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Chapter 8 - Past Secrets

Chapter 8: Past Secrets

After practice on Monday, I felt giddy and chipper for our trip to L.A. tomorrow. Also probably because I had finally, after about a year, gotten laid.

"Kate!" I heard coach call me after I changed. "I need you in my office."

I sighed, suddenly having that good mood gone.
Ignoring the curious stares I got from the other guys, I made my way to coach's office.

"You wanted to see me?" I said, peeking my head into his office.

He gestured to his chair. "Take a seat."

I did so and nervously played with my fingers.

"I was reading through your past file records and came across something interesting." He said, frowning.

I took a deep breath. His eyebrows were drawn together in what I could only describe as a mixture of confusion and irritation. Knowing what was coming next, I held my breath and kept myself from squirming.

"It says here that two years ago you were arrested and put in a women's therapy and rehab home for six months for violently assaulting a man named Terrence Hawksbury." He said in a low voice. Looking up at me with sad eyes, I slid my gaze to the floor in shame. Closing my eyes, I let out a shaky breath. 

I had tried so hard...so damn hard to get rid of my past in file records and in myself. But no matter what, someone always seems to make it reappear; the file always finding a way to ruin my life and what I've made of it. 

I heard him speak again.

"So I did some research about this Terrence guy." He sighed and made me look up at him. My eyes were teary and blurred as I tried desperately to wipe the tears away.  

"He's your ex-husband, isn't he?" he said softly.

I couldn't take it anymore. Laying my elbows on his desk, I took my face into my hands and took a shaky breath, trying to forget everything.

"Can we please not talk about this Coach?"

"Not talk about it?" he said louder. "You almost beat a guy to death, Kate. How can we not talk about it?"

I abruptly stood up which shocked him.

"I spent two years trying to get rid of those memories!" I screamed. "Two damn years of my damn life was wasted on my past mistakes. Why don't I want to talk about it? Huh? Maybe it's because I don't feel like living in the past anymore! I don't want to think of myself as that kind of person! But when you bring it up and ask why I don't feel like fucking talking about it, it makes me pretty God damn mad Coach!" I screamed, slamming my hands on the desk; rattling the whole thing.

I took deep breaths but I knew that wouldn't calm me. Six months of that year I was stuck and trapped in therapy and rehab for behavioral aggression problems. Six shitty months of deep breath exercises that never worked and filling out court paper work.

Three broken bones and so many more injuries that I had caused. Who did coach think he was for bringing up my past again? I hated it. Fucking hated it.

When he didn't say anything else, I didn't bother to stay and ran out of the room.

But when I opened the door, I found the whole team with their ears pressed up against it. They suddenly jumped back when I opened it.

I stared at them wide eyed and glared. Shaking my head.

Killian stepped forward to lay a hand on my shoulder but I stepped back. "Kate, we're sorry, we ju-"

I slapped him across the face. "Shut up."

I ran out of there as if the hounds of hell were on my heels. I was like an angry bull. I felt the tears at the back of my eyes, threatening to spill out. 

I just ran.

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The door slammed shut behind me and I went to my bedroom. Flopping onto my bed, I felt the tears flow freely as I cried silently.

I saw Stanley walk into my bedroom and jump onto the bed. His golden fur was always stuck to my sheets, but I didn't care anymore. I needed him here.

I guessed he sensed that I was sad since he curled up beside me and fell asleep.

After my tears were dried out and I had no more left to lose, I fell asleep too.

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Sorry this chapter was so short! If you haven't already, check out my other books!

Anyways, I hope you all had a great Valentine's Day! Much love,

-Anne :)