𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 • 𝗔. 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗦

𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌 𝐹𝑂𝑈𝑅

[a l e x i s]

Do you ever have that voice in your head? That whisper that always keeps your ears wide open. It seems as my voice never leaves, it's always there. Waiting for that one moment I slip just so they can taunt me. Or when I feel small they make me shrink even further.

Sob when I saw my dad, standing in front of me. I heard the whispers, I heard as they slowly became shouts. As they clawed at my bare skin, nailing themselves to my skull until the moment they watch me fall. Pain is no longer enough to fully explain the pain I feel when I hear those damned voices.

Because it doesn't come in one form. It become one of many, it shifts and structures itself into any momentum of fear, or insecurity and anxiety because that's what it feeds on. It feeds on every bad emotion that spreads throughout your organs and covers it in its filthy silk. It covers every in of your body to the point it has completely dominated you.

I felt weak, I felt overwhelmed with the amount of things that I am unable to process all at once. Weak is something all to familiar to me, as I used to be called it every day. My coach would be there to tell me I'm weak, and that if I wanted to make it in life I'd have to feed of my parents success and money.

That was 5 years ago. From then on I wasn't only the strongest in hockey. I was the strongest at everything I did. Because instead of tumbling to the finish line I charged at it. If you do things without confidence then you are more likely to lose, and weaken. Because you start to doubt yourself before you can truely charge at it.

No thanks to my dad, all the thanks to my mum. She has carved and created me into the person I am. She has lead me into this path and has dug each arrow in it. Without her I'd crumble. I'd be like my dad. She and him had a good relationship. They were best friends before they were a couple.

But when he picked us over hockey she broke, she hated him. Because she had given up her dream to look after him and me. She had worn off every gold medal and knocked herself off the pedestal she was given. Just to watch as her husband, the love of her life to take it away.

—"show me the famous triple deke your daddy taught you. Or was it that old geezer over there?" He nods his head towards Jans direction. His voice domineering and cold.

"Maria." He called, his hands held out expectantly for the blonde women. She immediately reciprocates, handing him his hockey stick.

He passes it onto Coach, his eyes reacting every curve of it as if it was gold. "Three bar. First one to hit both posts and the crossbar. Have to take it out past the blue line." Bombay explains, his voice blatant. Yet his eyes tell a whole different story. "I know the game." My dad spits as he looks down upon Gordon.

And so they played. Meeting at centre ice, puck placed between them and they prepped into position.

I held tightly onto Adam to afraid to watch the two men in battle. I knew my father played dirty, he played to win. And that was at any cost.

They circle the puck, Wolf takes it into his cradle first. Coach facing backwards, occasionally taking a glance back. Dad pushes his elbows against Bombay and he takes lead. Circling the goal with Gordon on his tail. His arms flinging to every corner trying to shove him off as foul.

He hits the right post effortlessly. No smile no grin no nothing as he skates back to centre. And they go again, switching positions.

"Who do you think will win?" Adams voice fragile against my ear as he leans down a little further. "If my dad played fairly then Coach, but if he plays his way then him." Rolling my eyes slightly along with my words.

—"come one Bombay come on!" He shouts to Coach as pants leave his mouth. He looks just about ready to go home yet he keeps on pushing and pushing. Pressing further into the rink, skimming it over like it's nothing.

He grunts right when he hits the left post. Our teams bursts into an eruption of cheers, with our hands flung into the air cheering for him. And they go again.

Wolf hits Gordon in the guys, taking the puck. Regardless of his action Coach picks up the axe chasing right out for him. And he hits the right post.

"News flash. That wasn't even my triple deke." Bombay replies happily. His smile now stuck into his cheeks, with a peachy look in his eyes. He's winning, and it's clear that he will keep wining if Dad doesn't do anything sooner. The Iceland coach is falling behind.

"Coach is only two points apart." Adam remarks as he watched closely. "At least he's two points ahead then two points behind."

—"one more post and you go home crying. By the way, Stansson, you owe me a beach ball."

And here it comes, just as expected. He belts his stick into his right knee. The tip curling into his calf and he releases it. And there he goes tumbling to the ice, taking his knee to his chest trying to ease the pain yet his shouts of cries overtake them.

We skate towards our fallen coach. The immediate instinct is to call for Ms. Mackay who's already down on her knees inspecting the injury. Gordon glares out to the older Stansson. His kind persona left from his body.

"Get your coach off the ice. We have practice now."

—"we okay to win, your lucky to have my daughter on your team or you'd be dead." I felt my inside seeping below me. Adams arm tightens further into my waist. His body hiding my twisted face, with his shoulder as protection.

"Go pabbi." I muster. My nails digging deep into the rims of my palm.

"What?" He replies. It's obvious he heard me, nearly everyone did. I know he doesn't want to believe that mum and I no longer need him with us anymore to go on living. But he wants that little piece to hold onto, I was that piece. But I no longer can hold the strength to keep my grip held onto him.

"Go dad. You heard me, I know you did. We were here first and if you want to practice that bad I'm afraid you'll have to look for another place."

"Can we talk about this privately." He's hopeful, his voice almost sounds like a plead.

"No, you had your time to talk and you didn't take it. Now leave."

"Come on elskan you know he didn't mean to."

A/N:

Y'all just to clarify it wasn't Wolf who said the last sentence...but anyways we love the farther daughter relationship 😃

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