Axel's P.O.V.
Okay, this place is creepy as fuck I think as I follow behind coach into a what looks like a deserted office in the downtown London, 30 minute drive from the gym.
The sign on the door said "Closed" but apparently that's what it always says.
"Sorry, we're closed." a woman in her thirties, sitting behind the the reception says and gives as a fake smile.
Arnold sighs. "Don't tell me you don't recognise me, miss Middleton."
Sophie's P.O.V.My mother exhales nervously as she mixes her tea with the spoon. "I can't believe you're pregnant." she whispers.I bite my lip. "Me neither. I still have to go to a gynecologist to be absolutely sure, but the doctor said it's almost impossible to be anything else.""We're not mentioning this to your father until we go to the gynecologist." she tells me and I happily agree.I was horrible telling mum, I can't imagine how it will be with dad.
Dave / Axel's P.O.V.The UFC judges come 5 minutes before they should, some of them sitting down, some of them standing and leaning on the wall, but all of them have their arms crossed and look like they take no bullshit."Arnold, you better not have brought us all here for nothing, you know we never have time for anything, anyway." one of them says, honestly looking kinda bored and my anxiety levels go up even more than they were before."Davis, just shut up and trust me on this, okay?" coach says, exhales a short breath and looks at me, smiling.
"Holy fucking shit, Axel, I knew it, I fucking knew it!" coach yells, hugging me while somehow jumping around.I stand there, immobile, not really sure what just happened, and it seems that's the case for all the people in the room, except for the coach. He's still jumping around like a kid.Michael slowly looks up at me, then stands to his feet, breathing hard and in pain. "Goddamn it, kid. I'm not sure how you pulled that-""Stop fucking calling me kid." I immediately say, taking a step towards him.Somehow, the move seems to wake up
Sophie's P.O.V.It's funny how life works. Everything around you and inside you always does its best to make sure you never have it all.There's always something missing, a piece of the puzzle, an answer.A person.I sigh to myself, putting my hands over my stomach like I've done at least a hundred times today. The paleness of my hands contrasts well with the dark blue shirt I'm wearing and the black pants.The people rush back and forth aroun
Sophie's POV"What? What's going on?" I ask, alarmed by the sound of her voice; she seems shocked, and I don't know if that's a good thing or not.Usually, it's not."Just come to my house as soon as possible." she demands and then hangs up.What is going on?I let out a shaky breath and see mum coming towards the car, carrying a bag so I hurry and try to take it from her, to help her, but she doesn't let me.
Axel's P.O.V.Is this real life?I think for probably the hundredth time this week as I look out the window to see about 10 paparazzi eagerly waiting for me to show up.This is what happens when you need to write an article but have no pictures because, who'd guess, Dave Axel Williams has no existing pictures.Big fucking shock there.The last few days flew by in a kind of a daze; my mind and myself are not really adjusted to all of this shit yet and have a hard time figuring out th
Sophie's P.O.V.Fear.You never really know what it's like to fear, to be afraid to death, even if you might think you know you do.There's always a kind of sense, a rational thought that calms you down even just for a little bit, because somehow you know everything will be okay; when you're walking home at night in the dark and see something moving in the shadows, you know it's just your imagination probably.It could be when you're walking on a bridge and standing near the edge, fear filling you because if you fall over, you're going
An unfamiliar man is standing under the doorframe, frowining in anger. "That scream scared the shit out of me! Thought you killed her already! Remember, the fucker has to get here before you can kill her!" he shouts and I try to curl in a ball but I can't because of the chains."And at least cover her up or something, she did nothing wrong and doesn't deserve to be like this. We agreed that taking off her clothes was for the picture only."I want to scream "thank you" and run to him and hug him, but his next words stop me."Though maybe It'd be better if the fucker sees her like this. Maybe even better if she'd be under you." h