161 days till graduation. 161 days till my life begins.

I've never been to a concert, or even something like a music festival, but this place, where Travis has dragged me to is what I'd imagine a concert or music festival to be like. There is an astounding number of people crammed into this small space and each one of them are trying to speak over the other. If you are claustrophobic or you're just not a fan of being in a crammed up space with bulky and sweaty bodies all around you, then this is definitely not a place you should even consider visiting.

"Travis! Where are we going?!"

"Just give me a minute, love."

Travis is now dragging me through this sea of people. I can't really even make out where we're headed.

"Are you f*cking blind lass?! Watch where you're bloody going!" A massive man basically spits on my face as I accidentally bump into him trying to catch up with Travis.
He looks like he's about to push me down, Travis stops and looks back and tries to figure out why I look like I'm bracing myself for an impending attack.

"Do we have a problem here, mate?" he says, coming in between me and the giant man, seeming unfazed but the guy's sheer size. One hand is still clutching my hand and the other is clenched tightly by his side. His knuckles have gone white.

"Ty-Tywin. I..I didn't realize she's your bird. I apologize." The man just stuttered out of fear. Travis is clearly a big deal here. Suddenly, just his name is all I need to be protected. Well, his stage name at least.

I get a sudden dash of confidence to walk on my own but Travis has other plans and decides not to take his chances and pull me to his side and wraps an arm around my waist and we are headed towards wherever he's got his mind on taking me.

We're in a small clearing of some sort and I finally find a familiar face.

"Jordon!" Travis calls out and Jordon catches his eye and walks over. He's about to say something but he stops when he sees me. I give him a small wave, but he's just not having it.

"What is she doing here?!" he barks at Travis as soon as he comes over to us.

"Jus...just, take care of her ok? I only have one match today. Don't let her wander off."

"I'm on flipping baby sitting duty?! What. The. Hell. Trav."

"Jordan. Please."

And just like that, after a staring contest between the two, Jordan agrees to "baby sit" me but he does not put in any effort to show that he is not pleased. Not one bit.
Travis then disappears to some back door and it's just Jordan and I. And the guys who look like thugs all around us of course.

"So. What do you do here?" I ask Jordan, in an attempt to make conversation and to break the tension between us.

"I don't think I should tell you that. This is the last place a girl like you should ever come to. What was Travis thinking. He is sodding blinded by your love. Stupid, stupid, stupid-"

"And what's that supposed to mean?! I'm here anyways aren't I? Might as well just spill the beans." I say, cutting him short.

"Not anything you should worry your little head with. But long story short, Travis fights here, under an alias, always wins and then walks out of here with a butt load of cash. I'm kind of like his manager. That's it."

"What's his dad got to do with this place?"  I ask, in hopes of extracting some information from him. That's how Michael stumbled upon this area in the first place. Michael was looking into his dad, not Travis. So how is this place connected to Him?

"Woah. Why is his dad coming into this conversation?"

"I just thought. Never mind."  It's probably not a good idea to reveal too much to Jordan and so I decide to keep my mouth shut.

Jordan doesn't try to probe me further and we don't say a word to each other for the next half hour.

I use this time to take a good look at the place.

The walls look stained. I do not want to know with what.

The place is not very well lit, quite a few flickering lights above us.

I don't see many girls here, other than the occasional bikini clad "models" selling cigarettes. Those girls are probably selling more than that with their flirtatious glances to the drunk men in here, but again, I do not want to know. One of them winks at me as she passes. I give her a fake smile and once she passes, I visibly shudder. Jordan sees this and let's out a small laugh. I elbow him.

I also eavesdrop the many endless and pointless conversations flowing around me.

"Who's on today?"

"Well, the first match is between Tywin Thane and some guy who's name I can't seem to remember. Some rookie from Yorkshire I'm told."

"Ha! The lad does not stand a bloody chance. 50 quid says he'll be knocked out in three shots by Tywin."

"I'm not taking my chances against Tywin! Bloody bull dozer that one. You can keep your 50 quid!"

