More Than One Night

chapter twenty

Logan

I slept better than I thought I would last night.

I'm such an idiot for reacting like I did when I found out that Nathan fucking Jones is going to be at the match. He won't be playing but he will be there. My mind can't help but wonder if my ex will tag along with him.

They don't know I've been asked to play to be fair, as I was a last minute change, but I don't know how they will react when they see me. My last words towards them weren't the nicest after what happened.

As I lay in the hospital bed staring out of the window, my doctor has just told me the length of my injuries and I nearly smashed this unit I'm connected to up. I'm 27 and my career is over. Football is my fucking life.

I hear my Mum approach the nurse outside my room but I block everything out. I can't play again. Well not for a while, but that's no use to me. I was literally in my prime. Making thousands a week, a gorgeous girl to come home to, a brand new sports car I've just bought. Being a footballer is something I dreamed of and now it's over.

I haven't seen Jess yet and I need her here to help me get through this.

Mum enters, talking at me. I can see her lips moving but I don't hear anything. My brain is trying to process this situation. My manager and coach are stood at the end of my bed. I look around for the one person I need right now.

"Where's Jess?" I blurt out. My mother looks around at my friends. Fletcher and Hart are here but no sign of Jones.

"I called her but she didn't pick up." Mum tells me.

My brows furrow. I stare down at my leg in a cast, my head is still pounding from the concussion I received. At least the dizziness has stopped now.

A few days later Jess finally appears.

"Where have you been? I needed you here." I tell her, reaching out for her hand but she pulls away.

"I've been busy." She bluntly replies.

"Fucking busy! I'm laying here in a fucking hospital bed not knowing what is going to happen with my life and the one person I needed here was fucking busy!"

I throw the tray which had my lunch sitting on across the room, slamming my fists down at my side.

"Look Logan, I really thought I loved you and everything but I don't think this is going to work. You aren't a footballer anymore so-" She shrugs.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!"

Blood is pooling in my ears. The machine attached to me is beeping rapidly letting me know my heart rate is escalating.

"We are over Logan. The last few days I've been moving out of the house and-"

"Wait, your fucking serious about this? Your leaving me?" I yell. I don't care who hears me at this point.

"Yes. I am. I have met someone else who will support me and my future." She looks over towards the door as Jones strides in, pulling her into his side as she places a kiss on his cheek.

"Sorry it had to be like this mate but we just kinda happened you know."

I can't fucking believe what is happening. I wish I could pinch myself and wake up from this absurd dream.

I shake my head wildly my hands tugging on my roots about to pull it all out.

"So you two have been what? Fucking behind my back? I don't believe this!"