No Escape From You ~ Katie McCabe x Y/N (WOSO)

Chapter 20

No-One's POV

It's now the end of July.

Katie McCabe has recovered fully from her injury, and is absolutely thriving at Arsenal. Loving every minute of playing for the world class club.

She's recently found the position that has best suited her, as a left back. As much as she loves to go up front and score bangers, she's really shown her true class lately with her ability to play on the left side, but her ability to defend in general is truly impressive.

She's also shown that she can play up and down that left side and get a good few passes into the box, getting many assists for goals, and even scoring some true bangers herself for the Gunners.

However.

Things for Y/n.

Well.

They aren't going so great.

Y/n's POV

"And lastly, Y/n, you're on bench again this week" Gareth announced as he finished going through today's team.

Bench. Again. 4th fucking week in a row now. I have had a gutsfull of this shit.

I finally looked up, my eyes scanning around the changing room, I made quick eye contact with Ellie who gave me a sad and sympathetic look, I could only clench my jaw and look down.

The last few weeks have been shit here to be completely honest.

We didn't end up qualifying for the Cyprus cup, we've lost 3 games in the last 4 weeks now. I've not started in ages.

I've only been put on the pitch on the rare occasion, when we've been losing, they've had me put on to try and score last minute winners or to try get us a draw on one or two occasions, which hasn't happened.

No-One's POV

The game finished 3-1 to Leeds, another loss for the Cardiff City girls. They'd started perfectly this season, but recently it's like something has gone missing, or rather, someone has gone missing.

The girls slowly made their way out of the changing room, heads still hung low as they made their way out of the Cardiff City stadium and to their parents or their own cars to head on home, all very disappointed with their performances today.

Y/n's POV

As soon as I got into my car, I immediately drove off, wanting to do nothing other than get home as fast as possible.

I played 2 minutes today. Two. Fucking. Minutes.

I'm getting less and less game time each week, I have truly had enough of this shit.

The entire drive home, I was drowned in my thoughts, just going over and over what I have done wrong to deserve this, I can't think of any logical explanation for it. I've not missed a single training session, i've never been late to training, or a game. I get on with all the training staff and staff in general, I haven't any issues with my teammates, nothing, absolutely nothing.

None of it makes sense to me at all.

Eventually, I arrive back home, I get out the car slowly, not in any rush for anything. I grab my bag from the boot of my car, lock it and head up the steps of my house and to the front door.

Once I'm in, I take off my shoes, leaving them at the side of the door and make my way up to my bedroom, immediately collapsing onto my bed as I got in me room.

I couldn't hold it in anymore, I just bursted out crying. I'm so exhausted of being left out of playing, constantly being left disappointed, annoyed, frustrated, pissed off, all of it. It's doing my fucking head in.