chapter twenty-six:
❛ switching sides ❜

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Alessia sat in the sterile, beige hallway of the rehab center, her fingers tapping nervously against the stiff fabric of her pants. The cold air felt oppressive, but she couldn't quite get comfortable. Today was supposed to be the day she left. Her final session with her counselor, a goodbye to the routine she'd grown used to, and then she'd be free to leave. She had her life to rebuild, and there was no time to waste.

But when the orderly came and called her name, it wasn't for a session. He led her to the visitor's room instead, her confusion growing. She wasn't expecting anyone-except maybe Luciana, but Luciana hadn't said anything about visiting her today.

The door to the visitor's room creaked open, and Alessia stepped inside, her heart rate quickening when she saw the man sitting at the small table. Her breath hitched, and she froze in place.

It was Kreese.

He was sitting there, completely calm and composed, a smug look on his face like he knew exactly what was going through her mind. The smirk he wore was unsettling, the kind that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

"Kreese?" she hissed, her voice low and incredulous as she stepped forward. "What the hell are you doing here? Isn't the police still after you?"

Kreese didn't react to the harshness in her voice. Instead, he slowly leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in a relaxed but purposeful manner. "I have friends on the inside, Alessia. Let's just say I know how to stay under the radar." He gave her a knowing look, his eyes glinting with something unsettling.

Alessia's skepticism only grew. She crossed her arms tightly across her chest and slowly lowered herself into the chair opposite him, her legs stiff and unyielding. "What do you want, Kreese?" she demanded, her voice thick with suspicion.

Kreese tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as if studying her. "A little birdie told me that today's your last day here in rehab," he said casually.

Her eyes narrowed in return. "And what's it to you?"

"Cobra Kai," Kreese replied, his voice smooth and commanding. "I've got a team from South Korea getting ready to compete in the Sekai Taikai tournament. And I hear that Tory's already on board. But I also know that you won't leave her behind. You never have before."

The mention of Tory's name made Alessia's stomach churn. She hadn't been able to escape the girl's shadow, not even here, not even when she'd been trying to distance herself from all things karate. The anger in her gut flared. "I'm done with karate," she spat, the words sharp and bitter. "Done with all of it. I'm not going to fight anymore."

Kreese chuckled darkly, as though he'd expected this response. "You've always had fire, Alessia. You just need a spark to bring it out again." His voice softened slightly, but there was something dark and coaxing about it. "I'm not asking you to fight. I just need you to help out. Support the team. Be there for Tory. She needs someone like you to guide her."

Alessia blinked, her jaw tightening in disbelief. "So, what? You want me to be a co-sensei?" Her words dripped with sarcasm.

"Sensei-in-training," Kreese corrected, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

Alessia sat in stunned silence, her mind whirling. This felt like a trap-she could practically smell it. But then there was Tory... and deep down, she knew that if she didn't step in, it wouldn't be just the karate that would get messed up. The thought gnawed at her.

Alessia leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what do I get out of it? What's in it for me?"

Kreese's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he leaned forward as well, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "If Cobra Kai wins the Sekai Taikai, I can get you into college. A clean record. Forget your past. All of it. They'll overlook everything you've done. No criminal record, no past to drag you down. You get a fresh start."

Her heart skipped a beat at the offer. The weight of her criminal history had followed her everywhere, like an anchor. The idea of a clean slate was too tempting, too easy to fall for. But it also felt like a trap, and she wasn't one to fall for things that felt too good to be true.

She looked down at her hands, gripping the sides of the chair, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on her chest. Her thoughts were a chaotic mix of uncertainty, anger, and a desire for escape. Finally, she met his gaze once more, her expression hard. "Fine," she muttered, the words bitter on her tongue.

Kreese's smile stretched wider, as though he had already won. He gave a slow, approving nod. "I knew you'd make the right choice."

Alessia swallowed hard, a mix of resentment and resignation churning inside her. She had just made a deal with the devil. She knew that. But in the end, she couldn't ignore what was at stake-what this opportunity meant for her future.

