You Are Mine: You Are My Everything

Chapter 23: Hope

~Colin's POV~

I swing my fist at the guy's ribs as I feel his knee collide with my left hip. Shame I have a higher pain tolerance and the blow feels more like a five-year-old is fighting me. I suppose a high pain tolerance is one perk from my childhood.

My mind is racing with anger and tension. Emery is right, I have not felt this tense and stressed in a long time. So, what does she do, she goes against her word and leaves the building. Sure, he talked to her and that was all, much to my great surprise, but he could have done a lot worse. He could have bound and gagged her, he could have knocked her out and stuffed her in the trunk of a car.

"Please Colin, please help, don't let them take me, please." Anger fuels my movements as I pummel my fists against my opponent. The words from my dream ring in my ears, the same words my sister pleaded to me. I remember that night as if it was yesterday, the last time I saw my sister. The night I was arrested. I remember being handcuffed and her being taken to a different police car, I was told she was going to a group home.

I remember her struggling with the cop trying to get back to my side. I remember her young tear-stained face crying for me. "Please Colin, please help, don't let them take me! Please! Colin!" Her words ring in my ears and I feel a knot pile in my throat. Fuck I haven't thought of the end of that night in years.

"Hey Colin, man, I think that is a tap out!" Denzel says as he hurries over.

I glance at the man I am fighting and frown when I notice how bloody his face is and his eyes wide with fear. I sigh taking a step back "sorry." I mutter pulling my gloves off and tossing them in the corner. I step over to my water bottle and take a long drink from it.

"Work or women problems?" Denzel asks walking over to me.

I sigh glancing at him "woman."

"Same girl?"

I nod "yeah, still Emery."

Denzel nods slowly he leans against the bands of the ring. "Want to talk about it?"

I shake my head "no. I don't."

"That's a shame."

I frown a little and glance up at the voice. What the hell is Dr. Anca doing here? "Mathias, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I haven't seen or heard from you in nearly three weeks, so I told Denzel to call me the next time you stopped in," Anca says. "Can we talk?"

"I have to get going," I say as I step out of the ring and head for the locker room, frowning when Anca follows me.

"How is Emery?"

I sigh a little stepping into the locker room I shove my gloves in and place my water bottle in the basket labelled for washing. "It's complicated."

"How so?" Anca asks as he sits down on the bench.

"Are you really going to grill me while I change?" I ask grabbing the spare t-shirt and jeans that I keep in the locker.

"You haven't really given me another option and I just watched you pummel a guy blindly; I know what it looks like when your mind is elsewhere in the ring, Colin. Talk."

I glance at him with a small glare. He is the only person other than Joyce who can give me an order and not piss me off, but it still irritates me. I step into one of the stalls and change out of the sweat-drenched t-shirt and joggers. When I am dressed I step out sighing heavily "we are getting married."

Anca blinks a little in surprise "married? Really? When did you get engaged, after she left you?"

I grimace a little as I shove my clothes into one of the dirty laundry baskets. Denzel always gets one of the part-time employees to wash them for me and put them back in my locker. I lean a little against the wall, I hate that Joyce tells Anca shit. She's been doing it since I was seventeen, forcing me to talk over the hard shit and I owe her for it, but I also hate it.