The Fighter

Harry is dragged by Zayn to a female boxing match to see one of the best female fighters-Bethany. Harry watches Bethany as she fights and realizes by the way she moves, something about her is off but she's still powerful. When he gets the chance to meet her, and their relationship takes off, can they fight to keep their relationship together or will they be pulled apart because they both lead two totally different lives and Bethany's deep, dark secret?

*Includes sex, alcohol, self harm references/actions, and cursing*


31. Anger

“Get your head in it, Bethany!” Mike screamed at me. I was getting angry with him, throwing punches harder and harder at him. I finally punched him square in the face, knocking him on his ass.

“Stop pissing me the fuck off.” I spat on him through my mouth guard. Mike shook his head and started to sit up slowly.

“I was trying to push you harder…”

“And it pissed em the fuck off.” I threw my gloves on the ground and went for water. I guzzled it before grabbing a jump rope and starting on that.

Avoiding Harry everyday was getting difficult. He would show up every day after practice ready to take me home to get cleaned up than out to eat to get me a decent meal. I couldn’t lie, it was nice getting decent food in me but Harry made me happy and with what I was up against I couldn’t be happy.

“Alright, take a break Beth.” Mike called to me. I nodded and went to the break room to see Gemma sitting in there.

“What do you want, Gem?”

“You’ve been avoiding me…”

“I’m avoiding everyone in general. I’m even avoiding your brother.”

“Why? Aren’t you two like dating?”

“Yeah…I can’t’ be around him. He throws off my whole game. I was much better off anti-social.”


“How can I be angry all the time when I’m around someone that makes me happy? It doesn’t make any sense. I need to be filled with hate and anger so I can win so I can pay Mike off.”

“Bethany…don’t you think it would be easier to go to jail?”

“At one point I would’ve said yes.”

“And what about now?”

“Now I feel like I’m hiding everything and I can’t seem to feel like a normal person.”

“But you are normal…”

“Gemma, most people don’t date pop stars if they aren’t famous, most girls aren’t murders and get away with it…I’m not normal.”


“Neither are you Gemma…you’re hiding from the only family you have all because you’re ashamed. You have no reason to hide.”

“That isn’t fair.”

“Sure it is…you could have your normal life back.”

“So could you if you would turn yourself in! You could get out of this stupid fighting funk!”

“I enjoy fighting; I have to do it for the girl.”

“Oh my god…will you ever let her go? It wasn’t your fault!”

“I KILLED HER GEM! OF COURSE IT’S MY FAULT!” I screamed at her, getting angrier and angrier as the seconds passed. Gem finally held her hands up in surrender and I screamed with anger, throwing a punch at the wall creating a hole. I walked out of the room and grabbed my gloves, going to the bag so I could start practicing my throws. My anger was building up and I knew there was no way my net opponent was getting off easy. 

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