Ice Queen

Coaches

          Your pov
      That night was filled with arguing. My parents didn't even bother asking to visit, they just started screaming at me as I stormed home.
"You shouldn't have done that!"my father looked enraged.
"You never follow our instructions." my mother had a disappointed tone.
"I'm old enough to make decisions for myself! I'm ready to start again! You can't hold me from what I love." I argued.
"Oh so you're ready then? Let's check your apartment." mother insisted. Sweat formed at my brow. They couldn't see my cabinet. I just went on a shopping spree, I have just about every pill you can think of. I even have Dinitrophenol, the thing that convinced them to send me here in the first place.
"Sure." I bluffed, opening the apartment door for them.
They inspected the place carefully. As they scooted into the bathroom, I scooted over to the cabinet with a plastic bag. I shuffled the entire cabinet into that one bag and planted it far below the rest of the trash in the can.
They came out of the bathroom and moved to the couch. They took off the cushions and dragged their hands underneath it. Then my mother moved to the kitchen.
"What's in here then?" she swung open the once full cabinet door, only to find it empty. Together they inspected my kitchen, each drawer and cabinet. I silently prayed they wouldn't find anything. After a few more minutes they stopped.
"I guess you didn't lie. We'll allow you to return. You can come back to America with us tomorrow." my father grumbled.
       I didn't want to go back with them though.
"I was thinking..." I started," that maybe I could skate with out you guys."
Their eyes widened, my mother looked hurt.
"Why would you say that?!" she yelled.
Then I heard a faint knock at the door. I bolted to get it, I couldn't stand any more of them. There stood Victor, his hair shown in the moon.
"Am I interrupting something?" Victor questioned.
"No, come in please." I practically dragged him in. My parent don't yell at me with others around. Only in private. My father's face relaxed when he saw Victor.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"Oh, you dropped this when you were leaving." he handed me a slip of paper which held a number.
2nd POV
You were confused to say the least.
"This isn't mine." you tried shoving him the paper.
"Oh it isn't? I'm pretty sure it has Yurio's number. Well, I don't know who else's it would be, you can keep it." he winked. You thought about Yurio, you missed him already. The days you spent at the rink together, were the best you had here.
"Can you tell our daughter that she's insane. Maybe she'll listen to you."  your father grunted.
"Why is she insane?" Victor raised his eyebrow.
"She wants to skate without a coach." my mother piped in.
"I never said without a coach, I just said without you two." you shot back, then realized how much worse that sounded.
"I can coach your daughter." Victor offered.
"No it's ok, she doesn't skate without us." your father objected.
"No I insist! Your daughter has amazing skill. If she doesn't do well this season, you can have her back." Victor insisted.
        This interested them. Your father rubbed his chin.
"We'll need to discuss privately." he brought your mother into the bathroom.
     You could here quite whispers as they discussed. They took about three minutes. Victor and you stood still awkwardly in that time. Then the bathroom door opened.
"Fine, we'll send her paperwork over. We can sign for any competitions you may want her in." your father proceeded to walk out the door. You mother gave you a small hug before following him.
You expected Victor to follow, but he didn't.
"If I'm your coach now, we need to get some things straight." he announced.
"Like what." you chuckled. From his pocket he pulled a pill container. It rattled as he shook it.
"Have any clue what this is?" he tested. You knew how to lie though.
"No?" you ferried you eyebrows, giving him a confused look. He walked toward you pull cabinet and swung it open, only to find it empty.
He looked a little surprised,"It was here this morning."
"What was? Were you going through my stuff?" you continued to play innocent.
"No it isn't like that. I don't know how you fooled your parents, but you can't keep skating like this." he looked up and down at your body. He then pocketed the pills and walked out the door.
"Meet us tomorrow at the rink, at nine ok?" he closed the door on the way out.
You were furious to say the least. As happy as you were to have THE Victor Nikiforov as a coach, his actions angered you. You knew they were for your best, but...you weren't ready to let go. Something like this wasn't something you could just get over so quickly.