Myles Black suffers from severe depression after witnessing an awful tragedy. He moves to Southern California not by choice but to forget his dark past that has shield his heart made of shiny obsidian.
He meets football player, Atticus Stone, who i...
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*ATTICUS*
I've never felt defeated in my entire life, it's been a month since my last words with Myles. I've tried calling him and texting him with no answer. I went to his house several times just to get the door slammed in my face. I know he's hurting just as much as I am but now he's masked himself with anger and rage. I've seen some of his competitions on the television and his face looks dark. His finishing moves are stern and perfect. It's like he's a whole new person without me.
I'm trying my best to coat my cowardly self into football. I didn't have a choice but to keep the contract, Stephan had me where he wanted. When I wanted a copy of the contract he would tell me he'll give it to me later but that was just a lie. I gave up asking him and continued playing, it was the best thing to do to keep my mind from thinking about Myles. I missed his blue dreamy eyes that gazed at me when I laid with him in bed. I missed his velvet skin rub against mine and of course his beautiful lips that made my heart thump every time we lost ourselves with each other.
I know I fucked up but I must move on with my life, even if it's without him. I've already played my first games and fans have loved me. I already had the privilege to be on the cover of Men's Health, those were some pretty risky pictures but I had fun taking them, it kept my mind occupied from thinking about Myles.
Luke and Osiris have been great teammates, it's like I've gotten brothers from another mother. I still miss Jacob though that's why I bought him a flight to Florida where I just finished my game. He quit playing football and now works at some engineering company as a financial advisor, he's fucken smart and I admire him for that.
I grabbed my wallet from the drawer as a white card fell on the floor. I quickly picked it up and turned it around. It's Ken Gold's card, damn I forgot he gave me his number. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. It went straight to voicemail:
"Hi, it's Ken Gold. Please leave a detailed message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can"
I left my name and number. I glanced at my home screen and smirked. It was a selfie picture of Myles and me at the beach. He was on top of my back as he leaned over and kissed my cheek. I closed my eyes as I remembered that day perfectly. His laugh radiated throughout the beach and he kissed me every chance he got. I fucken missed him, my heart ached heavily when I thought of him. I need to find a way to talk to him, I need to sneak into his life and surprise him. I need him back in my life.
I turned on the television as I waited for Jacob to get here. I was going to pick him up but he said he'll grab a cab so I'm just cleaning the mess I've made in my room. I was folding my shirts when I saw the headline on the news:
"KEN GOLD HAS WOKEN UP FROM COMA AFTER HIS ACCIDENT A MONTH AGO IN NEW ORLEANS"
My mouth dropped to the floor as I turned up the volume.
