Zane Cyrus is a moody boxer from England. He hates small talk, fake politeness, happiness and most of all he hates it when people can't mind their own business.
Calista-Mae is the epitome of sweet. She cares deeply for those around her and will go...
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CALISTA
FRIDAY NIGHTS are fight nights and they have been religiously for the past few years.
Even after all this time, I'm still not too sure how I feel about them. On one hand I get to watch Wyatt fight and he wins and it's fun but on the other hand, I get to watch Wyatt fight and he looses and it's not so fun. For me specifically.
During the week I work as a nurse at one of the local hospitals and then spend my weekends in bed or doing whatever Wyatt wants to do.
We met in our freshman year of college and I fell head over heels in love with him. He was so nice and by far the most attractive guy that ever showed interest in me. After graduation we decided to move in together and live in a small apartment downtown. We live off of the money I get from work and Wyatt's money from fighting.
He doesn't like to work despite his college degree.
I don't really know what he does during the day.
Tonight he's fighting the Panther, because it's not an exactly legal business the fighters keep their identities secret and in our circle, use animals instead.
Wyatt's nickname is the Viper. I get where it comes from, he's venomous and down right cruel once he gets into that ring, and sometimes when he's out of it.
He's fought this man once before and he lost, badly.
I don't fully remember the night, mainly due to how it ended but I do remember how big The Panther was. He was tall and had a lot of muscle but his presence and aura were the things that really made him big. He had a silent confidence and the crowd loved him.
I'm nervous for tonight.
I've got a bad feeling that he isn't going to beat this man, they're fighting two different fights. The Panther is so controlled that it freaks Wyatt out and he looses his head.
Often times when Wyatt loses a fight he searches for once that he knows he'll win, against me.
The first time it happened was almost a year after we started dating. He lost a match and screamed at me all night long. From there it climbed to him pinching me really hard, and then light slaps that turned to smacks and heavy punches.
He cut me the other day.
It's a good thing that I'm a nurse.
I know it's wrong. He shouldn't hurt me. But I understand why he does it. He's angry and I push him too hard sometimes. Most of the time I deserve it and it doesn't hurt that bad. At the end of the day he loves me and I love him, what more could I want?
Even though he hurts me, he still loves me so much and it's comforting knowing that someone will love me no matter what I've done.
I'm wearing a blue halter neck mini dress tonight and my hair's tied up just how he likes it. I'm hoping he'll win, praying even though I'm not religious.
