'm always watching. You can not and will not get away from me again.
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Warrior
ChickLitMoving to a new area is always hard, but moving to an area that brings back old memories can always be worse. Quinn Fabre has tried to keep to herself but what happens when Jaxon Monroe won't stop trying to figure her out? Will she keep her secrets...