running to 1st

7th

Phillips field

-harper's pov-

Benny and I were walking towards the field in silence, "Are you nervous to play against phillips?" "nah, his mouth is bigger than his swing." He said causing me to laugh, "true. do you think he will let me play this time?" I asked quietly. I don't like phillips, he's a jerk. Last year when we played against him, I wasn't allowed to play because I was a girl. I don't even know what made him get pissed off by me, but he never liked me. which was perfectly fine with me. "I'm not sure, we will let you play no matter what he says." Benny says walking into the dugout where the rest of the boys were standing. "finally!" squints says, "chill we are here." I said rolling my eyes, "hey babe, you aren't supposed to be here. the cheerleaders belong in the stands." phillips said pointing to the bleachers where literally no one was. "umm no, i'm not a cheerleader. I am gonna play today, wether you like it or not!" I said walking closer to him.

 "hey man just let her play, she will go cry to Benny when they lose, because of her." a guy on the opposite team said, i think his name was cody. "let's just see what harper's gonna mess up this year." Lucas said, I had chemistry with him last-year and accidently spilled a chemical formula all over his 3 paged essay. hehe whoops! I guess he hated me since, because our teacher made him do it again and i just got detention for that day. hehehe. "ok lemme warm up then," I said pushing past the brothers walking towards the other boys. yes, phillips's brother was Lucas, see the relation? "guysss I can play!" I said yelling, "ok you will be up 7th, after yeah-yeah." "sounds good, can you repeat the whole battin line-up?" "sure, squints is first, then smalls, bertram, timmy, tommy, me, yeah-yeah, you, then Benny will be last. Kenny won't hit because he's pitching the whole game." ham said, "got that?" "yep." I said while we started to play. I wasn't gonna be up for awhile so I went to check my phone,

 1 message from Cher: 

hey harp, im going to the diner with charlie so if i'm not home by the time your game is, i will be at the diner if you need me. james is at the rodriguez's, good luck! 

k thanks cher.

I responded then ham came up to me, outta breath, "your up." "I am?" "yes go." I went up to the plate, yeah-yeah was on second and we had 2 outs. i could either screw this up or make us lead even more since the score was already 4-0. 

I did a few practice swings while Lucas was smirking at me, from the pitchers mound. oh great, this isn't gonna be good. Lucas lifted his leg up to throw the ball low and outside, ball 1. Another pitch... a slider, strike 1. He smirked at me then mouthed "eat this" and he pitched a curve ball, directly to my right fibula. (side of your shin) You instantly fell to the floor, "ahhh shit Lucas!" I yelled at him as I grabbed the side of my shin, I rolled up my jeans to see a big red spot-starting to swell from where the ball hit.

"oh sorry, I guess you are gonna go cry to your daddy- oh wait." phillips said laughing, "maybe if you had one to teach you ball, you wouldn't have been hit. but I guess he didn't love you or you little broken family enough." he continued laughing before he stopped. Benny punched him in the nose I guess because I started sprinting off that diamond with tears in my eyes, then I looked back and phillips was on the dirt floor. But I didn't care, he mentioned my father- i guess i'm not totally over the fact that he's never coming back. I remember him, I was 10. I told him goodnight and heard screaming, glass breaking, the front door slam shut, crying, and a car peeling out. just like that- never even saw or heard from him again. 

I ran through my front door, and went upstairs to cry on my bed. 

i took a nap. naps are the best, you can't feel the pain or cry as much when your body is relaxed.

about 1 hour later I woke up and went downstairs for food, because I was freaking starving. I got some cereal and layed down on the couch, with ice on my shin, and turned on the dodgers game against the rockies. the rockies pitcher just pitched the ball down the middle to trea turner, boom homer! there was a knock on my door, I got up slowly because of the pain, and answered the door. It was mrs. rodriguez, "oh my harper, your leg!" she said looking terrified. I mean I would too, it was double in size with a huge purple and blue bruise. "I came to tell you that Benny is gonna take Pais and James for ice cream and invited you to go, but we need to get you to er." she said helping me to her car across the street. Now i finally get to see my mom for the first time today, but I'm in pain. that's the only way to see her basically, if someone gets injured and taken to the hospital. "How did this happen?" Laura said after some minutes of silence, "Benny didn't tell you?" I said kinda shocked. "um no, he went straight up to his room once he got home. I haven't seen him since." she said sadly, "oh. well I was up to bat and Lucas pitched a curve ball directly at my shin. then boom." I said, "Oh my i always hated that family. I'm sorry but they just aren't nice." Laura said pulling up to the hospital, she helped me walk the chair while she was getting me signed in and asking for a room. When I heard my name called I looked up, saw my mom calling my name with a worried look on her face, I tried to run away but a pair or arms grabbed my wrist- sitting me in the wheelchair my mom pushed to my room. 

-end of chapter-

a/n:

I'm sorry this is kinda a sad chapter :/