34 | made for this

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"this is for paige."

quinn squeezed her hands around my neck tightly, slowly cutting my airways off. and with my mouth taped shut, it's not helping my breathing at all.

i was panicking and slowly becoming light headed.

then i remembered how i broke paige's leg that time.

fuck it.

i kicked quinn in the leg, causing her to yelp in pain. that loosed her grip around my neck so i took this as my chance. i cocked my head back and head budded her.

not hard enough to knock us both unconscious, but enough to knock her to the ground.

i tried to wiggle my way out of the rope she had my hands tied with, but it was too tight. and she was starting to get back up from the ground.

"damnit saylor!" she yelled, rubbing her head. "you know what, i didn't wanna have to do this," she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pocket knife.

i began screaming, though it was muffled through the tape.

"shut up!" she yelled. "im gonna fucking kill you!"

then suddenly, the storage unit door slid up.

"you're gonna kill who?" billie walked in like she was all badass.

oh my fucking.

my savior.

my eyes shot wide.

"what?!" quinn faced billie with a shocked expression. "what- how did you-"

then tatum walked around the corner, with aj not too far behind her.

quinn looked at aj like she was crazy, clearly feeling betrayed.

"don't," aj shook her head at quinn with disgust. "this shit here. this ain't right."

meanwhile, while quinn and aj argued, tatum and billie rushed over to me and took the tape off of my mouth, along with untying the rope around me.

i quickly stood up from the chair and hugged my girlfriend as if there was no tomorrow. because for a second, i didn't think there was one for me.

billie was ripped off of me by quinn. "fuck you eilish," she spat. "you think i won't end you too?"

billie took a breath and held her hand out behind her. i guess tatum caught on because she put an ice skate in billie's hand.

interesting..

billie swung the ice skate at quinn, hitting her in the head with it, and causing her to fall to the ground.

"ya know, i've had such a long day quinn," she said to her as she hovered over her. "and it's all because you wanted to kidnap my girlfriend."

quinn spit in billie's face, causing her mouth to drop in shock. all of our eyes were wide as we didn't know what billie was going to do.

billie looked at aj and said "close the door." and she did just that.

now scared, quinn tried scooting away while still on the ground. "get the fuck away from me billie."

"shut up," billie said as she cocked her hand back and hit quinn with the ice skate again. "this is for hurting my baby."

then she hit her again. "this is for spitting in my face."

"and this is because i didn't sleep good last night!" she cocked her hand back and hit her one last time.

"billie okay," aj cut in. "please don't kill her. i don't wanna be involved in that."

we looked at quinn as she just laid on the floor, her face bloody and bruised.

billie just shook her head. "let's go."

tatum, billie, and i ran to tatum's car and we were all rather quiet, considering what just happened. billie sat in the backseat with me, while tatum drove.

"are you hurt?" she started touching all over me. "your face is fucking bruised! what did she do to you?"

"im fine im fine," i said quickly. "what time is it?"

"1:00," tatum said.

"what?!" i exclaimed. "im gonna be late! go!drive!"

tatum stomped the gas and we sped off.

"but wait, don't you have an understudy?" she asked.

"yes harley is my understudy but fuck that," i shrugged. "i've worked way too hard to give this up."

"we're gonna get you there," billie assured me. "i'll text harley and tell her you're on the way."

"okay," i nodded.

then she took a good look at my body for real and noticed all of the blisters, burns, and bruises on my legs and arms.

"what the fuck?" she furrowed her eyebrows. "di- did she burn you?"

but i didn't wanna answer her.

"moony," billie's voice got softer, as if she was gonna cry.

i just nodded my head yes, trying not to cry. and then i continued to tell them what all happened and how she took me and everything.

"tate turn around!" billie exclaimed. "im gonna kill that bitch-"

"no no no," i interrupted. "i have to be back in time for my event."

"what? you're literally hurt. you probably have a concussion-"

"i don't care," i shook my head. "you know how much this means to me."

we then started to pull up to the stadium where the olympics are being held. but there was hella traffic just to enter the parking lot.

"what time is it?" i asked.

"um," tatum started as she looked at her dashboard for the time. "1:37."

"oh my god," i began to panic. "i gotta go."

"wait moony what are y-"

i hurried out of the car and started to run. billie got out and ran after me.

"saylor wait!" she yelled.

"i can't!"

after the longest run ever, we finally made it to the building.

"let me in," i said to the staff, out of breath. "im- im an athlete. i need to be in there."

"go go go," they said quickly, basically pushing billie and i inside.

we ran to where my team's locker room is and bust through the door.

everyone's eyes got wide as they saw me. i was greeted with hugs and tears but it was no time for that.

"i gotta change clothes," i panicked. "where's my bag?"

"over there over there," harley pointed.

i ran to my bag and stumbled a little.

"you good?" harley asked me.

"yeah," i nodded. "im fine i just- i just um-"

i started getting so dizzy.

"moony-"

"i just need to sit down," i said as i plopped in a chair. my head immediately fell back and i somewhat dozed off for a second.

"oh hell no," billie expressed. "absolutely not. come on, let's go."

i couldn't even argue against billie, i was too weak.

"where are you taking her?" one of my teammates asked.

"you guys have a team doctor huh? or isn't there a medical team in the building?" billie asked.

"yeah. here i'll take you guys to the medical room," harley suggested.

billie then picked me up bridal style and followed harley to the emergency medical room that's at this site. coach mickie also came.

-

after many tests and evaluations, the doctor gave me a look that i didn't like.

"don't say it," i shook my head.

"im sorry ms. monroe," he started. "but i have to suggest that you not participate today."

"no," i stated nonchalantly.

"saylor," coach looked at me.

"no," i said once again.

