Fight Night (Book 1)

Fight Night (30) Re-Edited

Savannah's P.O.V.

After packing up my entire room, I slouched down on the bed and looked down at the teardrop-adorned ticket to New York, deciding that I could not stay here any longer. I was raised in California, and all of my memories—both good and bad—come from here. However, Cage Levi and the UMDA always seem to be following me in those memories.

"Savannah come on, otherwise you are going to miss your flight." Ellie Said

"Coming!!" Grabbing all the bags I had paid a little extra to the airline for four baggage allowance.

"Savannah, are you sure that you want to move to New York? I mean you don't even know anyone there."

Taking a deep breath in, I look at her "I can't stay here Ellie, I'll miss you a lot, I'll miss everything here but I need to go." I said to her rubbing my belly.

"I'm sorry Annah, for everything."

"I can't be mad at you Ellie, I love you."

"I love you too, Annah"

"Alright enough of this emotional stuff, I need to get going. I'll call you as soon as I land and send you all of the details."

"Bye Annah."

Taking a deep breath, I push back my tears "Bye Ellie."

Not looking back, I get in the cab leaving everything behind but taking something with me, my baby...

. . . Flashback. . . 

"I am NOT pregnant." I had a feeling that I was pregnant but no way in hell was I going to let him know that I could be carrying his child. Who knew what he would do?

"Go take the fucking test Savannah."

I take the test from him and storm into the bathroom, nervously peeing on it I walk anxiously praying that all the signs that were showing up were fake. This test, this test has to be negative. Changing my mind, I quickly wash off the pee and put water on it praying that it will work. In less than five minutes the test beeped on a pink line, Negative.

Walking out of the bathroom, I glare at him shoving the test in his face "Like I said I am not pregnant."

Letting out a deep breath he said: "Thank god, I wouldn't want my kid to have a bitch as a mother."

That does it, I swung at him with all the power I had in my 5'5, 130-pound body. The sound echoed off the walls of the room, his face had turned slightly due to the blow leaving a bright print on the side of his face. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Who the fuck do you think you are? First, you come into my life, then you are hell-bent on ruining it, you left me fucking shattered and when I finally managed to pull myself together you came back again. Now, here am I standing before, not trapped before you asked to take a pregnancy test, I knew I wasn't pregnant, I didn't want to be pregnant. If I were pregnant I would have taken it as far away from you as possible. I would be a bitch mother?" I hit him again

"If I would be a bitch mother you would be an asshole of a father." Punching, kicking, slapping him I took all my anger out with him trying to grab onto me but failing each time.

. . . Present . . .

I couldn't let him know, he has no right over my baby not after what he did to me and not after what he said about he/she.So right after I left Cage's house, I went straight to the hospital. . .