There was a long, uncomfortable pause as Kreese sat there, his eyes never leaving her. Finally, he spoke again, his tone still oily smooth. "You've made the right choice, Alessia. And don't worry. I'll make sure you get everything you've been promised."

Alessia's gaze remained locked with his. "If you don't... I won't hesitate to tear this whole thing down. You know that, right?"

Kreese's smirk never faltered. "We'll see. But I have a feeling we'll both get exactly what we want."

Her stomach twisted, and she stood up, not saying another word. As she turned toward the door, Kreese's voice echoed behind her, but she didn't turn back. "You'll be hearing from me soon."

The door clicked shut behind her, and Alessia's breath came out in a shaky exhale. She wasn't sure if she felt more trapped or more relieved-but either way, she knew she couldn't go back now.

The group therapy room was quiet, the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead the only sound breaking the silence. Alessia sat at the far end of the circle, her fingers clenched tightly around the arms of the chair. Today was the day-the last day she'd have to sit through these sessions. After this, she'd be free. Well, free in a way. The weight of her decision with Kreese still sat heavy in her chest, but it was buried under the layers of emotions she didn't know how to process.

The group therapist, a calm woman named Sarah, spoke in a soft but steady voice. "Okay, everyone. It's our final session for Alessia. Let's take this time to share what we've learned and how we've seen her grow over the course of her time here."

The rest of the group turned to look at her, their eyes filled with varying degrees of sympathy, curiosity, and maybe a little resentment. Alessia hated the way they looked at her sometimes-like they were always waiting for her to fail. It wasn't like she had ever asked for their pity. But she had never been good at being vulnerable, and opening up felt impossible when all she wanted was to escape the past that still clung to her.

A young woman, Katie, spoke up first. "I've seen you struggle a lot, Alessia," she said softly, her voice full of understanding. "But you've always kept going. Even when things felt like they were falling apart, you kept fighting."

Alessia didn't know how to respond. She nodded slightly, but she couldn't look at Katie. She didn't want to think about how many times she had just wanted to give up.

"Yeah," a guy named Jason chimed in, a little louder, his voice tinged with something like regret. "You've got a lot of strength, Alessia. I've watched you slowly come to terms with your anger and... I don't know, try to change things around."

Alessia winced at the word anger. It had always been her default, something she didn't know how to control. But change? She wasn't sure how much she'd really changed. Not deep down.

"I've seen it too," said Sarah, the therapist. Her voice was warm and reassuring. "Alessia, when you first arrived here, you were a lot more closed off. But over time, I've noticed you opening up to the group more. And that takes courage."

Alessia kept her gaze on the floor, trying not to let her emotions show. Courage. She wasn't sure what that even looked like anymore. The idea of courage felt like a lie. Look where that courage had gotten her. She had made a deal with Kreese. She had sold her soul for a chance at something better, but she wasn't sure what better even meant anymore. Was she a coward for making that choice? Was she still running from her demons instead of facing them?

Another voice broke her thoughts. It was Lucia, a woman in her thirties who had been in and out of rehab for years. "You've been through a lot, Alessia. I know what it's like to keep running from the past. But you can't run forever, girl. You have to face it, even when it's hard."

Alessia's chest tightened at the words. The thought of facing everything she had done-everything she had been-felt impossible. How could she ever make peace with herself?

"I know it's scary," Lucia continued. "But I'm proud of you. Even if you don't see it now, you've come a long way."

There was a long silence. Alessia could feel the weight of their words pressing against her, suffocating her. They were all trying to be supportive, but they didn't know. They didn't understand what she was about to do, or why. She couldn't tell them. Not now, not here.

Sarah's voice cut through the silence, kind but firm. "Alessia, I can see that this decision to leave today is a big one for you. But I also want you to know that just because you leave this room, it doesn't mean that the work stops. Life outside of rehab is hard. You'll face challenges, and there will be times you'll want to go back to old habits."

Alessia finally raised her head to meet the therapist's eyes, the words cutting through her like a knife. Old habits. She had spent so long running, hiding behind anger and fear, using them to protect herself. She had convinced herself she was better off alone, that she didn't need anyone. But now, she was making a choice that didn't just affect her-it affected other people too.

