Two Minute Drill (Bases Loaded Jam Series #2)

Ch. 48: Game of Inches (Kendra)

A lot had been happening since New Year's Eve. As far as I was concerned, the revelations over Rick's multiple harassment accusations were just too much for me to handle. In hindsight, even though they played a part in my decision to break up with him, I was already considering leaving him although it had nothing to do with Rick himself.

That night was also conflicting because when I went to bed, all I could think about was Gordon. Everything about that night was hard to swallow. He arrived to the party with Brett as his date. We then danced together and then he walked out on me. Then, he breaks up a fight without throwing a punch. All of these things were making me so angry at him.

I didn't know why, but I would've preferred Gordon had come in alone, danced with me throughout the night, and fight that son of a bitch. That's what men who respect women do, don't they? They protect their women. Gordon didn't do that. So then why the hell was I thinking about it more often the not? I could never understand myself thinking that and what was going on. I knew I needed some guidance over this. But to where could I find it?

Over the next few weeks while the Kissgate situation was brought up, I remained by myself hardly speaking to anyone. Sure, I did have to tell the investigators about Rick's behavior. While he didn't treat me like some others, there were times he made me uncomfortable. Telling you this would be hard to tell you because on more than one occasion was I referred to as Rick's private property. I hated being referred to as that.

I only missed one day of work before deciding that I needed to come back. I didn't talk to anyone as much other than accepting tasks from Brett and her assistants. No one seemed to be interested in talking to me about my problems and I was okay with that. For two weeks, I was a pariah and the silent person in the room. I didn't want anyone to disturb me unless they needed a task done.

All that would change a days before after won against the Steelers. I drove right into the parking lot and got out of my car. As I was walking to the arena, I saw a familiar figure standing right before me. It was Gordon. We hadn't spoken since the end of last year. I knew he had dealt with heat over the drama of kissing Brett as well and he was embarrassed by it.

"Hey," he said slowly.

"Hey," I replied back with awkwardness. We then walked towards the door close by that entered the building. He opened it and I walked in. We kept walking down the same hallway for some time with nothing said. That was until he turned to me.

"How are you doing?" He asked.

"Fine," I replied. "You?"

"Bumps and bruises from last week. I'll be fine."

"You better be or else Mahomes will eat you alive when he torches you?"

"Well, he better watch out for our defense because those guys will be ready to go right at him."

"I hope it's true."

I don't know how it happened or what happened. Before I knew it, Gordon and I were talking like old acquaintances. It was only on football and it wasn't anything that sparked a friendship, but we just talked like whatever happened to us recently never happened. It was so strange and weird.

Even more weird was seeing a group of players outside the locker room in fright.

"What's going on?" Gordon asked.

"It's Troy man," Lucky Dupree, a linebacker said. "The dude is insane."

"What did he do now?"

"He was down in Lake Charles, Louisiana yesterday helping rescue an animal and he actually brought the thing back here."