Opposite | Adnan Januzaj

Chapter 15

Trinity's POV

"Alright, tomorrow we're good?"
"Yeah, of course."
"I'll pick you up around five and we can do whatever you like."
"Sounds good."
"Ok, listen Trinity, I got to go because we got to prepare for the game. I'll call you back later."
"Good luck."
"Thanks."
"Go kick some ass."
I could hear laughing through the phone, "By accident I put it on speaker phone, the guys heard you," there was still laughter.
"Alright, you guys heard me! Go kick some ass! Put Chelsea in their place!"

I listen to the team cheer and scream. I didn't quite hear Adnan say "goodbye", but a few seconds later the phone went silent.

I was planning to watch a movie with mom, but since Manchester United were playing, the tv was all Savannah's. I didn't get how things worked that way. She always ended up getting her way. I guess it was to avoid a huge temper tantrum. Sometimes, she could be such a child.

The tv was off limits until the game finished, so I had some time to kill. Maybe I'd just go on my phone and wait until later.

*****

"Why?!" Screams and cries were coming from downstairs.

I came out of my room and nearly crashed into my mom who had the same confused and worried expression on her face as I did. We exchanged nervous glances, then hurried down the stairs and followed the sound. It lead us to Savannah who was curled up in a ball on the couch, clutching a pillow between her knees and chest. Kneeling down, was my dad trying his best to comfort her.

"Honey, it's ok. After all, it's just-"
"It's not ok!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, "And stop saying it's just a game!"
My mom kneeled down and put a hand on Savannah's arm, "What's wrong?"
"Don't touch me!"

My mom flinched when she swatted her hand away. All three of us looked a t each other, not knowing what to do with the screaming girl on the couch.

"What's wrong?" My mom asked kindly, hoping Savannah would respond in a similar tone.
She balled her eyes out harder, "M- Manchester United l- lost!" Her sentence came out choppy.
"Don't worry about it, calm down."
"I can't! I'm so sad right now all I want to do is cry..." Her voice trailed away, we thought she was done, "Or I want to kill anyone who likes Chelsea!"

Savannah's mood changed immediately from sad to mad. No, she was furious. The pillow in her arms got chucked across the room. It hit the wall before falling to the floor. My parents were trying to make her relax. She continued to flail her limbs and push them away when they offered to help.

"I can't deal with this anymore! I hate my life!"
"Savannah, don't-"
"I do! I hate my life and I hate all of you too!"

She ran away with tears flowing down her cheeks. We could still hear her cries even after she left. A loud slam signalled that she had gone into hiding in her room. The sound of her weeps was quieter now, but most definitely still heard.

What were we going to do with her...

Savannah's POV

The game was so upsetting.

First of all, stupid Louis van Gaal puts the captain in midfield, like what the fuck?! He frustrates me so much I just want to bash my foot through the tv screen sometimes. Then, Rademal Falcao isn't doing much up front so why not put in Robin or I don't know?! Put Wayne Rooney up top! Ever think of that?! He's not an effective midfielder, so don't play him there! It's that simple!

Plus, he then substitutes some of his best players off the field and for who?! I did think Adnan was definitely the right choice, but putting on Di Maria and Blackett?! They did nothing! Also, Shaw, Mata, and Young were phenomenal! Round of applause for their great performance. It makes me confused at why they were taken off...

Don't even get me started with the goal... Someone should've obviously been on Hazard. David also should've saved that! I know he can save it and basically everyone else knows too! For his teammates, they obviously know what he's capable of, but don't leave everything on his shoulders! Get on a player!

I don't understand sometimes... Well, to be honest, I don't understand things most of the time. But, football, football is different. I know the rules, how the game is supposed to be played. Ok, maybe I don't play myself, but it's my passion. Watching games, supporting clubs, and talking about football gives me joy and it's what I love to do. It makes me incredibly sad when my team loses.

I feel like my family doesn't know how to deal with me at times... They don't get me, they hardly know who I am. It hurts... You know? I wish they could put theirselves in my shoes and see how hard my life actually is. They know nothing about me, but maybe it's better that way?

Upsetting game... Yesterday I posted and wrote down all my thoughts so if you want to check it out go ahead. I think we could've done way better.