Page 67 of Burning Truths

“Come on don’t tell me you forgot about his baby blues.” She sings in a light voice that defies everything she eludes right this moment. She’s anything but sweet and sugary. This woman in a venus fly trap waiting to snatch up its next prey. Deadly, yet beautiful.

My eyes burn from the threat of more tears leaving me wondering how much one person can cry in a twenty-four hour period. My throat feels like it’s closing in on me when she continues to say his name. I risk a look to the left trying to spot West or G but they are deep in a conversation I can no longer hear. A hit slams into the top of my shoulder just below my collarbone, the force almost putting me on my ass. Sucking in a large gulp of air my right foot steps forward looking for an opening but coming up short. Oakley dances away when she spots my forward motion knowing just how to escape me.

“I was the one to bury him.” She states calmly.

The way she speaks it’s almost like we’re chatting about the weather but with each word she paints a gruesome picture.

Swinging her leg around she nails me in the top of my thigh dropping me to the floor before dancing away.

“Do you remember what his smile looked like?” She asks.

Glassy sea blue eyes peer at me anticipating my next move. My entire body shakes when my palms push against the flooringbringing me back to my feet. Wiping at the sweat building over my brows, my mouth opens and closes.

Tis-king, she looks off to the side, “It was a beautiful one. He was a lucky one until you decided to stitch his mouth shut.” She seethes.

Tears roll down my cheeks, images and memories crash into me.

“Pretty girl.”

The name he used to call me slips from my lips under my breath but she still heard. Sticking her tongue between her teeth she nods once. Lunging at me Oakley pounds hit after hit into my sides. Knocking the air from my chest my knees buckle making me drop to the floor. Using my arms I cover my head in the fetal position trying to protect myself from her assault. Punch after punch. My back, my sides, the back of my neck.

“Enough!” a loud voice bellows.

His voice bounces off the walls yet the hits keep coming. My heartbeat pounds in my ears and blood rushes through my veins. When the hits start to slow I take an opening and drop to my stomach rolling away from her reach. Using my left leg I strike out at the back of her knee bringing her down to me. It’s almost impossible to breathe through the pain but I push past it and focus on the psycho in front of me. I can hear footsteps rushing our way, but my vision blurs red covering the entire room in a haze of rage and hurt.

Crawling to her I shove off the floor throwing my entire body weight into her giving myself an advantage. Once I’m over her, I bring my elbow down on her throat, a cough spilling from her at the pressure. The hand that’s wrapped has thick padding on it so I use it to take the punches to the side of her face and ribs. She tries to buck me off but I’ve faded into nothing but raw energy.

“Kenna!” A voice screams from behind me but I don’t let go of the shattered control I still cling to.

Blood drips onto white teeth with the following punch dragging a hollow laugh from her chest. The blue in her eyes dim with each punch but she eats them like a fucking champ.

“Okay, Kenna. Back off.” I make out G’s voice standing over me.

Thick corded arms lift me from the mat pulling me away from a bloody Oakley. Her wide smile splattered in red she lets her head back against the floor, her chest heaving.

“I knew she was in there somewhere.” She groans.

Licking the blood from her lips she smacks them putting on a show of admiring the flavor. Sinking into the chest behind me my legs give out leaving him with my entire weight across his arms. His warm breath fans over my sweaty skin when he leans in to speak to only me.

“That’s my girl.” West says, pressing a kiss into the side of my head.

Oakley stands, peering at me with a chilling expression, she wipes off her hands on her thighs.

“You’re a bad bitch.” She chuckles holding out her fist.

Eyeing her up and down for a second my fist raises to meet her in a fist bump.

“And you’re a freak of nature.” I quip.

Busting out in a loud laugh, bending at the knee, she holds her side. “Damn, little sheep. I like that one.” She shakes a finger at me before heading to the ropes and jumping down from the mat.

Once it’s just me and West left in the ring I spin in his hold and look up into milky brown eyes. His lighthearted smile pulling out one of my own to reflect his. Lifting a hand to push back the hair stuck to my face his inquisitive gaze skates over me sending a chill down my spine. Leaning my cheek into his palm, seeking comfort, he doesn’t move away instead he drags me into him for a deep hug. Breathing in his scent the organin my chest starts to stitch itself back together with the glue his hold provides.

Tilting away from me his thumb wipes away a drop of blood from my face. “You bleed, we bleed.” His tone is low and promising.

Chapter Thirty-Two

KENNA

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