Fighting for Love(4)By: L.P. Dover
Her words were the truth, but it didn’t stop my heart from wanting to hold onto the past just a little while longer. There was always that part of me that said, Don’t give up, there is still hope. I’d been saying that for ten years and nothing ever came of it. You could only hold out for so long before life passed you by. Do I honestly want to waste more time?
The answer was no.
Hanging my head and closing my eyes tight, I blew out a shaky breath and finally found the courage to admit my secret, “You’re right, Lexi. I have been punishing myself by holding onto the past, but the truth is that I don’t know how to move on. I can’t seem to let go.”
Squeezing my hand, Lexi breathed a sigh of relief, and with a smile on her face, uttered happily, “Well, it’s about damn time you admitted you have issues. That’s the first step to moving on. Why don’t you call Caleb and hang out as friends? Take things slow and see where it leads. It doesn’t hurt to see what could be there.”
Getting to her feet, she adjusted the camera around her neck and ambled toward the door. “All right, now that I’ve given you a day’s worth of good advice, I have to go. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll take the day off and use that time wisely.” She stopped by the door and turned around, gazing out the window behind me with a sly grin on her face. “You know, it’s a beautiful day out there. A day at the beach would be the perfect time to relax and get to know someone without the pressure of other people around. Just saying …”
She winked at me and disappeared out the door. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was suggesting, so the only issue was if I was going to heed it. Staring at my computer screen, an email from Bryan popped up, but instead of opening it up I turned off my laptop. Today was supposed to be my day off, so I was going to treat it like one. If Bryan’s email was important it would be in my inbox tomorrow morning. For now, it was my time to let it go and enjoy a day at the beach.
It was going to feel good to do something different, and it was only the beginning.
THE MUSCLES IN MY THIGHS and calves burned as I raced through another mile … and then another. Every morning before going to the gym I ran at least three to four miles per my coach’s order, but at the moment I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to go harder. The more I pushed myself the better I became. It was something I learned a long time ago. Some people had things handed to them, while others just sat on their asses not giving a shit about making themselves better. I, on the other hand, worked hard for all that I had, and not a day went by when I didn’t strive to move up another step. It was all I lived for: training and fighting.
Even during the off season I trained just like I would if I was competing. Now my off time was over, and in a couple of days I would have my first fight in the Golden State MMA Tour at the Sleep Train Arena in Sacramento.
It was the one city I loved once before, but now hated. I had a worthless excuse of a father who left my mother when I was eight years old with nothing to help support me or my sister. Every day since then I’ve worked my ass off, doing various jobs for our neighbors so I could help keep us afloat until I got old enough to get a real job. As soon as I saved enough money, I packed up my mother and younger sister and left, never once looking back. Recently, my mother followed her dream and opened up her own hair salon, and my sister was in her third year of college studying Marine Biology.
My mother refused to come to my fights because she said it wasn’t intended for a mother to have to watch someone else try to hurt her son, but my sister was a different story. She was my biggest fan and had promised to come to a couple of my fights this month since the tour was going to be in California. The only thing I hated about her being there was the worthless, douche bag fighters that always tried to hit on her when I turned my back. It was a pain in the fucking ass.
For the tour I was going to be fighting against new and established MMA fighters. The only major fights were at the very end of the tour, when every single champion had to defend their title against the fighters with the most points from last season. I was a nobody when I fought in it six years ago, but luckily I became noticed and landed my sponsorship, along with my agent, Garrett Wells.