Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 35: Still Unpunished

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QOC: Truth or dare? (I'll give you one.)

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Sam's POV
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"Bunny. Hey, bunny. Wake up."

I groan at the whispering voice, feeling sicker than hell. My whole body aches with pain, and my eyelids just want to stay shut from exhaustion.

"Leave me alone," I whine through a mumble, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, Sam. You have to come with me. I have to fight tonight," the voice whispers again.

With that mentioned, my senses regenerate. I open my eyes, squinting at the flashlight that's turned on. Kason makes sure to aim it away from my face though.

"Fight?" I ask in a scratchy voice, slowly sitting up. The comforter drops, and I feel chills meet my sickened body. Goosebumps occur when you're sick I guess. "Like the underground fighting you told me about?"

He runs a hand through his hair and looks at me with distressed eyes. "Yeah."

I feel really awake all of a sudden, slowly taking the covers off of me due to my muscles constricting from the three hour sleep I had. "Okay."

He immediately looks confused. "Okay?"

I nod with a small smile. "Yeah, I can't have you doing something stupid without me there to witness it."

He rolls his eyes. "Right." Then he crosses his arms and looks at me with a neutral but thoughtful expression. "I just don't want you to be scared or anything. The Hawkeye is a place that's...it's not safe."

"The Hawkeye?" I ask, disregarding his warning even though I am, indeed, nervous. "Is that what it's called?"

He shrugs. "My dad's an egotistical asshole. Are you really surprised that he used wordplay from his own last name to make the title for the club?"

I shake my head and mimic his shrug. "I guess not."

"Exactly," He sighs. "Just promise that you'll stay close to my side of the ring, alright? I don't want you out of my sight."

Inwardly, I grow a little more scared with every word Kason describes The Hawkeye with. I try not to show it for his sake, since he seems worried already. I don't want him concerned about my concern on top of my safety.

But I itch to crawl back in the bed. I yearn to tell him not to go. But what's the use? His father is making him go. No matter what I say, it won't do anything effective. In fact, it might do more harm — on his emotions at least. It would hurt him to hear me pleading for him not to go, unable to comply with my wishes.

It pisses me off that even though Kason is eighteen, he still adheres to his father's demands because of blackmail. If Kason tries to disobey, Mr. Ryhawks said he'd turn him in anonymously and have him arrested for hosting the entire club, as if it's Kason's club. I asked how his father would be able to do that, but it was rhetorical and there was no point in answering.

If Mr. Ryhawks can hide an illegal fighting club (that can hold up to one thousand people) underground from the police, then he could easily make it look like Kason is the leader of the whole shi-bang. He's a criminal. Smart criminals hide their own tracks and throw the others under the bus, even if they don't deserve it.