Page 15 of Cage's Downfall

“Vomit or pass out?”

“Vomit.”

“I’m going with pass out.”

I gritted my teeth hearing Fate and Nate going back and forth. I wasn’t passing out, nor was I going to vomit.

“Give you twenty if she passes out.”

“Make it fifty and you have a deal.”

I continued to ignore them while doing my reps. Then as I lowered the weight down, to do the last set, my stomach started to twist.

Fuck. I had done it again. I rushed to the side grassy area emptying my stomach of my protein shake.

“I knew she would vomit over passing out,” Fate said.

I was panting, bending over. Whose fucking idea was this again?

A firm hand patted me on the back and I leaned back up. Looking at Fate I wasn’t sure what else to say. “I have never been this unfit in my entire life.”

“Well you’re twenty next week, think ya starting ya twenties fit and healthy.”

I scoffed. “Fit would mean I could complete my workout.”

“Come on Autz that workout was what you did when you were in prime shape and a hell of a lot younger,” Nate said and my eyes sliced into his.

“You calling me old?”

He raised his hands. “And this is when I’m going to tap out.”

I was basically blowing fire as I watched him walk away from their gym set up.

“You know what I find amusing?” Fate said to my side, I gave him a look to continue. “That you own gyms but train in our backyard.”

“I work out in the gym.”

“Not like you do here. You go into beast mood.” He gripped my chin, turning my head to the side. “Fuck she got you good the other night.”

“I know I want a rematch. I had to get stoned and drunk to surpass the pain.”

He cracked a grin. “How did the club take you coming home bruised, high and drunk?”

I shrugged. I wouldn’t admit that I had slipped away this morning before anyone woke up. My eyes dropped to my wrist, seeing that scar. The pain was a good feeling, meant I was alive.

“Does Jacob know you are fighting again?”

I paused. Up to when the depression hit, I was in trained boot camps, weekend fights in competitions had been my childhood. I was always the underdog because I was the little blonde who they thought couldn’t throw a punch.

My undefeated record soon taught them to shut up before talking shit to me. I was little, but I was also quick. My cardio was letting me down, as well as my strength.

I always thought I would fight in competitions but now I was getting into underground fights. No one expected it of me. A girl was looking for a fight at one of F and N’s crews parties, I volunteered. Fought in one of F’s large shirts cause I wouldn’t have got the movement in my dress.

I knocked that woman out.

I was taught ‘knock them out or pass out’. Never tap out. I still stood by that rule. I’d rather be choked out, then to tap out.

“Alright back at it.” F hit me on the back, and I walked to the sidelines ready to do sets of running back and forth across Nate’s backyard.

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