Their Obsession

Chapter 2

*Ugh*
I groan quietly as i use my arms to push my small body upwards, attempting to sit up slowly. I feel a slight wet sensation as my hand places on the stone floor. I open my tightly closed eyes, noticing the dark red liquid covering the floor, creating a ring of blood around my weak body.
I wipe away the red coloured liquid that covers my body, attempting to shield the terrible nightmare of my home life from the prying eyes of my new teammates.
I scurry out of the large door, attempting to speed away from my fathers terrible punishments, avoiding any further encounters with the tall man.
My jog towards the large stadium consisted of constant pain throughout my small body, creating a quiet wince every time my feet connect with the warm concrete floor. My eyes relax from a squint as i walk into the stadium, the change of light relaxing my body immediately.

I wonder through the long corridors, awaiting the sign that shows 'Changing Rooms' to be displayed on one of the heavy doors, indicating the room i was expected to enter.
I finally reach the correct door, opening it slowly to hear the chatter of the many ladies that await inside. The loud voices slowly quieten as i enter the room, the many pairs of eyes resting themselves on my weak body, making me feel awkward instantly.
'I wish they would stop staring' i think to myself, wishing for the many individuals to continue on what they were originally doing.
I walk quickly towards the small cubby hole, my blue training kit hanging in the middle of my section, the large numbers 26 wrote on all the equipment i was expected to wear. The larger kit practically hanging off my smaller frame, indicating the fit of the athletic clothing was incorrect.
I walk quickly out of the bathrooms, attempting to hide the marks that coat my body with a black under armour, unfortunately having the result of keeping my body warmer than it is expected to be.

"Y/n?" A voice says, knocking me out of my day dream and back to the real world.
I lift my head slowly, seeing the brown haired individual sitting next to me, obviously not being in the correct position around the large changing rooms.
"Hi" i say back quietly, not wishing to engage in any conversation with the one and only Lucy Bronze, considering the strange situation that occurred yesterday.
"I wouldn't wear that if i was yo-" she begins to say, before i rudely interrupt her.
"I want to" i snap back, startling the older player and silencing the loud room, seeing many eyes now rest themselves upon the two of us.
Lucy slowly lifts her arms in the air, a mock surrender being her true intentions, only to irritate me further. My lack of energy becoming evident in my anger levels rising, catching most individuals off gaurd.
"Woah, chill, i was just saying" she says, her thick British accent showing in her attempts to speak Spanish.
"Im fine, thank you" i mumble out grumpily, attempting to almost push away any attempts to be friends with my teammates, not wishing for any of them to notice my home life.

Lucy quickly stands up, walking at a fast pace towards her little cubby hole, attempting to not anger me any further.
A slight pang of guilt flows through me as i see the older individual walk away. Not only that, i feel sadness at my lack of social life, just to protect the one person I shouldn't have.

We all finally exit the changing rooms, the tension evident to all individuals, including the coaches who have a slight look of concern resting on their faces. However, they refuse to question, quietly hoping the awkwardness will blow over as they continue with the planned session, worried to worsen the situation.

The training session goes smoothly, my talent shining through as i enter the pitch, my attitude hardening as i step onto the soft grass.
The compliments i receive from all individuals fueling the fire inside me, wishing to gain some positive energy outside of my home.

Once the training session finishes, all individuals exit the training ground, wanting to leave the large building. I begin to walk away, only for a soft hand to place itself gently on my shoulder, resting it down on me.
I swivel at a fast pace, a terrified look in my eyes as i face the individual, expecting the fierce look of my father, only to be met with bright shining eyes looking directly at me, another individual standing directly behind them. The big smile faltering slightly at the sight of me, a concerning look replacing the bright look in their eyes.
"I didnt mean to scare you, Y/n" they say, still having their hand resting on my shoulder, almost holding me in place.
"Its fine" i plainly say, attempting to finish the conversation at a fast pace, not wishing to interact with anyone outside of playing football.
"You had a good session" the other individual says towards me, now smiling towards me in a kind manner.
"Thanks" i plainly say again, attempting to walk away from the situation, only to be tugged back harshly, creating a quiet wince from me.
I turn around to be met by 2 furious faces, irritated by my constant attempts to avoid or interact with anyone.
"Dont talk to us like that" the one further behind says, now walking around to be stood behind me, making me feel small.
I attempt to turn towards them, only to be held tightly by the individual in front of me, keeping me facing towards them.
I gulp harshly at the intimidating situation i was placed into, making a small smirk appear on their faces, pleased at my current position.
"S-sorry" i mumble, now feeling the need to apologise to the two older people.

I hand grabs onto my chin, lifting it upwards so i am looking up towards them, their tall and strong figure towering over myself.
"Dont let it happen again" they say towards me, staring directly into my eyes.
"Y-yes, s-sorry" i mumble back, not knowing what to reply to the older individual.
"Good" they say back, pleased with my answer, but not yet letting go of my chin.
"Next time, it wont be so easy" the person behind me says, leaning in from behind me and whispering into my ear, making me shudder.

They both release me, walking away leaving me stood frozen in my position, not knowing if i was terrified of the situation or.... enjoyed it?

I look down at my watch, realising the time and quickly speeding towards the changing rooms, knowing what situation arises when i arrive home...