CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE.
Something inside of me snapped. My ears tuned into the light hiss of air leaving the mat as pressure was added to it by each step. I felt the presence of the fighter behind me before anything. It's one of those feelings that even though you cant see the person you know their there and instinct took over. I ducked just in time and felt the whoosh of the missed swing just over my head. I spun around quickly, focusing all of my anger on my opponent instead of the person in mind.
Not letting the guy regain his balance, I swung hard with my left, keeping him in motion from his swing, causing him to lose his balance and fall to his knees.
As he tried to scramble back to his feet I grabbed the back of his head and brought it down quickly to meet my knee; securing the fact that he now had a broken nose. But I didn't... No, I couldn't stop.
I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.
Poor guy never stood a chance as I swung blindly, not giving him even a second to get back to his feet. I was currently hovered over his body and swinging.
It wasn't until I had more than one pair of hands trying to pull me off the fighter that I realized his body was lifeless, blood flowing freely from his nose and mouth, and he was barely breathing. Yet, even that didn't stop me.
I think I got in about three more hits before I was dragged away and finally heard the yelling in my ear, repeatedly saying: "Liv, look at him! You're killing him!"
The words repeatedly ran through my head, over and over, until it finally sunk in and my struggle ceased.
The fighters body lay still on the floor, red decorating the mat around him. It wasn't until the brisk cool air hit my bare skin was when I realized his body was no longer in sight but imagining the image for the past five minutes.
I slowly looked down, dragging my eyes slowly over the front of my body, taking in my own blood soaked shirt, the damp feeling to my black pants, and my fists and arms covered in blood as well; both his and mine.
A few of my knuckles busted and swollen and the soreness was settling in now that the adrenaline of the fight was over.
I hadn't found it in me yet to feel remorse for beating the guy so badly, but I did feel sort of worried, hoping he would pull through.
My entire body froze at the first face I recognized when I looked up around the small crowd of people.
There was Nate. Always Nate. Behind Nate was Sal with Baize in his arms. Behind them was Vince, Vick, Vinny, and Tony.
When I looked behind me to see who still had me in their hold, I saw Brody and Rogue, with Striker leaning back against the brick wall of the tall warehouse behind him, scowling directly at me.
"Liv," Nate spoke gently, causing my head to whip back in his direction.
"I think it's time we talk."
Not having a voice, I shook my head vigorously, not wanting to talk, not wanting to deal with my emotions, and not wanting to go through all that heartbreak all over again.
"Yes, we are. And this time you'll hear me out." he said, taking a step forward, his eyes earnest as he reached out with his hand to touch my cheek.
I jerked my head back, just out of reach from his hand, making him sigh and drop it back to his side.
"Give me a couple days." I finally whispered, after minutes of agonizing silence passed.
He started shaking his head, his features scowling as he stepped a step closer. "No. You've had three weeks away. Enough hiding, Liv. We're talking about this now and you will listen this time." his voice was stern, commanding, and I almost had half a mind to nod obediently and do as he said, but my anger plus stubbornness outweighed the obedience.
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Cruel Intentions
Teen FictionCopyright © 2012 Sequel to Revenge Never Tasted So Sweet. Lies, Deception, Misunderstandings, but most importantly: Revenge. After a few months spent in a coma, Liv comes to find that everything she went through was for nothing, and that in fact Ma...