"I know," Alessia muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't forget what I've learned here. But... I'm not ready for the real world. I don't think I ever will be."

There was a brief pause as Sarah nodded thoughtfully, understanding the weight behind Alessia's words. "That's okay, Alessia. It's okay to feel that way. But remember that you've already started this journey. You've taken steps toward healing, and that matters. You just have to keep moving forward, one step at a time."

Alessia swallowed hard, blinking back the sudden sting of tears. She wasn't ready. She wasn't ready for the outside world, for what was waiting for her. But there was nothing she could do about it now. She had to walk out that door, and when she did, she had to pretend she was fine. That's what everyone expected from her.

"I guess that's it," she said quietly, standing up and looking around at the group, her gaze lingering on each face. "I guess I'll see you guys around."

No one said anything, but a few people gave her nods of encouragement. They'd all gone through their own battles, and despite how she felt about them, part of her appreciated their support. But it didn't feel like enough. It never felt like enough.

As she walked out of the room, Alessia's thoughts were heavy with uncertainty. She wasn't sure what was waiting for her out there. But one thing was certain-she wasn't the same person who walked in. She had made her choice, for better or worse. And now, she had to live with it.

The heavy, sterile doors of the rehab facility swung open, and Alessia stepped outside, her heart pounding with a mix of relief and uncertainty. The air felt different, fresher somehow, but it was still tinged with the weight of everything that had happened. Her gaze immediately caught sight of a familiar face standing near the entrance: Luciana, her older sister, leaning casually against a nearby pillar.

Luciana's eyes lit up when she saw Alessia, a relieved smile spreading across her face. Without a word, she rushed over and enveloped her in a tight hug. Alessia hesitated for a moment before returning the embrace, her eyes stinging as the emotions she had been holding back rushed to the surface. Luciana's arms around her felt like the only real thing in a world that had been spinning out of control.

"I missed you so much," Luciana murmured, pulling away just enough to look her sister over. Her hands lingered on Alessia's shoulders, concern creeping into her eyes. "How are you feeling?"

Alessia swallowed, offering a small but genuine smile. "I'm okay. Just... I'm ready to move on."

Luciana nodded, but the worry didn't leave her face. "That's good. But, I have to ask-what now? What's the plan?"

Alessia hesitated for a moment, a flash of doubt crossing her mind. She had been playing the scene out in her head for days, and she had convinced herself that she was prepared for it. But now, standing in front of Luciana, the reality of her situation hit her. She had made a choice.

"I'm going to the Sekai Taikai," she said, the words leaving her mouth before she could second-guess them.

Luciana froze for a split second, her face going from relieved to concerned in an instant. "Wait, what?" She stepped back, her hands now gripping Alessia's arms gently but firmly, her eyes searching her face. "Alessia, you cannot fight. You just got out of rehab. You're not ready for something like that."

Alessia flinched at her sister's tone, but she quickly shook her head, trying to downplay her words. "No, no, I won't be fighting. I'm not doing that. I'm going to be... a sensei in training."

Luciana's brow furrowed, her lips tightening as if to hold back the concern bubbling up. "Sensei in training?" she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief. "For Miyagi-Do?"

The question hit Alessia like a punch to the stomach. Miyagi-Do. It had been weeks since she'd been involved with them, since she'd even thought about that dojo. She knew Luciana was thinking exactly what she was trying to avoid-the truth about her past with Cobra Kai, her involvement with Kreese, and the way she had left that chapter behind, only to be dragged back into it.

Alessia took a breath, her gaze darting away for just a moment before she looked back at Luciana, her face hardening with determination. "Yeah," she said, her voice unwavering despite the lie. "I'm going to help out at Miyagi-Do. It's not a big deal."

Luciana didn't buy it. Alessia could see the skepticism in her eyes, the way her lips pressed together in a tight line. "Alessia," Luciana started slowly, "this isn't a joke. If you're really trying to move forward, this-whatever this is-sounds like a step backwards. Miyagi-Do? After everything?"