I overhear a conversation between two men in front of us. I mean, how good can Travis really be?
Let's face it, he's not the most muscular or anything. Not that I'm complaining, he's got killer looks but does he really stand a chance against the guys who come in here? The people here seem to think so, so we'll have to wait and see.

"Good evening gentleman! I hope everybody here has placed their bets! Let's welcome to the stage the first two fighters of the night, shall we?"

Cue a wild roar from the audience.

The man on stage has now caught the attention of everybody present, even Jordan's attention, who was leaning against the wall with his head in his phone a minute ago. He stuffs his phone and his hands in his pockets and looks straight at the stage.

"Ok everybody. On my left we have Brandon Black representing Yorkshire!"

I know Trav is in the first match so I stand on my toes to see who he is competing against.
I catch a glimpse of the "rookie" those men were talking about earlier and I feel the blood drain from my face.

"Travis is going to fight him?!"
I yell at Jordan.

He doesn't say anything.

"On my right, please welcome, from Brighton, the one, the only, Tywin Thane!" I hear the host shout into the microphone and I hear and see the audience going ballistic.

"Aren't you his manager or whatever?! Do something!" I yell at Jordan again, who doesn't even flinch.

"Fine. If you're not planning on doing anything, I will." I say and start walking towards the stage until Jordan grabs me by the arm and pulls me back.

"Are you out of your mind?! Relax. He's got this." Jordan says and something in his voice tells me that he's not reassuring me, but himself.

Just. Great.
If this is what Travis brought me here for, then I am not liking it and nor do I ever want to come to this place again.

I hear the ding of a bell and the match starts.

The other guy delivers the first punch on Travis's jaw.
And another.
And another.
And he wanted me to watch this?!

I hear a lot of 'oohhs' from the crowd. Clearly they weren't expecting this either.

I see the guy land a few more punches and Travis falls down.
Travis didn't even try to fight back.

What the hell are you doing Trav?

Jordan looks like he's thinking the same thing.

Trav's opponent is now celebrating. I see a trickle of blood go over Travis's lips. It's coming from his nose.

I turn around and screw my eyes shut. I then feel the tears rollin down my cheek.
I just want to go home. Preferably with Travis in one piece. It's starting to look like we'll be making a stop at the hospital's emergency room first.

I hear a few more 'oohs' and 'ahhs' from the crowd around us but I don't turn around. I do look at Jordan's face to figure out what is going on. His face remains stoic. I then focus on the wall that is now in front of me. It's a clean wall. Very nice wall. Compared to the other parts of it around at least.

Jordan then interrupts my thoughts and turns me around just in time to see Travis deliver a punch to his opponent's gut, another one to the opponent's neck from behind using his elbow, and finally one to his chin from below.

Ouch. That probably hurts.

And when his opponent makes no effort to get up, the crowd roars enthusiastically and Travis is crowned the winner.

Jordan then pulls me to a back room where Travis joins us, shortly after.

When he sees me, he grins. I give him a smile and walk up to him and then punch him in the gut. The best I could of course.

He winces but only slightly.

"What. The. Hell. Trav." I shout.

He lips quirk into a smile.

"You find this amusing?! He could've blooming well killed you!"

He's still smiling and he hands me an envelope. And asks me to open it.

Dear Mr.Darcy,
On behalf of Casterly Enterprises, I thank you for your services. Enclosed is your final payment. We did not wish to see you leave but nevertheless we wish you all the very best for your future endeavours. Thank you once again for representing the company and taking us to the very top.

With Best Wishes,
Troye Sebastian

I read the letter out loud.

"What the f*ck?" I hear Jordan say from behind me.

"It's over babe. I'm done for good. That was my last match. I knew that this job would put not only me in danger but the ones I love as well. As it so happens, there's only one person I love the most and it would kill me if anything ever happened to you because of me. So I'm done. I needed to make a bit of money and I've done that so I'm good. I'm done."

Do I yell at him for doing this in the first place or kiss him for giving it up for me?