Nervously you sat on the end of your bed, waiting for the Buffalo Sabres game to end. The score was 2-3. Unfortunately, You boyfriend Tyler Ennis’s team was the Buffalo Sabres and they were loosing. Normally one loss would not matter so much, but this was the last game the team had to clench their playoff spot. The clock ticked down from 2 minutes. Your heart pounded as Tyler gained possession of the puck and skated towards the Dallas Stars zone. Right pass the blue line a player from the stars collided with Tyler, and in the process of falling his stick flew up and smacked the player in the face. You watched in horror as the ref blew his whistle signalling a penalty to Tyler for high sticking. The camera zoomed in, the Star player’s face was bleeding where he had been hit. Tyler was heading to the box for a 5 minute major.
You watched very close to tears at the Sabres fought hard to keep their place. With 1 minute left in the game Seguin of the Stars scored. There was no way the Sabres could come back. The camera panned to Tyler who was on the verge of angry tears still sitting in the box. When the game ended you felt yourself feeling emotional for your boyfriend. It was about an hour later that Tyler came home. You jumped when you heard the front door slam. Cautiously you got up and walked into the living room. You heard him cuss as he knocked the lamp off the side table. You peaked into the room.
“Ty…” You said with a lot of compassion.
He looked up angrily, “Go to bed, (Y/N)!”
Your eyes widened. “Tyler, listen… I know it wasn’t your fault. The guy hit you. I know it’s hard to lose-”
He cut you off by throwing a book near you. “Shut your fucking mouth! You have no fucking idea how it feels! All you do is sit your lazy ass at home! You don’t know how it feels to let a whole team down. How about you just march yourself upstairs and stop pretending you know what the fuck you are talking about.”
Your eyes welled up with tears. You quickly turned from the room and rand up the stairs. You felt like a teenager again as you slammed the door and locked it. Quickly, you changed into a pair of pj pants before falling onto your bed and sobbing.
“What did I do?” You quietly asked yourself through sobs.
After a while you cried yourself to sleep. You were woken up at 3 by a soft knock at the door.
“Babe. We gotta talk. I’m really sorry. I… it was a rough game and I completely took it out on you… Please just open the door…”
You gingerly inched your way to the door. As soon as you unlocked it Tyler pushed it open and took you into his arms. “I love you so much. You don’t just sit around at home. You go to college. You take care of our bills. You live without me here, and I know that’s hard. I’m so sorry I acted the way I did.”
You hugged him back and sighed. “Ty… You almost hit me…”
Tyler pulled back and looked into your eyes. “I couldn’t sleep I was so upset. I regret tonight more than anything. Not the game, but for the way I treated you. I love you.”
You hugged him tighter. “Don’t ever do this to me again.”
Tyler whispered, “I promise.”
-Ashley