Alessia felt a twinge of guilt, but she shoved it down. She had made her decision, and there was no turning back now. "Look, Luciana, I know what I'm doing. I'm not going back to Cobra Kai. I'm not going to be in a dojo full of bad memories. Miyagi-Do is different. I'm just helping out." She tried to sound more convincing, even though the words felt like they didn't belong in her mouth.

Luciana stared at her, her eyes still full of concern, but she sighed deeply, letting go of Alessia's arms. "I just don't want you to fall into old habits. I don't want you to be dragged into something that'll hurt you again."

Alessia met her sister's gaze, her expression softening. "I won't. I promise."

Luciana studied her for a moment longer, as if trying to figure out whether she should believe her or not. Finally, she gave a slow nod, but the worry never fully left her face. "Okay. But if this does go south, if you feel like you're in over your head, I want you to come to me. I'll be there. Always."

Alessia smiled faintly, feeling a lump form in her throat. "I know. Thanks, Luci."

For a moment, they just stood there, the unspoken tension between them hanging in the air. But Alessia knew that, deep down, Luciana was only worried because she cared. That was something she could always count on, no matter what happened next.

Luciana broke the silence with a soft chuckle. "So, this Sekai Taikai thing-do you even know what you're getting into?"

Alessia smirked, her posture relaxing a little. "Not a clue," she admitted. "But, I'm gonna figure it out."

Luciana raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you need help with the figuring it out part, just let me know. I'll be there for that too."

Alessia laughed, the sound a little more genuine this time. "Deal."

With that, the two of them began walking away from the rehab center, Luciana's arm casually draped over Alessia's shoulders. For the first time in a long while, Alessia felt like maybe, just maybe, everything would work out.

Alessia stepped out of the car, the gravel crunching beneath her shoes as she made her way up the driveway. The familiar scent of home filled her senses, but something about it felt different, almost distant. She hadn't been here in weeks, not since everything had started to spiral.

As she approached the front porch, she saw them-Lucas and Ava, her niece and nephew, standing excitedly by the door. They were both grinning ear to ear, their faces lighting up the moment they saw her. Ava, a little ball of energy, darted forward first, wrapping her small arms around Alessia's legs in a tight hug.

"Aunt Alessia!" Ava exclaimed, her voice high-pitched with joy. "We missed you so much!"

Lucas, a bit older but just as excited, followed suit. "Yeah, we were waiting for you! We made you a welcome-home card!"

Alessia laughed softly, her heart swelling as she crouched down to hug both of them at the same time. "I missed you two too," she said, her voice thick with emotion. She pulled away, ruffling their hair. "Alright, now go inside, okay? I need to talk to Robby for a bit."

The kids nodded obediently, their excitement not dimming even a little. "Okay, Aunt Alessia! We'll be in the living room!" Ava chirped, dragging her brother inside.

As the door closed behind them, Alessia stood for a moment, taking in the peacefulness of the moment. But it didn't last long. She turned to see Robby, leaning casually against the porch railing, his hands in his pockets. The sight of him made her insides twist, but she forced herself to walk towards him.

"Robby," she began, her voice stern. "You can't just show up like this. We're not together anymore."

Robby's expression faltered for a moment. He pushed himself off the railing, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "But we're friends, right?" he asked quietly, his voice laced with a kind of vulnerability that Alessia hadn't heard in a long time. "Can't I be here for you? After everything you've been through?"

Alessia's patience wore thin, her emotions bubbling to the surface. "No, Robby. You can't. Not like this," she snapped, her voice sharp, more cutting than she intended. "We're not together. I don't need you here, not right now. Not like this."

Robby took a step back, his brow furrowed in confusion, but there was a flicker of hurt in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Alessia held up a hand to stop him.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice cracking slightly despite herself. "But you need to leave."

Robby just stood there for a moment, trying to understand, his expression flickering between confusion and hurt. "Alessia, I-I don't understand. What do you mean? What's going on?"

