Freedom

I lay in bed thinking, not able to sleep. 'You will never find a person who will love you more than I do.' What did he mean by that? Surely he doesn't love me. Why would he? I'll just have to make him not love-like me. He only likes me. He can't love me, he just can't. I groaned and rolled off the bed, ignoring the pain shooting up my arm. I landed on the wood floor with a thud, my face unattractively pressed into the wood. I lay there with no ambition to get up. My breathing evened again as I got used to the burn in my wrist. I stayed on the floor for a few hours, thinking, till the sun rose. The door opened, and heavy foot-falls rattled my head. Warm hands picked me up and put me back on my bed, leaving little patterns on my hips.
"Why were you on the floor?" Harry asked, still moving his fingers on my skin.
"I didn't want to get up?" I smiled, causing him to smile.
"Ok, sure." I poked on of his dimples. "Do you want to go to school today?"
"When do I ever?" I answered with a question.
"Right. So I'll go, and get your homework, then we can work on it together after school." I nodded, slowly sitting up. He frowned at me.
"Go get dressed, you have two hours." I pointed to the door.
"Alright. Shout if you need anything." I nodded once more before he disappeared and closed my door.

Harry came back in with a glass of orange juice in his hand, and a smile on his lips. I stood in the middle of the room, struggling with my shirt. He quickly put the glass down and walked over to me, taking the edge of my shirt and helping me. He picked my pants up and waited for me to step into them. I had to put both my hands on him for balance as he pulled them up and buttoned them. His eyes were glued to mine once he finished helping me.
"Thanks." I murmured. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"My pleasure." He whispered, kissing my forehead. "Put your brace on." He picked the stupid floppy thing off the floor, offering it towards my arm.
"No, I'd rather not." I made my way to the door and down the hall. He followed me, holding both the juice, and the brace.
"Put it on."
"No thanks."
"Don't you want to get better?" I shrugged. "I want you to get better." I sat on the couch, ignoring his comment. He stood in front of me. "Put it on."
"No."
"Sadie, put it on, please." He reached for my wrist, scowling when I jumped over the back of the couch and back toward my room. He followed me again. Poor boy. He ripped my good arm back, forcing me to stop. "Put. It. On. Now." I ignored him and took his hand off me, still facing him.
"I don't need it." I stated matter-of-fact like.
"Sadie. If you don't put it on I swear I will-"
"What? What will you do?" I sassed. He fumed silently.
"I will force you to put it on." I smirked.
"Oh please. Try me." I rolled my eyes. His eyes filled with rage. I turned to go into my room when he ripped me back, so I was once again facing him. He brought his hand up, and slapped my cheek. The humor in my eyes dropped quicker than his face.
"Sadie, I'm so sorry. I didn't-"
"Mean too? Well you did."
"Please, I'm sorry-"
"Go to school." I brushed past him, going to the kitchen. I grabbed my keys off the rack, and I grabbed a bottle of water.
"Sadie-"
"You're going to be late." I cut him off flatly."Go." I opened the door to my right and went to the garage, strutting over to my bike. Harry watched me from the doorway. I threw my helmet to the floor and got on. It felt good to get back on him. I held the handles and opened the garage doors, zooming out faster than hell. The wind flowed through my hair, I pulled my sunglasses out of my pocket, putting them on.


Ted looked at me curiously as I walked into my club.
"Give me a line up of them, today is a day I need to beat the living shit out of people." He looked at my bright red cheek.
"Yes ma'am." I went back to my room, stripping down to my spanx. I wrapped my knuckles, an my wrist.

"And in this corner, HAWKWING!" The crowd went berserk. They missed me. "And in this corner-" I went into my zone. Today I was the only one walking away with a big-ass smirk on my face and a fat bag of money haning off my arm.

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