"ISABELLA." I hear my girlfriend shout causing me to look towards the sound of her voice then I see her get her head blown off.
"Blake?" I question. "BLAKE?"
"ISABELLA." I hear a familiar voice shout.
"ISABELLA FUCKING WAKE UP." I hear another familiar voice shout.
"AHH." I shout as I launch out of my sleep and realize I'm in my hotel in Houston, Texas.
Once I'm awake I feel Waffles laying on me then I see Kendrick, Ezra, the team security men, and our team doctor looking at me with wide eyes.
"Why are you all in my room?" I question as I try to get my breathe back.
"You were screaming." Our team doctor says. "For like an hour."
"Fucking PTSD night terrors will do that to you." I say.
"I thought you had weed to help with that." Kendrick says.
"It's illegal in North Carolina and Texas so I didn't bring it." I say. "I'm not trying to go to prison in these two states.
"Are you okay?" The team doctor asks.
"I'm fine." I say. "I'll see you on the bus to the game."
"O-kay." The team doctor says then she, the team security men, Kendrick, and Ezra leave my room.
Once I'm alone with Waffles, I lay back on down then I grab my phone and FaceTime the person I usually talk to after my PTSD night terrors.
"Isabella?" Jasmine questions as I look at her.
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"Hi Jazzy." I say as Waffles scoots up the bed and lays with me.
"Aren't you supposed to be napping?" My friend questions.
"Well I just had a ptsd sleep terror thingy and I didn't wanna be alone, well I mean I'm not alone because I have Waffles, but you know what I mean." I say. "So I called you, but I don't know why I called you cause I should have called Blake since we're dating, but I guess I just didn't wanna be alone so I guess I called you cause I know your working and oh my god you're working why did I call you...."
"Okay first of all you need to stop rambling." Jasmine says.
"Sorry." I say.
"Second thing is stop saying sorry when you have one of these night terrors."
"Sorry." I say.
"Isabella." Jasmine says in a warning tone.
"Oops." I say.
"Now I will gladly talk to you, but maybe you wanna start talking to Blake about these things."
"That's probably a good idea." I say.
"If she doesn't answer then call me back." Jasmine says.
"I will." I say then Jasmine and I hang up.
After I hang up with Jasmine, I call Blake
"I was just thinking about you." Blake says when she answers, but I don't say anything. "Isabella?"
"Blake" I say.
"Yeah beautiful?"
"I'm not okay."
- - - - -
"FUCK." I shout then I angrily push over a training table here in the away locker room of the Toyota Center here in Houston, Texas.
We just beat the Houston Aeros 5-2 and once the game ended I was pulled into the locker room and given some pretty shitty news.
Ten minutes ago my friend and fellow 10th Mountain Division soldier Private Kameron Travis succumbed to his injuries making him the 22nd person in my platoon to die as a result of our firefight last year.
Kameron had been in a coma since our firefight.
"Fuck." I say then I put the training table up right.
Once the training table is set up right, I leave the locker room and head out to where I'm supposed to do an interview
Apparently having your friend die doesn't get you out of press duties.
Talia's gonna blow a gasket when she sees me on tv doing media duties.
"Thanks." I mumble as I grab the headset then I put it on and stand in front of the camera.
"You're late." I hear Paul Bissonnette say in my headphones.
Our game was on TNT tonight.
"I know I'm late." I say. "And I don't fucking care."
Fuck this day.
"One of my friends just died." I say as I look out at the camera. "So what the fuck do you want to to talk about?"
"One of your friends just died?" Someone asks.
"Yeah he was in a coma for a year and just succumbed to his injuries." I say. "So do you wanna talk about the game or can I go now?"
Nobody says anything so I take off the headset, hand it to the producer lady, then I head back to the locker room.
Once in the locker room I take off all my hockey shit, change into my comfy clothes and shoes, then I pack up my stuff.
"Are we staying the night or going to the airport?" I ask as I pack my stuff.
"We're going to the airport." Kendrick says.
"Cool." I say as I finish packing up. "Waffles and I'll be on the bus."
Once I finish packing I grab my stuff then Waffles and I leave our locker room and head out to the bus.
When we get on the bus, Waffles and I sit in our row then I wrap my arms around my doggy.
"Fuck today." I mumble then my phone starts buzzing so I pick it up and see Talia's calling me.
Well this ought to be fun.
"Hey Talia."
"They made you do media duties after your friend died?" Talia questions.
"Mhmm." I say then Waffles adjusts her head to look at the phone screen.
"Oh hi Waffles." Talia says.
Waffles smiles at Talia then she rests her head on my shoulder.
"I'm probably gonna get fined for cussing." I say.
"I'll pay you back if you do." Talia says.
"Cool." I say.
"You played good tonight." Talia says.
"Thanks T." I say as I rest my head on Waffles' head. "Thanks."
