The Devil Inside

The drive to this 'hangout' was very long; almost an hour until we pulled up to a run down gym. "Uh," I hesitated to speak, "are we in the right place?" My voice came out shrill and quiet.

Chelsea just chuckled and hoped out of the car with her friends. I slowly opened the door and stepped out. I saw a few heavyweight bikers with long beards and lots of tattoos running up and down their arms in the far right corner of the property. They were laughing at something before, what looked like the leader of the group, saw mee and nudged the others.

all of them looked my way and I turned to look behind me. Chelsea was already at the door about to step in. I ran to the door and went right in with her while those men got up from their sitting positions and slowly followed behind, as a lump formed in my throat. Great idea Sophie! Just keep looking at them, yeah, that'll make this whole thing better!

My subconscious screamed at me sarcastically and I glared at her before turning around and entering the fogged building.

Harry's POV

Sweat dripped off of my forehead as my left fist connected with the punching bag over and over again before doing the same with my right fist. I repeatedly punched the bag until an arm gripped my shoulder firmly. I turned around quickly and twisted the arm away from me causing Zayn to howl in pain. I let him go slowly; afterwards catching my breath.

"Fucking hell, Harry!" He yelled, examining his arm like it's actually broken. I rolled my eyes, "Don"t fucking interrupt me when I'm training before a fight." I growled. He huffed and I walked away from the bag with him following behind.

"Michealson is ready." He announced sternly. I nodded and slipped off my tank top. I walked down the dark tunnle with Zayn on my right and Bryan on my left. A bright light appeared at the end of the hallway and I knew we were close to the ring. Here goes nothing.

We enter the ring and I look out at the crowd of people. A few biker men are in the back but they aren't looking towards the ring and shouting my name; they're looking straight at the front row and trying to get close to it.

I followed their stares and my eyes fell upon a petite figure shivering and her hands were bound together on her lap. Her hair was bouncing slightly and I just realized how long it was. She's quite the looker. She looked behind her constantly and I connected the two. Thats when I heard the bell ring and I was struck hard on my jaw.

I stumbled and then looked up at my opponent with a probably crazy look in my eyes. This fucker. I hit him square in the face sending him straight down. Stupid fuck. I looked back at the girl and everyone around her was cheering but I blocked them out. I just saw her sitting there. She wasn't shivering anymore and I saw in her eyes what everyone else saw. Fear. And it's going to stay that way.

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