I Promise

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I scream and I lunge for her, grabbing her waist and tackling her to the floor. She grabs my hair and pulls hard, but I wrench her grasp from my hair. How dare she insult me like that?

"You have no idea what kind of shit happened to me!" I yell at her as we struggle against each other's grasps. She claws at my face and I feel my cheek begin to bleed, and then I feel my lip split as she punches me in the face.

I can't hold myself back anymore. I didn't want to punch her in the beginning, but all I can feel is my pulsing lip, so I unleash all hell. I wrench her hands from my bleeding face, and my blood under her nails makes me enraged to the point where I feel like I'll explode. I roll so that she can't push me down, and then I punch her once in the cheek. And then I punch her in the nose. She's wriggling against me so we roll over again and I use my legs to kick her in the stomach and send her sprawling on the ground next to me. I get up and she lunges for me again, throwing me on the turf and blowing all the wind out of my lungs. I feel like my whole body collapses from the impact, but I grab her arms and push her away. I hear someone using a whistle in the background. The only sound I can hear is the whistle blowing hysterically in the air.

And then I'm up on my feet, getting held back by Scarlett. The other girls on the team surround me, and Bridget, her face bloodied, is getting held back by her coach. We're both lunging at each other like no tomorrow, and I hear Scarlett grunt as she tries to keep me away. I'm screaming obscenities at Bridget and yelling at her with all the air my lungs could have. Despite from having the wind knocked out of me, I can yell louder than ever before.

"You don't know shit about me!" I scream at her. I suddenly realize that Bridget has stopped fighting her Coach's grasp and she stares at me, a bit wide-eyed. I think she finally realized that my bruises are not from my own actions.

"Come on, Rynn. We're going to get you out now," Scarlett says, and she easily twists me around and walks me to the bench. Coach Nobelton looks wide eyed. I'm not sure if it's because my face looks so beat up or because I started a fight. The whole stadium is talking and hollering at the fight that just ended, and I slump onto the bench, drinking my water.

"Rynn, what the hell was that?" Coach Nobelton asks me. She's wide-eyed, and she looks downright shocked.

I spit some blood from my mouth into the grass. "She said something really bad, coach," I answer back.

Coach Nobelton stares at me, like she wants to ask me something, but she clamps her mouth shut and hands me an ice pack. Then she grabs a medical kit and begins to clean my cheek. I wince as she touches it because the bruise is right under the scratch. And then my eyes widen in horror as I realize that everyone will see my bruise, and know that it can't be from this fight because it's yellowed, just beginning to heal.

When I wince Coach Nobelton stops cleaning my cheek, and then I look at her face as she pulls her hand back in surprise, but she regains her composure very quickly. Before any of the girls from my team could come over, she ushers me into the equipment room and looks me right in the eye.

"Rynn, what happened to your eye?" she asks. Her face shows worry, concern.

I feel as if I'm punched in the gut. She is the last person I want to know what happened to me, or what kind of shitty life I'm having.

"Don't you dare lie to me," she says, as if she can read my thoughts.

I sigh, and then I try to say something but when I open my mouth, a weird strangled noise comes out that I don't even know I can make. And then I sit there with my mouth clamped, and a few tears roll down my cheek. It's obvious to Coach Nobelton now, it's not like she's stupid. She sees my crumpled face, and when she reaches for my sleeve and sees my bruises, her eyes just seem to look at me with sadness. She probably knows exactly why I punched Bridget and why I'm sitting, bloodied up, in the equipment room, not speaking or uttering any noise.

Coach Nobelton just takes my arm and gently walks me back outside. She begins to clean the cuts and scrapes on my back and then mutters how I'll need stitches for my split lip. I almost choke when I hear that, because I am not going to the hospital with my mother to get stitches. And I'm definitely not taking nana with me because then she'll definitely have a heart attack.

And just because things can't get worse, I see the one person I don't want to see. Matt. When I see him leaning over the bench, I almost choke on my water again. This time, it's not the fact that I'm getting stitches, it's because he's looking at me, and I think he sees my bruise on my cheek. From what I've already told him, it's not hard to put the pieces together. And when he pieces everything together, the look on his face is of anger, and then it switches to a mask I can't seem to read. He stands there looking at me as I get cleaned up, clenching and un-clenching his fists until they're white. His lips are in a tight line, as if he's fighting the urge to scream or talk, I can't tell. But I don't know if he's angry or upset.

So I just look at Coach Nobelton's hands as she washes away the dirt and blood off of my face. 

Yikes. So this was an intense series of chapters. But bear with me, it's about to get more intense. Sorry not sorry hehe. 

The next chapters are going to be pretty epic. Stay tuned. Don't hate me for writing the next few chapters, because they may hit you right in the feels. Just saying. Keep some tissues handy, or be ready to get really mad at me. 

Heck. I was mad at myself for writing the next chapter. I'll be posting tomorrow, so stay tuned and please read my book!

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