You can't Outrun the Truth

Questions

November 14 

3:56 a.m.

London's POV

I woke up and checked the clock. It was dark out which means I slept through dinner and hopefully the Brits were asleep. It was 3:56 in the morning which was close to four which was basically six. 

I got out of bed and changed into grey sweatpants and one of my US Soccer shirts. I brushed what I could of my long hair for the first time in four days and tied it back in a loose ponytail. 

I checked to see if Leah and Jordan had stayed over in the guest room and they were. I shut the door again and walked over to the kitchen. I got some water and made some plain toast with butter since I was trying to not wake people up. I saw some missed calls from the American girls and called Mal. She may be sleeping but she could also be awake since it was now 4:15.

She didn't answer so I was left alone in the silence once more. I went back to my room with my water and got out my laptop. I was trying to find the game the girls had just won so I could watch it. I can't remember if I was allowed to watch things or not, but if I couldn't remember it probably wasn't important.

By the time the game ended, it was 5:50 and everyone was still asleep. I called Jill since she was more likely to be awake than Danielle or Viv but she didn't answer. I walked around my room before grabbing a blanket and going out to the balcony. I was able to watch the sunrise and I took a photo of it to post on my Instagram story. 

It was 8:30 by the time everyone was finally awake. 

"London, what do you want for breakfast?" Beth asked.

"Oh, I already ate, thanks for asking though."

"When did you wake up?" Jordan asks.

"Like four," I tell her.

"You've been up for four hours?" She asks.

"Yeah, no one would answer my phone calls, it was depressing. I got to watch the sunrise though, that was pretty."

"Who did you call and when?"

"Well first I called Mal and that was around four then I called Jill around six."

"I wonder why no one answered, such a mystery," She jokes.

"Hilarious."

After the Brits ate breakfast they started asking more questions.

"Why didn't you answer any of our calls?" Leah asks.

"I didn't feel like being yelled at."

"Who said we would have yelled at you?"

"Would you have yelled?" I asked leaning back in my chair.

"I would have been mad, I probably wouldn't have yelled though!"

"Well, sorry then, most people yell," I say.

"Who?" Jordan asks.

"Daan briefly, then my old teammates when... no never mind, there was that one time when, maybe Mal, or was it, Rose, that got mad cause I left," I answer realizing the only other people to really yell were my parents.

"You named three people."

"Well, I don't like conflict," I answer shortly. The conversation was approaching dangerous territory that I wasn't comfortable going into. The less they knew the better, which doesn't work well when they have millions of questions.

"You played well against Portugal," Beth said. She was sitting next to me at the dining room table while Leah and Jordan sat across from us.

"Thank you! I probably could have done some things differently that would have worked better in the long run but I didn't get like, yelled at for messing anything up so that's good. I just would've liked to play against Scotland but some dumb water bottle had to be in the exact spot my foot was in!"

"You can play in the next game," Leah smiled.

"Everything happens for a reason London, who knows, maybe you would've suffered a career-ending injury in that match," Beth says. I hate that phrase, 'everything happens for a reason.' Like what the hell was the reason for me being literally abused for like seven years. 

"Maybe," I agree with a small laugh. "Do you know when Daan and Jill get home?"

"Daan said around one," Beth says.

"Well we should get going," Leah says standing up. They both left and Beth and I moved to the couch to watch a movie. I had taken my medicines while they ate so now I was tired but also determined to finish the movie.

Around halfway through the movie, I started drifting off and I rested my head against Beth's shoulder.

Jill's POV

1:23 p.m.

Daan and I were pulling into the car park of our building. We were returning home to London after being away at camp for the Netherlands.

"I need answers, Jill! Some random person was texting on her phone and she hasn't answered in ages!" Daan ranted.

"London never answers anyone," I pointed out. We grabbed our suitcases and walked to our flat. I unlocked the door and we walked in. Daan immediately set her bag down in the entry and searched for London. I followed her into the living room where she had paused. London was asleep on Beth who was on her phone while the tv played in the background.

"Oh, hey guys!" Beth whispered.

"Hi Beth, when did she get back?" Daan asked.

"She got here yesterday."

"Why does she have a bandage on her head?" I ask. London had a white bandage wrapped around her head messing up her hair.

"She can tell you when she wakes up."

"Or you could tell us now..." Daan suggests.

"Nope."

"Are they home?" London whispers.

"Yep."

"Hey, London!" I smile at her. She waves and sits up.

"I may have had brain surgery. I'm not entirely sure what it was but yeah. I split my head open and yeah. It was really fun, almost bleed to death in some random hotel in Scotland."

"You had what?" Daan asks.

"You almost bleed to death?" I ask.

"Surgery Daan, and from what I heard there was a lot of blood."

"You had surgery," Daan repeats.

"Yes, I did."

"You're going to kill me one of these days kid," She sighs.

"How are you feeling?" I ask.

"Tired, fine, I'm on medication for my head. I'm concussed or something."

"Okay, we'll stop asking questions for now," I say. Daan and I put our suitcases in our rooms and join Beth and London back in the sitting area.

"Congrats on your call-up by the way," I say.

"Oh thanks, Jill!"

"Yeah, you played great!" Daan says.

"Thanks, Daan!"