Choices

XII

I was sitting on my bed doing nothing in particular when Phoenix came in. "Hey , can we talk."

"Uh yea. Sure."

He let out a little sigh before sitting beside me.

"Calista. Can you tell me what's happening? With that panic attack you had in the bathroom and what happened the other night with Ace?" he looked so vulnerable I almost felt obligated to tell him. But I couldn't risk that.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because it's none of your business Phoenix."

"Ok , yes. I get that Calista but what am I supposed to do ?"

"Nothing Phoenix! You don't have to do anything!" I yelled, standing up frustrated.

"Calista I want to help you." He said , standing up and walking towards me.

I pulled away from him and turned so my back was facing him. "I can't- I can't do this..."

"What can't you do?"

Spinning towards him, I threw my hands in the air.

"THIS! Everything Phoenix! I can't fucking do it."

"I like you Phoenix, a lot. But it's too much. I don't even know you for crying out loud and we act like some fucking couple.. I don't want it."

"Calist-"

"I need you to leave Phoenix."

"Wai-"

"GO! I don't fucking need you!"

"Ok, you're right. I'm sorry." and with that he walked out of my room with his shoulders slouched and his head hung low.

To say it didn't hurt me would be a lie but I didn't know what else I could do. I can't tell him anything about what Ace has me do or about my panic attack in the bathroom.

It was true, I didn't know him. All I knew was that his name was Phoenix and that he was in a gang, as well as the fact that he fights a lot of demons.

I just think this is all moving too fast, we act all lovey dovey to each other because that's all we know. We are, were, the only people each other had, but it's too late now.

-

I finished covering up the last of my scars showing from my lingerie, before putting some regular clothes on over and making my way downstairs.

I walked towards Ace and awaited my instructions. "Go sit in the car. The chauffeur will drop you off at the ring."

I've been a ring girl for a little over a week and it can't say I hate it. It's just not my ideal job, but it's something to do.

With a small nod I walked to the car and gave the chauffeur a small smile, to which he returned.

We made it to the ring in about 25 minutes and then I was immediately ushered into the warehouse to get ready for the fight that would be starting in 10 minutes.

Once the announcer gathered everyone's attention I knew it was my cue to go out and into the ring.

Although I've been doing this for a little now, I still get nervous. Each night there's new people and these new people might not know boundaries.

Once I was done being ring girl for the night I was exhausted and just decided not to put my clothes back on, instead walking to the car in my lingerie and heels. Stupid, I know.

Before I could make it all the way to the safety of the car a man dragged me by my arm to the side of the warehouse.

He slowly trailed his fingers over my cleavage down to the seam of lingerie between my thighs.

Before he could go further with his finger I started squirming. He looked into my eyes with a hard glare and grabbed me by my neck. Flashbacks of what Ace had done clouded my mind. Except this time the man held too tight from the start.

I struggled to breathe as I continued to squirm around but then stilled as I knew moving would only make it worse.

Slowly I lifted up my foot without the guy noticing and then propelled my stiletto into his thigh, severely close to his dick.

He let go of my neck and taking this opportunity I actually kicked him in his dick.

He crouched to the floor and I ran to the car with the same chauffeur from earlier.

"Drive please" I exhaled, sounding panicked.

"Are you ok miss?"

"Yes just drive please"

And so he did.

Once we pulled up to the house I instantly hopped out the car , almost tripping over myself, and ran to the shower as an attempt to get the feeling of that guys hands off me.

After around an hour and 15 minutes I decided to get out of the shower and get dressed.

Once I was dressed I just sat on my bed but it felt too lonely in here so deciding to take the risk, I walked to Phoenix's room.

The door was locked so I lightly knocked, praying he wasn't asleep.

After a few seconds the door opened and my eyes met Phoenix's lifeless ones. That was my fault.

Phoenix raised a curious eyebrow, "Can I help you?"

"Uhhh.. no?"

"Ok well I'm trying to sleep, so off you go." His tone making me flinch which he noticed but quickly disregarded.

He lifted his arm to close the door and I couldn't help but notice the red seeping through the arm of his gray hoodie.

Without asking I knew what it was but before I could ask he shut the door on me and left my sight.

-

I cried myself to sleep, but I shouldn't have. It was my fault this was happening and I have no right to feel sorry for myself but I couldn't help it. I felt so lonely without Phoenix. Some dude I've known for a little more than 7 weeks.

I didn't like this feeling, I wanted it to go away and to never come back. But that wasn't the case.

What the fuck did I do?!

a/n ; ik calista's my character, but shit. she is one dramatic ass bitch