Alessia's heart ached as she looked at him, but she knew what she had to do. She had made her choice, and even though it pained her to see the confusion in his eyes, she had to push him away. It wasn't fair to him, to either of them, to keep pretending.

"I'm sorry for what's going to happen," she said softly, her gaze locking onto his. There was a coldness to her tone that she wished she could take back, but she couldn't. "But you need to leave."

Robby's lips parted, but no words came out. He looked as though he was about to say something more, but when he saw the finality in Alessia's eyes, he seemed to get the message. He gave a slow, resigned nod, his hands falling to his sides as he turned away.

He took one last glance back at her, his face a mix of sadness and confusion, before he walked down the steps of the porch and toward the street. Alessia didn't move, not until he was out of sight.

With a heavy sigh, she finally let herself relax, closing her eyes for a brief moment. It hurt to see Robby like that. It always had. But it was the right thing to do. For both of them.

Alessia turned toward the door, knowing that the road ahead would be difficult, but also understanding that it was the path she had to take. And no matter how much she wanted to turn back, she knew she couldn't.

The plane was nearly full, the air humming with the sound of seatbelts clicking into place and the rustle of passengers settling in for their flight. Alessia stood at the entrance, her hand gripping the overhead compartment for support as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't her usual flight. There were no vacation vibes, no adventure awaiting her in a new city. She was on a mission. She wasn't running away from her past anymore; she was walking into it, for better or worse.

Alessia's heart pounded as she made her way down the narrow aisle of the plane. She was focused, determined, knowing that the decision she made was one that would change everything. She was heading to Barcelona, a place that felt like an escape, yet in truth, it was just the beginning of something far more complicated than she was ready for. But as she walked, her eyes flickered down to the seats and the familiar faces scattered in the rows. A flicker of recognition caught her attention, and her eyes locked on Tory, who was standing just ahead, her face frozen in confusion.

Tory wasn't supposed to be here. The last time they'd spoken, things had been... tense. So why was she here?

"Alessia?" Tory's voice broke through the buzz of conversation and the sound of the plane preparing for takeoff.

Alessia froze, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn't expected this encounter-not here, not now. But now that it was happening, she realized she couldn't shy away from it. Slowly, she turned to face her, her stomach tightening as she made eye contact.

"What are you doing here?" Tory asked, her eyes wide, a mixture of confusion and something else Alessia couldn't quite place. She was still processing the unexpected sight of her.

Alessia hesitated, glancing at the seat next to Tory's. She had planned to keep this as simple as possible. But of course, life had a way of throwing curveballs, and she wasn't about to turn back now.

"I'm doing this for you," Alessia answered quietly, her voice unwavering but soft, almost like a promise. "I'm helping Cobra Kai for you."

Tory's eyebrows shot up, her confusion intensifying. "What? Why? After everything I put you through... why would you do that?"

Alessia stood still for a moment, gathering her thoughts. Her gaze softened as she looked at Tory, seeing the vulnerability in her eyes-the same vulnerability that had been buried under layers of anger and frustration the last time they'd crossed paths.

"I know you want to change, Tory," Alessia said, the words coming out more easily than she thought. "And I believe you can. I'm doing this because I want to help you. I know it's not going to be easy, but I'm here. For you."

Tory stood frozen, her eyes searching Alessia's face, looking for something, anything to make sense of the unexpected gesture. Alessia could see the struggle in Tory's features-the guilt, the hesitation, the conflict. And then, slowly, as if realizing the sincerity behind Alessia's words, Tory's face began to soften. She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, her lips trembling.

"I'm so sorry," Tory whispered, her voice breaking as more tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm sorry for what I did... for dropping you off in the woods... in the middle of winter..."

Alessia's heart clenched at the memory, but she held her ground, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She couldn't hold on to the past anymore-not if she wanted to move forward, not if she wanted to help Tory find redemption. She reached out, placing a gentle hand on Tory's arm.

"It's okay, Tory," Alessia said softly, shaking her head as she let out a small laugh. "I understand why you did it. We were both lost, both hurting. But we're here now, and that's all that matters."

