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Knox, but I couldn’t look at him. I didn’t want to.
“Mila, talk to me,” he said, and his voice was so soft and tender. It would be easy to turn back to him. To let him wrap me up in his arms, as I poured my heart out to him. But, I was defiant in the fact that he deserved better than me. He deserved a girl who he could be proud to have on his arm. He was a celebrity after all. He didn’t need to explain about some stripper.
I was no good. I was broken and beyond repair. There was not enough glue and tape in the world to fix me. Hearing my brother’s name reminded me of that. He was dead, and it was all my fault. I didn’t deserve happiness because I didn’t even deserve to live. The only reason I bothered to continue was because of Mackenzie. I might have been a terrible mother, but I was all that girl had in this world. I let one sibling down already, and I’d be damned to do it again.
“Mila, please,” Knox pleaded, but I kept walking.
I got to my car, and realized my keys were still inside. I pulled on the handle, but it was locked. I kept pulling and pulling, hoping by some miracle it would pop open. Knox rested his hand on mine, stopping me.
He brushed my hair off my neck, and I fought back the tears threatening to come out. It was so easy to get lost in his touch. To hear his voice and want to collapse against him. Press my lips to his and watch as everything faded away. He was my undoing, and, if I didn’t push him away, I was afraid of what would happen.
“I know how it feels to lose a sibling.”
I took a deep breath, and turned to him with as much rage as I could muster. “No, you don’t!”
“I lost my sister. My twin sister, Zoey”
I could see the heartache in his eyes. Hear the crack in his voice when he said her name. But I pretended like I didn’t.
“How’d she die?” I asked.
He was quiet for a moment. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Cancer.”
Cancer. He didn’t beg his sister to go somewhere in place of him. He didn’t send her on the road to her death. “Everyone dies of cancer. Big fucking deal,” I spat before running off. I turned back, briefly, just enough time to see the utter disgust forming on his face.
Chapter 15
Knox
I stood on my side of the cage, but my mind was still in that parking lot, Mila’s words replaying over and over in my mind. Each time hurting more than the last. It was worse than any blow I had ever taken. Her words were like an iron fist to the face. I was foolish to think that having a tragedy in common would be the key to her soul. It was blaringly obvious that Mila didn’t have a soul.
“Where’s your head?” Coach asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face, and knocking me out of my thoughts.
“Huh?” I asked, shaking my head and glancing up at Coach, who had the look of disappointment on his face.
“Your head. Where the fuck is it? Because it sure as hell isn’t here right now.”
I took a few deep breaths and focused on my opponent across the mat. He was standing up, bouncing from one foot to the other. Full of energy, and looking as if he was all in. He wanted my title. Wanted to steal it right out from under me. He was hungry, and I couldn’t fucking care less.
“Hello?” Coach yelled.
I might not have cared, but Coach? He cared enough for the both of us. “I’m here.”
“You better fucking be. We didn’t train our asses off for you to blow it.”
“I’m not going to blow it.”
“Good because everyone’s counting on you.”
I could hear Julius’s voice in the crowd, and Marco’s hoots. I stole a glance over my shoulder and saw my three best friends on their feet, clapping, ready for me to add to their bank accounts. They put all of their faith in me, and I owed it to them to be here.
So, I pushed thoughts of Mila, and everything about that fucked up situation, out of my mind and focused on the prize.
The ref motioned for us to take our positions and I readied myself, bouncing
“Mila, talk to me,” he said, and his voice was so soft and tender. It would be easy to turn back to him. To let him wrap me up in his arms, as I poured my heart out to him. But, I was defiant in the fact that he deserved better than me. He deserved a girl who he could be proud to have on his arm. He was a celebrity after all. He didn’t need to explain about some stripper.
I was no good. I was broken and beyond repair. There was not enough glue and tape in the world to fix me. Hearing my brother’s name reminded me of that. He was dead, and it was all my fault. I didn’t deserve happiness because I didn’t even deserve to live. The only reason I bothered to continue was because of Mackenzie. I might have been a terrible mother, but I was all that girl had in this world. I let one sibling down already, and I’d be damned to do it again.
“Mila, please,” Knox pleaded, but I kept walking.
I got to my car, and realized my keys were still inside. I pulled on the handle, but it was locked. I kept pulling and pulling, hoping by some miracle it would pop open. Knox rested his hand on mine, stopping me.
He brushed my hair off my neck, and I fought back the tears threatening to come out. It was so easy to get lost in his touch. To hear his voice and want to collapse against him. Press my lips to his and watch as everything faded away. He was my undoing, and, if I didn’t push him away, I was afraid of what would happen.
“I know how it feels to lose a sibling.”
I took a deep breath, and turned to him with as much rage as I could muster. “No, you don’t!”
“I lost my sister. My twin sister, Zoey”
I could see the heartache in his eyes. Hear the crack in his voice when he said her name. But I pretended like I didn’t.
“How’d she die?” I asked.
He was quiet for a moment. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Cancer.”
Cancer. He didn’t beg his sister to go somewhere in place of him. He didn’t send her on the road to her death. “Everyone dies of cancer. Big fucking deal,” I spat before running off. I turned back, briefly, just enough time to see the utter disgust forming on his face.
Chapter 15
Knox
I stood on my side of the cage, but my mind was still in that parking lot, Mila’s words replaying over and over in my mind. Each time hurting more than the last. It was worse than any blow I had ever taken. Her words were like an iron fist to the face. I was foolish to think that having a tragedy in common would be the key to her soul. It was blaringly obvious that Mila didn’t have a soul.
“Where’s your head?” Coach asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face, and knocking me out of my thoughts.
“Huh?” I asked, shaking my head and glancing up at Coach, who had the look of disappointment on his face.
“Your head. Where the fuck is it? Because it sure as hell isn’t here right now.”
I took a few deep breaths and focused on my opponent across the mat. He was standing up, bouncing from one foot to the other. Full of energy, and looking as if he was all in. He wanted my title. Wanted to steal it right out from under me. He was hungry, and I couldn’t fucking care less.
“Hello?” Coach yelled.
I might not have cared, but Coach? He cared enough for the both of us. “I’m here.”
“You better fucking be. We didn’t train our asses off for you to blow it.”
“I’m not going to blow it.”
“Good because everyone’s counting on you.”
I could hear Julius’s voice in the crowd, and Marco’s hoots. I stole a glance over my shoulder and saw my three best friends on their feet, clapping, ready for me to add to their bank accounts. They put all of their faith in me, and I owed it to them to be here.
So, I pushed thoughts of Mila, and everything about that fucked up situation, out of my mind and focused on the prize.
The ref motioned for us to take our positions and I readied myself, bouncing
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