Proving You Wrong

Chapter Twenty Five: An Even Darker Disposition

~Faith's POV~

"What the hell is going on?" I asked, sitting up groggily and struggling to see.

"Faith, are you okay?" A concerned Kaden questioned from beside me on the couch.

"Not really." I lifted my palm to my head, which was pounding from the light and stung from something else. "Is Jordan's party over?"

"Yeah, it's three in the morning"

"What? How long have I been asleep? I don't even remember going to bed. I barely even remember leaving your house."

"Do you remember any part of tonight?"

"I just said I don't even remember going to bed and you think I remember anything else. Why don't I remember anything?" I removed my palm from my head and saw faint traces of blood on my hand "What happened?"

Kaden heaved a large sigh and he placed his hand on my leg. He looked like telling me what happened was straining him, almost like he didn't know exactly how to word bad news to me. "You know those brownies you found in my room?" I nodded faintly remembering that I had eaten one. "Those were pot brownies I confiscated from Jordan. He thought he would be cool and get some for his birthday but I yelled at him and tossed them in my room before the party started. After we realized that you ate one we took you back here and you went crazy. You wouldn't sit down or anything and when we thought we had finally gotten you to go to bed, you where gone. Of course we went to go search for you, but we couldn't find you anywhere. Then you called Christian and you seemed so scared. You said you felt like someone was following you and that you weren't sure where you were, but that there was grass everywhere and it was dark. We figured you were at the park, and when we found you.... you were unconscious with blood drizzling down your forehead. We didn't know what happened or if you were okay."

It was a lot to take in and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say. I wanted to ask why they didn't take me to the hospital if they weren't sure if I was okay and I've been unconscious for hours. He wasn't done with his story though. "Until I got a call... Blackwood found you before I did. He said he got some information out of you that he could use to get me to back out of the fight. If I didn't back out, he'd find a way to use the information against me, or he'd push up the fight. I chose the latter. I don't know what he could've possibly found out from you that would get me to forfeit, but I'm calling his bluff. He doesn't have anything that will make me want to drop out. I won't. I can't." By the time he finished he seemed distraught. He was looking off with his covering his mouth and I was rubbing his back.

"So, when's the fight?"

"Next week." He stated, strained. "I'm ready. The guys and I'll will work extra hard this week and get in some last minute training. I'll be fine. " He removed his hands from his face and looked at me angled downwards. "But you need to be fine too. I'm sorry that we all got you involved in this. It wasn't our intention; to get you hurt."

"Once I can process everything that's happening, I'll be fine. Can I ask, why are all of you involved in the first place?" Looking into his eyes, I see many different feelings. Pain. Fear. Sadness. I don't think he wants to be apart of this. I think, in a way, he was forced.

"Your brother and I have been friends for a long while. When you parents died, he was looking for a distraction, and I was looking for some money to help support my family. My father... when he left, he didn't leave much behind, but I always kept his MMA gloves. I never understood why he had them, but they were all I had of him. One day I saw the name of a fighting team written on the gloves. It was so faded I'd never seen it before. I tracked down the place he used to fight for and Christian and I started a team. In the beginning we were sloppy and all we wanted was the money. Eventually my friends found out and they wanted in. We used to be friends with Alec, which is how he came to be our sort of treasurer, but he's a dick. Always has been. Especially after what he did to you... I'd never hated him more. We only kept him around because he knows our secret and is good at what he does."