Dance Kills, Fight Saves

"Come in, Kai." He gave me a side hug and went inside to meet the other party members. But wait- I smell something. A perfume? "Sorry baby, I was late." He pulls in for a kiss bit I stopped him and removed the ring from my finger. Leaving, I remember myself. I smelt the lady perfume on my boyfriend. The perfume wasn't mine.

6 months later

"You promised the world and I fell for it.

I put you first and you adored it.

Set fires to my forest, 

And you let it burn.

Sang off key in my chorus, 

Cause it wasn't yours-" My eyes slowly drifted towards my friend, Layla. "I'm so sorry Kara, I didn't know." She sounded worried. I shakes my head and dropped the guitar. 

"Yeah," I motion her to continue speaking. "Kai got another one." She lowly mumbled. Loud enough for me to hear. 

"It's okay, I'm not longer his girlfriend so does that even matter to me?" I say in the stone cold voice I have now. For people. "Okay, bye." She gave me a hug and I remained stiff. I fear hugs since that encounter with uhm him. 

She leaves and I picked the guitar, recited the chorus. "This dance it was killing me softly, 

I needed to hate you to love me, yeah

To love love, yeah 

To love love, yeah 

I needed to lose you to find me." I stop singing and throw my guitar to a side. "Bark," I answered the call, clutching my hair. 

"Miss Kara?" A voice boomed. Shit! I squeezed shut my eyes and apologised, "I'm sorry Mr Ace, I just was stressed a lot these days." Racing my hands through my silky bangs, I sigh. "Okay madame but be careful. It can be rude to people," I agreed with him. 

"What's the time?" I ask. "Eleven," I cut the call and pack an outfit. I decided on a nike sports bra and grey tracksuit with matching grey training jacket. My hair piled into Dutch braids, I leave the apartment with my boxing gloves. 

Three hours later 

"Kara from Paris and Jayden from district-" The announcer cut off by referee whistle. Fight starts. He punched my stomach first and threw me on the floor. Get up. I throw a punch that almost breaks his jaw. I Trained a lot for this. I trap him beneath me and choke him. It makes his face blue. Continue punching his right shoulder, harder and harder. I hitch beneath the strokes. Referee whistle. "Shoulder dislocate." 

I smirked. He clutches his shoulder and slams my head. This is it. My head is my weak point. My eyes instantly turn red and anger takes control. After hours of kicking him, his built was good with some muscles bumping. But he is bleeding from mouth. Bruises all on his face and abdomen. 

You have to focus. One more shot and he's out. "And The heartless girl wins again!" The announcer exclaimed as all started clapping. The referee lifted my hand up as my breath heaved. I'm short of breath. "You are selected for the world championship, Kara." 

Yes! Dear Kai, losing you was one good thing I did.. I found myself. 

And my career in street fight!