Tory sniffled, wiping at her eyes, clearly overwhelmed by Alessia's words. But as she blinked, the sadness in her eyes shifted to something else-an understanding, a silent apology between them. For a moment, neither of them spoke, and the noise of the plane, the bustle of the passengers, seemed to fade away.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, but... thank you," Tory said, her voice thick with emotion.

Alessia shook her head, her eyes soft but firm. "You do, Tory. You've made mistakes, but we can't change the past. We can only move forward."

A few moments passed, each of them processing the weight of what had just been said. Alessia knew this wasn't some magical fix. It wasn't a clean slate-there were scars on both sides. But there was also the possibility of change, and maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something new.

Tory gave a shaky laugh, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. The tears were still there, but now there was something else: hope. "I guess I never expected this. I thought you'd hate me forever."

Alessia's smile grew, even as she squeezed Tory's arm one last time. "I don't hate you, Tory. I can't. We've both been through too much."

Tory looked at her, her lips curving into a tentative smile as she sniffled. "You're amazing, Alessia. Thank you."

Alessia smiled back. "You're welcome. But let's make sure we do this right. For both of us."

The plane seemed to settle as they both turned toward their seats. The air felt lighter, the weight of years of tension easing. Alessia had no idea what the future held, but for the first time in a long while, she felt like maybe-just maybe-it could be something good.

The arena for the Sekai Taikai was massive, its sleek modern design contrasting with the excitement in the air. The crowd roared as the lights flickered and the announcer's voice echoed over the speakers, hyping up the fierce competition ahead. The atmosphere buzzed with tension, with teams from all over the world gathering in anticipation. It was a battleground for martial arts, a place where reputations were made, and rivalries were set to explode.

Alessia and Tory walked side by side through the entrance, their Cobra Kai gis crisp and freshly pressed, the black fabric with the iconic dragon emblem stark against the bright lights. It wasn't just their uniforms that drew attention-it was the quiet confidence in their movements. Both of them were ready, not just to compete but to make a statement. They had made their choices, and now they were here, ready to prove that their paths, though different, had a purpose.

As they stepped into the arena, a heavy silence fell over the crowd. The Miyagi-Do team, spread out in the stands, all turned in unison, eyes locked on the two girls as they walked down the aisle. Robby, Sam, Hawk, and the rest of the Miyagi-Do team stood in disbelief. They had all known that something was off-something strange about the situation-but seeing Alessia and Tory in those Cobra Kai gis was a blow to their already fragile sense of what was right.

Robby's heart skipped a beat. He had been expecting a lot of things today, but this? This was the last thing he had anticipated. Alessia, the girl he had cared for, the one who had left so many unanswered questions behind, was now walking into the arena as a part of Cobra Kai? The very thing they had fought against for so long? His mind raced, his stomach tightening as his gaze locked with hers.

Alessia's expression was unreadable, but there was something in her eyes-a sadness mixed with something else, something Robby couldn't quite place. She didn't look like a traitor, but her presence with Tory at Cobra Kai's side was a betrayal in itself. And when their eyes met, everything seemed to slow down, the world narrowing until it was just the two of them. The weight of her gaze hit him like a freight train, and Robby immediately understood.

This was it. This was what she had meant by "I'm sorry for what's gonna come."

The words she had spoken to him echoed in his mind, her warning now painfully clear. She had known the consequences of her decision, but it didn't make it any easier to swallow. Robby wanted to walk over, to ask her why, to demand answers, but the look in her eyes told him this wasn't something that could be fixed with a simple conversation.

He clenched his fists, the anger simmering under his skin, but he couldn't break the stare. He couldn't turn away from the realization that this wasn't just about karate-it was about their paths diverging in a way he couldn't understand.

Tory, walking confidently beside Alessia, seemed to sense the shift in energy. She gave Robby a brief look, but it was nothing like the guilt that seemed to hang in the air between him and Alessia. Tory's expression was almost smug, as if she had been waiting for this moment, as if she relished in the idea of rattling the Miyagi-Do team.

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