"ms. monroe you have a concussion," he started. "and your body is stressed and actively responding to all of the trauma it just encountered."

i just sighed.

"so she really did all that to you?" harley asked, getting upset.

i nodded. "like i begged but she just kept hitting me," i teared up.

the look in billie's face became more and more furious.

coach mickie looked at harley with sadness. "go suit up harley, you have to go on in saylor's place."

harley looked at me, her face red. "im so sorry," she began crying.

"im sorry too saylor," coach rubbed my shoulder before exiting the room with harley.

still sitting on the medical bed, i looked at billie and broke down. she held me tightly, repeatedly apologizing to me.

-

it was time for the team to head to the floor to get ready for all performances. harley looked at me and i could see the sadness all in her eyes.

"it's fine harley," i shook my head.

"no, you should be wearing this costume," she sniffed. "not me."

"hush," i teared up. "you're gonna kill it."

harley and i walked out of the locker room, hand in hand. she was wearing my costume, and i was in our team sweatsuit.

sigh.

the women's solo division is the last to go so we sat in our reserved chairs as we waited and watched all the other teams perform in the different divisions.

honestly, i was so heartbroken that i could barely watch anyone else perform. my head stayed down for majority of the time.

i looked into the audience every now and then to see billie who would already have her eyes locked on me from a distance.

i knew she felt bad, but there's nothing she could do. she just wants what's best for my health and safety at the end of the day.

-

time went by and it was time for the women's solo division to start but usa is set last to perform.

the competition is pretty good, but i have faith in harley that she will go out there and kill it. she was clearly chosen as my understudy for a reason.

it came time for canada to perform. which meant all that was left was switzerland, and then usa last. at this point, i sorta zoned out as the girl began her 4 minute routine.

but my trance was broken as harley quickly turned to me and said "i can't do this."

"huh?" i furrowed my eyebrows.

"i can't perform today," she shook her head. "it's not my time."

"what?" i looked at her like she was crazy. "harley what do you mean-"

"this costume was custom made for you."

"wha- so what are you saying?" i asked.

"let's go change," she smiled.

i was speechless.

we both stood up and quickly ran off, making our way to the locker room in the back.

we quickly began swapping outfits.

"this is crazy," i kept repeating. "i can't believe this is happening."

then the locker room door flew open, revealing billie. "wait," she started. "you need this."

she had an ice skate in her hand.

"i didn't realize i took this up with me in the audience," she continued.

"wha- that was my shoe you beat quinn with?" i laughed.

"yeah," she laughed too. "sorry, i can go wipe the blood off of it."

"no leave it," i said. "it'll be a great motivator."

i got suited up as quick as possible while harley tried doing a quick makeup look on me and billie started slicking my hair back into a neat bun.

"ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ice, representing team usa in the women's solo division, harley maxwell! she is stepping in today as the understudy for saylor monroe!" we heard over the intercom.

"fuck guys we have to hurry!" i panicked as i stood up from the bench in the locker room.

"how the fuck are you gonna get from here to the main room in ice skates?" harley's eyes got wide as we didn't think that through.

"ugh fuck," billie said as she quickly picked me up in bridal style again and took off running.

"calling team usa to the ice!" we heard again.

"babe!" i panicked.

"im going, im going!" my poor billie said as she continued to run with me in her arms.

"last call for team usa or you will be disqualified from this division!"

"we're almost there," billie breathed.

"no no that way!" i told billie. "that way!"

"ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that harley maxwell, representing team usa in the women's solo division, has been disqualified due to not presenting at the scheduled time-"

"wait!" i yelled. "wait im here, im here!" i expressed as billie set me down.

the crowd started screaming like crazy and i began waving.

one of the judges, along with coach mickie, approached me.

"we've already disqualified you miss," the judge said. "im sorry but-"

"no you disqualified harley," i corrected her. "not saylor."

her face dropped.

"im here and ready to perform."

"one second," the judge squinted before turning around and walking back to the table with other judges.

i turned to coach mickie. "before you fuss-"

"im so proud of you," she hugged me.

shocked, i smiled in awe; i've never seen her emotional at all.

then suddenly we heard them announce.

"alright ladies and gentlemen sorry for the delay, but there has been a change in program," the announcer started. "saylor monroe will be performing today, representing team usa in the women's solo division."

"yes!!" we all jumped in celebration.

"okay," billie looked at me, worried. "you sure?" she asked, making sure i felt okay enough to perform.

"i've never been more sure about anything else," i started. "besides you."

she smiled and nodded before kissing my lips.

"please welcome saylor to the ice," the announcer continued.

coach looked at me. "win or lose, you were made for this."

i smiled and nodded. then mark came up to me and smirked. "i told you purple would be cute when you wore it at the olympics."

i chuckled and shook my head before skating onto the ice.

i looked back one final time at billie who was now sitting with my team on the side. i then looked at harley and mouthed the words "thank you."

she mouthed "i love you."

i smiled and took a deep breath before getting into my beginning pose.

the music came on, and i began gliding with poise and grace. i started with a powerful triple axel, landing it perfectly and seamlessly transitioning into a series of intricate footwork patterns that covered the rink.

as my routine progressed, i led in with a flying camel spin, which transitioned to a sit spin, and finally, a combination spin that featured multiple position changes.

as my performance came to an end, i did a very challenging jump that i nailed, surprisingly. and i concluded with a final spin sequence that eventually went into a scratch spin before i struck my final pose.

as i stood in my pose, the crowd stood to there feet with applause.

and i smiled and took a bow.

i then skated off the stage and hugged everyone on my team who was showering me with love.

"you did so good baby!" billie cupped my face.

"thank you," i told her slowly as i felt my body become weak.

"saylor," she furrowed her eyebrows.

...

"oh my god!"

"saylor.... saylor!"