Warnings : blood, abuse, r@pe, injury, depresion, angst, there is a happy ending. No love intrest, just chelsea girls being a family
If any off these things make you uncomfterball, please do not read,
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'Fuck,' i mutter as the sound of thunder bursting through the air fills my ears,
My sweatshirt was completly soaked while i felt tired, just tired.
There had been talks that i would be send to another club somewhere due to beining injured, even the thought that i would need to leave made me feel sick and naseous.
So i started training even harder, pressing myself to heal faster, i would run road after road, until i had to find my way back,
And that was how i ended up here, my mind was being drowned in thoughts, and due to that i had lost both control off time and off my body, i didnt even knew where i was, my head was spining and my leg was throbbing in pain, fuck that wasnt good.
A loud crash, it was close to me, i tried to find shelter, of course it had to be some kind of dark alley,
'Are you alone? Do you need help?' A friendly older looking lady appears out of nowhere,
'Yes but im fine thank you,' i answer, seeing she tried to give me shelter, but despite trying to apear trusting her vibe felt uneasy and untrusting.
'Come on, i would not want to find you dead once the storm is over,' i accept, my leg was killing me an it felt like i was about to pass out.
' here, take some painkillers and go to the room on the third floor the last one on your left.' She hands me a towel with some spair clothes.
This place seemed old and abandond, the walls where old and decorated with white and red paint that was starting to fall off.
I walk inside the room i would make my stay for another few hours and decided i would text someone about my where abouts,
Should it be someone of the team? I shake my head, knowing that i wasnt ready to face magdalena, pernille or the other 'mom's' off the team.
I walk to the small bathroom, deciding i would take a short shower to think about everything.
I put the shower on, sighing as i realise that despite the state off the building, the water was warm
I could text anyone from the english team, but if i did that i would give them an even bigger burden.
I could text rachel, but no, she would imeadiatly text millie who would text the others.
Maybe like relly silent person, who i trusted.
Yes thats it, i smile as i think about one of the other younger players, aniek nouwen.
I dry my hand with th towel while the hot water where still hitting my back.
I type a quick message with something along the lines off, something is wrong, dont panick but can you please come and pick me up
I send her my location and put my phone off, not wanting to be with my own thoughts for too long.
I feel down again as i think abojt what you had to do just to earn yojr spot on the bench, tje fact that it didnt matter how hard i tried,
Some other players or more likely sam, millie or fran would always be the talk of the night,
It didnt matter if i scored an hat trick on my debute, it did not matter that i became the youngest player to becoem in the top eleven best line up from the world off the year,
