It All Started With a Diary

fighting it|part 4

Panic seized me by the batches. Overtaken by my fear, I mustered up every ounce of strength I had to do what I did next. 

"Kade!" I shouted, attempting to rise over the other voices.

My hands were slick with sweaty anticipation as my yell did nothing. I didn't know what I was trying to accomplish, but my throat still continued to clog with pain as I watched him hurt.

"Kade!" I tried again, my voice booming along with the others. If it weren't for how close I was, I would have blended right in.

Angelo was the first to react. His head snapped up, eyes searching the crowd by each row before finally getting to mine. With the cap of Kade's hoodie off, I was very recognizable in the sea of people.

When his eyes found mine, I froze under his hawkish gaze as it cruised over my figure. A smirk curled across his lips before he drug his smug smirk over me. He winked at my frightened stature before shifting his eyes back to Kade. The crowd had quieted down due to the anticipation of how the night would turn.

Angelo craned his neck to Kade. "Don't worry, Ryder. After I fuck you up, your girl will be well taken care of," he hissed, a dark grin growing as he landed a punch to Kade's face. "I promise I'll fuck her tight, pretty ass so good, she'll forget all about you." With a chuckle, he slammed Kade even harder into the platform.

The hoodie didn't help with the burning under my skin. I clenched the fabric for dear life; he was going to lose if he didn't get up now. "Kade!"

Third time's the charm.

His head turned to my direction in a heartbeat, brown eyes falling over me. I stared directly at him, hoping my expression read my desperation for his win.

Angelo had stopped in his hits, now taking the chance to torment Kade. "Such a shame she has to see you like this, but, I'll make it up to her later in your bed," Angelo spewed in Kade's face, spit flying out of his mouth. "I'll even look past those pretty little scars on her."

Kade's expression grew lethal, his head snapping to deliver an angry glare to Angelo. His nostrils flared, but for some reason, he turned to meet my gaze again. His expression might have been dull and blank to the others' but I saw the spur of emotions. His eyes roamed over me carefully; I believe it was for any injuries.

I shook my head to indicate that I was fine, but he sure wouldn't be if this didn't change around. "Get your ass the hell up and fight!" The words came out so quick, even I was shocked.

Angelo followed Kades' eyes to me, but that was what screwed him. Kade took this opportunity perfectly. The hand that Angelo had used to hit him had relaxed, and I may have been mistaken but it was also the one he grabbed me with. Kade grabbed it, his expression motionless as he bent the bone until a pop rang through the air.

Angelo cried out so loud, I didn't believe it even came from him. Kade didn't hesitate in the distraction. He shot his elbow back then swung it down, landing Angelo right in the center of his head. With that, Kade added a palm to Angelos' nose as well, sending blood everywhere onto the platform.

Angelo collapsed onto his back, his squeals and cries carrying on as he struggled against all of the pain. Kade slowly got to his feet, his chest heaving as he leaned against one of the rings. His tanked back was to the crowd, bloodied and wrinkled.

Finally, he swept a hand under his nose to catch some of the blood before storming back to Angelo. Kade took a couple of hits at him from this position, purposely landing him in his body and chest until Angelo was a curled figure of himself. Then, Kade fell on top of him.

My lips were large with pride at the sight as I saw him land blow after blow into Angelo's face, which had been long gone from snarky now. Now, there was nothing left but the bloody pulp in front of an abundance of people.

The crowd screamed and pounded in harmony at the punches, and I think I may have joined them in the cheers. I didn't care how absurd I looked or sounded in the moment. All I wanted was for Kade to win this round. Angelo was an asshole who deserved it, so that only fueled the new adrenaline I developed the longer I watched.

But, soon, I began to fear for the worst and the worry edged out the adrenaline. Angelo appeared to be barely conscious, and was in even worse condition than Kade. Both of his eyes were swelled shut, nose crooked now, and his bottom lip was busted, and now slowly dripping with blood. I think I may have seen teeth near his still form but I looked away before I could be sure of it.

I drug my gaze around cautiously as Kade continued on; no one was stopping him. His punches were beginning to become hard, too hard. Angelo wasn't worth a murder sentence.

With a curled lip and strands of black hair stuck to his forehead, Kade held Angelo in place by his neck. "Don't. You. Ever. Fucking. Talk. About. Her. Again." Kade growled, landing a punch with each word.

My fingers curled around my mouth as I watched the murderous gaze crawl across Kades expression the longer this continued. It had to stop or tonight would be an entirely different outcome.

My chest fell with relief as I saw the announcer swing his legs over the rings as he ran over. He resembled my expression, fear

His scrawny figure struggled to pull Kade off, who was relentless. He only let up when Angelo was completely still, and my grip loosened around the fabric of my hoodie in relief. Before he fully stopped, Kade sent one last kick to Angelo's face, causing a sickening crunch.

Two men helped Angelo off of the stage, more carrying him than anything. His head slumped to the side, body limp as he was dragged off the stage then to another side of the building.

The announcer yanked Kades' arm up, giving it a shake as he glanced all around the crowd. "Give it up for the undefeated, Kade Ryder!" The sea of people seemed to increase in sound as they screamed, kicked, cursed, and celebrated over his win.

If you didn't see it, you'd never even know Kade was injured. His face never gave way to any of his pain, despite the physical hurt I knew he was feeling.

"Come on people, I wanna hear you!" the announcer shouted.

Everyone erupted into loud cries, chanting for another round. In the corner of my eye, I thought I even saw some of them break and toss some of the chairs around as well.

The two men that had taken Angelo away walked back up onto the stage. They whispered something in the mans' ear, before the announcer turned toward Kade.

"Ryder, would you be interested to double the amount of your race with Shag?" he asked Kade, who shrugged in response. "Two crosses over the finish line wins all?"

"I'm always ready," he answered, flickering his eyes over to mine again. "I'm done talking, let's get on the track."

The people behind me cheered at Kade's confidence, while I cowered under the unpredictable. I had never seen anything like their excitement for such violence.

The announcer grinned, kissing his teeth before yelling, "Well, you heard that here! Kade Ryder is headed over to the tracks for the last and final round of tonight! Place your bets and..." His words became mush.

I wished my ears were wrong, and that this was some type of flunk. But, as I caught glances with an angry Kade, I knew that this was real.

Very real.