“Hey, Case.” He greeted with a small smile as he shuffled on the spot where he stood. “You were great up there,” he sounded hesitant, as if he was unsure of whether or not it was the right thing to say. I smiled weakly at him, “Thanks.” I took my bag and hitched it on my shoulder, gritting my teeth as I started walking towards the door. I’ve always thought that the throbbing kind of pain was the most annoying one. “Here, let me help you with that,” Adam offered as he took my bag from me. Normally, I would’ve protested because I was annoyingly stubborn like that but with the state I was in, I didn’t have it in me to argue about something so insignificant. I had my keys in my hand and I clenched my hands into fist. The feel of the keys digging into my skin helped clear my mind from the immense pain I was feeling with every movement. I walked out with Adam through the back doo
Two days after the fight and I still felt as roughed up as I did an hour after the fight. Rolling around and out of bed was not an option because every move I made forced a grunt out of my lips. I still had to go to school today and with the way I was limping everywhere, I’d need a miracle for it to go unnoticed around school. I didn’t want to miss a day of school unless it was a life and death situation so calling in sick was definitely not an option. When my alarm went off, I gingerly stepped out of bed and tried to make as little movements as I could. I carefully made my way to my closet and took some clothes to change into before limping away into the toilet. To say that every movement ached like a bitch was an understatement and I could only pray that it’d all dull away somehow before my last fight. I needed to win, badly. I could only hope my opponent would be in a worse condition than I was. It’s probably
“So tonight’s the night, huh?” I turned to face Adam at the sound of his voice. He was leaning on the door frame, hands in his pockets as he watched me. I was sitting on my bedroom floor, packing up some last few things into my duffel bag. “Yeah,” I sighed as I looked at the contents of my bag. My limbs weren’t as sore as it was the first few days after my fight with Cole and I was beyond grateful. I was counting on the adrenaline to numb the residual pain during the fight tonight. “Please be careful out there, Case,” He said in such a low voice that I barely heard him. I flashed him a weak smile. I wanted to be able to show some confidence and assure him that I was going to be okay after tonight but I honestly wasn’t that sure of myself. “I’m sure you’ll do great, Case.” Adam said after a second as he pushed himself off the doorframe and took two strides
Blood trickled down the side of my head and I inwardly cursed. My head was probably split open. Well the odds certainly aren’t looking good. I could taste the metallic taste of blood as I licked my split lip. Narrowing my eyes at the man I once considered a friend I tried my best to keep myself upright. He kept his steely grey eyes trained on me, his gaze never leaving mine as his chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. The man standing opposite of me has a huge build. I have sparred with Levy before. We’ve trained together. I’ve seen him fight. But fighting against him now made me realize that he had never really showed me his true potential. I guess this was what he was saving that for. There was no trace of the playful friend he always was to me. He wasn’t planning to hold back this time. Next thing I knew, his fist swung an inch away from my face and I immediately pulled my head back. He was being ruthless, he d
Three years later_______________“Say cheese!” Preston yelled at us, Maddison right beside him with her arms around his torso as she watched us with a smile. I gave the camera the brightest smile I could muster while both of my parents practically screamed, “Cheese!” Preston had a goofy smile on his face as he looked at the result of the picture and I bounded up next to him to take a peek over his shoulder. I was squeezed in between my mom and dad, towering over my mom’s 4’9 figure with my 5 inch heels. My dad was still slightly taller than me even with these heels on. My dad was wearing a navy blue button up and a tie while my mother was in a white long-sleeved dress that ended just above her knees. They both had wide smiles on their faces, looking proud and overjoyed. My graduation gown was draped over my silver knee-length dress. My graduation cap was slightly tilted and I was keeping a hand on it t
(2 years after graduation) “Babe, are you sure you remembered to pack the sweets?” Adam asked me from the back of the car. He was in the middle of rummaging the car’s trunk, his head peeking out to regard me with a quirked eyebrow. I turned to face Adam, still trying to stuff my things into my handbag. I strolled towards him and gave the bags littering the car’s trunk a quick sweep. I spotted the red shopping bag and opened it to reveal the chocolates and lollipops I packed. “Oh ye, of little faith,” I tutted Adam with a smile playing on my lips. “I never doubted you for a second,” Adam declared jokingly, pulling me towards him by my waist and giving my temple a kiss. I scoffed at his words, but the smile stayed on my lips as I grabbed a couple of the bags to help him. There were at least 6 of them in there and they didn’t look light. Adam was about to argue but I turned to him and
I've often heard people say that your brain records every second of your life from the second that you were born into this world. I believe in that saying.It might be hard to believe but I faintly remember peeking through the gaps on the side of my sister's crib when she was a baby. I must've been 2 or 3 at the time. She was fast asleep, her fists covered in small mittens to keep her tiny hands warm. The cloth moved slightly as she clenched and unclenched her fists in her sleep. When she brought her fist to her mouth, I stopped it from doing so with a finger."No, baby Casey, dirty. You'll get sick." I whispered softly to the sleepy baby.The small fingers inside the mittens moved as if trying to grip onto the finger that was holding her hands away from her mouth.
4 years before TNCF"Bry, have you thought about what you'd like to study in Uni?" Dad asked as he chewed the little bit of food left in his mouth.I shrugged mindlessly without looking at Dad, scooping up another spoonful of food from my plate."I haven't really thought about it but it'll probably be Business Management? You know I'm not very good at anything that has to do with Science or Art," I answered.I noticed the growing frown on Cassandra's face while listening to our conversation.I can almost hear her inner thoughts rant just by observing the shifts in her facial expressions. "Why do they have to have this conversation now? Bryant is still in the 9