TREVOR
"Man, you look like shit," Alex commented, exhaling deeply before Jack slapped the back of his head. "Ow! What was that for?" He exclaimed and Jack glared at him.
Then, Spencer was the first to approach me and instantly stopped, backing away as he placed his hand on his nose. I tiredly glanced at him in which he gave me a look as the boys looked at him in confusion.
Until Cole ignored the boys and walked towards me, frowning.
Quickly, the frown disappeared as he coughed loudly, "Holy shit, Trevor."
He aggressively fanned the smell with his hand across his face. The smell which I couldn't smell anymore because I got used to it since I'd been bed-rotting my couch for weeks straight.
"You reek of sweat and dirt," Cole mumbled, almost a bit too loud. The boys looked surprised for a split second before glancing at me in disbelief.
Of course, Quinn being unbothered, rolled his eyes and sat beside me, ignoring the mess I made around the living room.
I knew I looked like hell. I haven't seen myself in front of a mirror but I sure do have dark bags under my eyes, red, runny nose and messy hair that I haven't combed in a while.
"What happened, Trevor? You haven't been answering our messages." Quinn stated.
"Or calls." Spencer finished, glancing at me with a slight frown.
"We also haven't heard anything from Jaquella yet," Jack said, nervously rubbing the side of his neck.
Clearly, the boys were terrified as much as I was, when she hadn't been answering any of my messages or calls.
But I hadn't heard her name out of anyone's mouth in a long time, it felt like a year since the name of my estranged girlfriend echoed across my brain.
My heart began to race, increasing the moment the silence took over the entire living room.
It had been a week and a half since I had last seen Jaquella. I missed her so damn much, I really did. I knew I fucked up big time.
Big fucking time.
But I, at least, needed to know where she left off. She disappeared, even without doing anything out in public. I had no idea until I received plenty of messages from Tabitha, telling me that Jaquella hadn't been responding as usual.
Pretty much, we were all concerned and scared for her surroundings. But most of it was my fault. All of this was completely my fault.
None of this would've happened if I could just tell Jaquella what happened that night. I should've told her from the start when we started getting intimate.
I just couldn't bring myself to confront the situation because I was scared. I still didn't know if I did it or not, that entire night was a blur.
My entire career was about to end all of an accusation that couldn't possibly save anything. Or me.
The tone of her voice still traumatized me from this day. The way she found out broke me. The way she confronted me, she was so angry and upset - I don't think I could ever forget everything.
I had spent hours and hours every single day for the past week, sobbing and hoping that she would come back and return in my arms.
But nothing. She never returned. Never left a single clue.
I even went to her place a while back and she wasn't there. It was so empty and quiet. I knew that I messed up everything. And deserved it all for every moment.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling, I glanced at the boys, "There's been accusations against me that happened while I was in college."
Silence filled up the atmosphere once again once they took in what I said to them and thought. They were thinking a lot.
"You can leave if you want. Do anything, I don't care anymore. I lost everything. My career, my relationship-Jaquella." I added, swallowing hard.
Then, Jamie crossed his arms, "What accusations?" He asked, frowning.
"Sexual assault," I replied and exhaled deeply when the boys widened their eyes. "But you have to believe me when I say I don't remember doing anything. I don't remember doing any of that shit, I was out of my mind. I was drunk. I had so much to drink."
Every now and then, I've been getting headaches due to the lack of sleep and it's getting worse. I couldn't think right, I had to rub the area where it hurt the most.
"There's many possibilities that must've happened, Trevor. Maybe they spiked your drinks. You know girls want to get in your pants. But you should check the cameras when you get in town." Cam reasoned.
"Wait." Jack frowned, "If you didn't know that you assaulted the girls then how would you know about the accusations if you were drunk?"
Then, everyone looked at me again and I let out a sigh, "I found out by one of the girls telling other students on campus. She later came up to me and started ramping around with the stuff I didn't ever remember doing while at the party, she threatened me and I was scared. I was scared that it would ruin my chance of getting into the league so I told her to keep it a secret."
"I swear I was going to tell you guys, but then I met Ella and... fell in love with her." I ran my hand across my face, looking elsewhere but the guys.
They were probably so ashamed of me. Of what I had to do to protect my reputation to get in the NHL. I was ashamed of myself as well. I wasn't proud doing that decision.
