Asher
Alyssa is pale and unsteady on her feet as she makes her way down from the cage. Immediately I know something’s wrong. An older guy catches her as she stumbles on the last step, but then her knees give out completely and she goes down.
Shit.
I jog over, pushing through the gathering crowd. By the time I make it to her side, the medics are there. And Cameron is standing over them all. He looks furious, but at whom, I don’t know.
In seconds, Alyssa is on a stretcher and the two medics carry her through to the treatment rooms at the rear of the Octagon. I make to follow but Cameron grabs my shoulder.
What the hell?
“What’re you doing here?” He growls.
“Brady heard there was an event tonight, so we came to watch the fights.” It’s the truth, I had no idea Alyssa was on tonight, her name wasn’t even on the line up. I didn’t know she was fighting until it was announced, and even then, I still didn’t expect it to be her.
How the fuck did I not know about this? Why didn’t she tell me? My god, I’m practically her boyfriend.
Or am I? I mean, I didn’t know she was a fighter. What else don’t I know about her?
“The last thing Aly needs is you distracting her in a fight, didn’t you see what just happened? If she’s injured, it’s on you!”
“What the actual fuck, Cam? Distracting her? I didn’t even know she was going to be up there! She told me you two were having a movie night.”
I’m freaking pissed. She lied to me. I’m pissed and hurt that she kept this massive secret between us. An entire part of her life, hiding as if it didn’t exist. It’s thrown me for a loop and now I have no idea where we stand.
“You didn’t know?” Cam asks, confusion replacing the anger in his voice. “But…”
And now he looks confused and as angry as I feel.
“No, I didn’t know.” Shaking my head, I’m surprised by how defeated I sound.
“Well, shit…” Cameron rubs a hand over his face. He looks suddenly tired. He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Let’s go and see her. I want to know that she’s okay before my fight.”
I nod, at least that’s something we can agree on.
