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know how much you’ve hurt her,” he sighs. “I don’t have to know what’s gone on, all the details to know that this girl is destroyed over you. You have a right to know, no, you need to know what your actions have done to her.
“I said what I said out of anger, I admit it.” He presses a hand against over his heart. “You were right about my actions. And in the end, I hurt her too, put her in the middle when she didn’t deserve to be there one bit.” His eyes stay on mine and I can’t help but believe him. I can’t help it especially with his next words. “Hit me again if you want. I deserve it. But please believe, nothing happened between Cecelia and myself. Ever.”
Cecelia doesn’t come home with me that night. Not for the next few, actually.
Even though I know she and Stretch have never been anything more than friendly acquaintances, I allowed myself to accuse her of something else. She refuses to keep me company and I can’t blame her. Barely with each other a few weeks and one moment of doubt cast aside all the work I’d put in to tracking her down.
It’s clear I still don’t know how to trust her. I’m trying to get past her transgressions, but it’s a struggle. More though, she doesn’t trust me and given my reaction, I can’t blame her.
It’s a precarious rope we’re walking.
Precarious and I feel like it will snap at any moment.
I’m not fighting tonight but I haven’t let Cecelia know yet. After a long week of overtime, a week in which I watched my new boss Davison get replaced by some shithead named Mike after Davison was caught selling company secrets to his old company, I’m ready to relax. I’m ready to hit my bed and not move for a week.
So I’m not fighting tonight.
I can see some of the guys are relieved to hear that. Gives them a shot to win. We’ve got some newbies coming in. Guy named Toby and another one named Franklin. That one’s a jumpy fucker. Wouldn’t surprise me to learn he was on something. He’s fighting Cadillo and is so fidgety, it doesn’t look like Cadillo can get any kind of read on him.
Another thing that wouldn’t surprise me is finding out Franklin ended up in some ditch somewhere. It’s a sad commentary, but he is very jittery.
The fight continues on for forty minutes before Brees gets tired of the spook. He hands the win over to Cadillo by default of irritation. Fucking Franklin doesn’t even seem fazed. Definitely on something.
As we’re all standing around, waiting for the next round to begin, I see Toby move to speak to Brees. I’m close enough to hear the conversation.
“He’s in ICU. He’s got a lot of injuries, bad ones.”
“How’d you hear?”
“My girl. She’s a CNA at the hospital. Saw him brought in and thought he looked familiar from a party.”
“What’s going on?” I butt in to their conversation. Both turn to look at me, and instead of annoyance for my eavesdropping, I see remorse. That’s unusual.
“Just got word Stretch was attacked and is laid up pretty bad.”
“What?” I ask dumbly. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, she just called before I got here,” Toby responds. I don’t know him well. He’s relatively new to the scene, looking for a way to pass the time while his lady works.
“She know what happened?”
He shrugs, looks at Brees real quick before turning back to me. “She just said they found him not far from his apartment and looked like he’d gotten the shit kicked out of him.”
I nod and try to wrack my brain as to who could have done this. I don’t know Stretch very well. Thinking about it, I don’t really know him at all. For as much as he and I are cool here, at the fights, we’re not friends outside of this. And thinking about that makes me realize how few friends I really have anymore. But I can’t dwell on that right now.
“What hospital is he in?” I ask and think about visiting. I know he’s not close to his family, as evident by his introduction to Melody, but
“I said what I said out of anger, I admit it.” He presses a hand against over his heart. “You were right about my actions. And in the end, I hurt her too, put her in the middle when she didn’t deserve to be there one bit.” His eyes stay on mine and I can’t help but believe him. I can’t help it especially with his next words. “Hit me again if you want. I deserve it. But please believe, nothing happened between Cecelia and myself. Ever.”
Cecelia doesn’t come home with me that night. Not for the next few, actually.
Even though I know she and Stretch have never been anything more than friendly acquaintances, I allowed myself to accuse her of something else. She refuses to keep me company and I can’t blame her. Barely with each other a few weeks and one moment of doubt cast aside all the work I’d put in to tracking her down.
It’s clear I still don’t know how to trust her. I’m trying to get past her transgressions, but it’s a struggle. More though, she doesn’t trust me and given my reaction, I can’t blame her.
It’s a precarious rope we’re walking.
Precarious and I feel like it will snap at any moment.
I’m not fighting tonight but I haven’t let Cecelia know yet. After a long week of overtime, a week in which I watched my new boss Davison get replaced by some shithead named Mike after Davison was caught selling company secrets to his old company, I’m ready to relax. I’m ready to hit my bed and not move for a week.
So I’m not fighting tonight.
I can see some of the guys are relieved to hear that. Gives them a shot to win. We’ve got some newbies coming in. Guy named Toby and another one named Franklin. That one’s a jumpy fucker. Wouldn’t surprise me to learn he was on something. He’s fighting Cadillo and is so fidgety, it doesn’t look like Cadillo can get any kind of read on him.
Another thing that wouldn’t surprise me is finding out Franklin ended up in some ditch somewhere. It’s a sad commentary, but he is very jittery.
The fight continues on for forty minutes before Brees gets tired of the spook. He hands the win over to Cadillo by default of irritation. Fucking Franklin doesn’t even seem fazed. Definitely on something.
As we’re all standing around, waiting for the next round to begin, I see Toby move to speak to Brees. I’m close enough to hear the conversation.
“He’s in ICU. He’s got a lot of injuries, bad ones.”
“How’d you hear?”
“My girl. She’s a CNA at the hospital. Saw him brought in and thought he looked familiar from a party.”
“What’s going on?” I butt in to their conversation. Both turn to look at me, and instead of annoyance for my eavesdropping, I see remorse. That’s unusual.
“Just got word Stretch was attacked and is laid up pretty bad.”
“What?” I ask dumbly. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, she just called before I got here,” Toby responds. I don’t know him well. He’s relatively new to the scene, looking for a way to pass the time while his lady works.
“She know what happened?”
He shrugs, looks at Brees real quick before turning back to me. “She just said they found him not far from his apartment and looked like he’d gotten the shit kicked out of him.”
I nod and try to wrack my brain as to who could have done this. I don’t know Stretch very well. Thinking about it, I don’t really know him at all. For as much as he and I are cool here, at the fights, we’re not friends outside of this. And thinking about that makes me realize how few friends I really have anymore. But I can’t dwell on that right now.
“What hospital is he in?” I ask and think about visiting. I know he’s not close to his family, as evident by his introduction to Melody, but
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