The Hockey Player...

Chapter 3

We drove in scilence, until we got to the lake. I went inside and sat on the couch. Buran came and sat on it too. He pulled me close to him, and i layed my head on his shoulder. We sat there for a hour and a half, and all he said was," It's okay baby. It's going to be okay."

I finally dozed off around nine and I woke up at towo in the morning. Byran was still sleeping and I didn't want to disturbe him. I left him a note that said: Byran, checing on my dad. Be back soon. Love, Hayden <3.

I took his car and went my house, and I saw my dad sitting on the porch. I got out, and sat next to him. "Hey daddy."

"Hayden," he said agter a few minutes. He seemed said, disapointed. " Your mom. . ." he hesitated. "She died last night in a car crash. She was drunk and rolled the car."

"What? Are you sure it was her?" I couldn't believe it. Why was everything happening to her.

"It's true sweetie. She was severly hurt and she didn't make it," he looked in pain.

"I can't believe it. I didn't. . . I, I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Hayden, it wasn't. . . " I didn't here what he said. It was all to much to handle. Really, I, it's like a horror movie only in reality.

I was back at the beach house and I went to the back. Turning on the outside shower, you use it after you swim. It was cold, but I'm sure it will numb the pain. I sat down and shut down. It was my fault, all my fault she died.

*OKAY THIS IS THE ONLY REASON I"M SWITCHING POINT OF VEIWS* (EVEN IF I DID BEFORE. . . LAST TIME. . . OKAY!)

Byran's POV

I woke up to find Hayden gone. I went down stairs and found a note. Oh Hadyen went for a drive, cool. Then I heard something outside. It sounded like water. It wasn't raining outside. Going out back and Hayden was sitting there with blue lips, in 10 degree weather under freezing water. I couldn't stand to see her like this. I went to pick her up.

She screamed, "Put me down. Don't touch me." she kicked and punched . I finally put her down on her feet but she collapsed instantly. I sat down with her and she cried into my chest repeating the words," Why? I didn't mean to. Why? I'm sorry." It was all really confusing.

We sat there soaking wet, but all I did was humm her a song. A song that brang back memories of my dad singing to Bryan and I when we were hurt.

Hayden's POV

We just sat there soaking wet, I didn't know what else to do. It was all so confusing. My mom was dead, and I said I hated her. It was frusturating, and my fault.

I finally got enough stength to stop crying. Byran was staring at me. I looked away, ashamed of doing this in front of him. His hand touched my face and I tried to move away so he didn't see my scar. I was under the left corner of my lip. I always covered it up with make up, but all the make up was gone.

He traced my scar softly, with his thump. The he kissed my lips, then the scar. He whispered in my ear, "How did you get the scar?"

"I," I stopped. "When I was little. My mom abused me. We never turned her in. One time she got so mad at me she took a knife and slit my lip right there." I pointed to the scar.

He kissed it again. I whispered, "She died today." I looked down at my hands, 'And it was all my fault."

"I see why, you were sitting in the water, and saying why? But what I don't understand is why you said I take it back, what makes it you're fault."

"That fight we had last night was bad. I told her I hate her. I wish i can take it back, but it's to late."

"What makes that your fault. She was the one driving drunk. Wasn't she."

"Yeah but if I ddint' tell dad that Lilian wasn't his, she wouldn't have gotten drunk and she. . . "I trailed off.

" Your father had the right to now, Hayden. Once she starts to grow up, she will look a lot different then your dad. It wasn't your fault that she got drunk and rolled the very nice car, and you don't need to blame ourself for it. Now lets go inside and get you warmed up. I don't want you missing from the hockey team now do I. I think not."

He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the bedroom and layed me on the bed. I stayed there shivering. He came out with sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt. he also brought me my favorite fuzzy socks with panther paws on them. he said quietly, "Do you want to put these on or do you want me to put them on for you?"

I laughed, "I think I can handle it."

I got up and he left the room, and went to the kitchen. I put on the clothes and brushed my hair. I braided it into a side pony . Smelling something burning I quickly sprinted to the kitchen.

Byran yelled, "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He make a scowling sound. "God Damnit!"

I giggled not helping myselt.

he looked up from the stove. "Sorry," I apolagized.

"it's fine. I'm not a very good cook."

"I can tell," I laughed again.

"It's not funny," He said with a sad look on his face. "I was trying to make you dinner."

I went and wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed him and said, "I'll help."

He kissed my forehead and said, "That would be helpful."

"What exactly are you trying to make?"

I let go of his neck and he said, "I was trying to make spaghetti."

"Lets just start over, okay. . ." I said going over to the stove.

"Okay," he agreed.

We started over and in no time we were almost done. He was stirring the  Marinara Sauce when i saw his finger dip into the sauce. He said," Hayden tasted this I don't know if it tasted right."

I looked at him funny and said," I'm not liking it off your finger."

"Oh come on just taste it."

"No! I don't know where your finger has been."

"Taste it."

"No!"

"Taste it!"

"I said No!"

He came up to me and looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "Pwease."

I looked at him and was about to taste it when he ran his finger from my left temple. Putting sause on my face. I bet you i had a look of, "excuse me" On my face.

"Now you can try it. Lick it off my face."

"My pleasure!" He took my head in his hands and kissed my lips but before he could actually lick it off my face i put my finger in thepan and put it all ober his face.

I burst out laughing. I couldn't stop. I just kept laughing and laughing. I couldn't help myself but laugh.

He looked at me like i was crazy. I was literaly rolling on the floor laughting. When I controlled my self I got a towel and wiped of my face. Going to give the towel to Byran, he just looked at me. So I wiped it off for him. He still looked at me then tapped his lips with his finger. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked in to his green eyes. . . wait I thought they had blue eyes. But his were so mezmerizing.

I brought my lips to his and our lips moved in unison. Until I smelt sauzce burnig. I snapped out of it andd turned of the stove for both the noodles and the sauce. Right when I did that the lights went out. Byran stated, "I'll get the candels."