The Hockey Player...

Chapter 2

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*A WEEK LATER*

It was official, Byran and I were going out. It was Friday and him and I were going to spend the week at my lake house. I hadn't told my dad but I think he won't mind. "Hey dad."

"Yes, sweetie."

"I was wondering if Byran and I could stay at the lake house, this weekend?"

"Yeah go ahead, but not without calling me."

"But I don't have a phone."

"Yes that's why I got you," he said taking something out of his pocket, "this."

He handed me a phone. It was the Samsung Instinct. It was purple and a touch screen. Amazing. It was already after school and practice. Byran was going to meet me here soon.

I went and got some clothes. I changed into some lounge pants with hockey written on the side and a sweatshirt. I threw my hair up in a messy pony and went downstairs. My mom was there, great. "Where do you think you're going?" she snarled.

"I'm going to the lake this weekend... with my friend."

"I think not. You are not going."

"Okay. Why do you even care? So many times before, I've waited for you to pay attention to me, but no you pay attention to Lilian."

"I do not. I pay as much attention to you as I do her."

"No you don't. I've waited for you to ask how was school, how is practice, are the boys still giving you shit, how's your relationship with Byran, but there's nothing!" I yelled at her. Dad walked in and he looked surprised that we were fighting.

"God Bless America I hate you. I hate you and that baby. Both of you ruined my life, and I think you know why. . ."

"Don't you dare Hayden Elizabeth," she was screaming at me now.

"One things for sure, Lilian isn't dad's baby. Now is she mom. She's Josh's. Don't you remember him, that guy you cheated on dad with. But no, the real reason I hate you is, because the week you found out you were pregnant you had sex with dad and said the baby was his. Didn't you, and if you..." I shook my head, furious to the point of crying.

"That's not true, It is his baby!!"

"You know damn well it's not."

"Don't use that language with me!" she was still yelling.

"Stop. Just stop. You don't care anyway, so why bother," I said in a calm voice.

"I regret the day that you were born. We may be related, but you aren't my child," she said glaring at me.

"I hate, no i despise you." I said. The tears were falling down like a waterfall after a flood. "You lying son of a. . ." I turned around, because a hand touched my shoulder. I saw the sadness in his eyes; he was shaking his head. I bolted then. I ran like there was no tomorrow. Outside wanting to get away, realizing Byran was there I hopped in and said, "Drive, just drive. I'll explain later."l