Broken

Chapter 22

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My back, my poor aching back, my neck gymnastic is a sport of flexibility. I had gone to the practice and yes Sara was there and she was head and every time I fell she snickered. So I accidentally pushed her down five steps but she was okay. The practice was horrendous and I ached from all the flipping, twirling, somersaulting and other things of aerodynamics. My feet felt like I stepped on needles.

"Are you okay?" My mother asked as I slowly but painfully walked into the house.

"I ache everywhere." I whispered.

"Do you want me to fill the tub with ice?" She asked me.

"Yes please." I whispered as I slowly sat on the sofa wincing in pain. People had always assumed gymnastics was an easy sport. On the bar you can literally feel your shin rubbing off, on vaults its living hell then there is the floor event were you dance like a retard and marks are taken off for the simplest things, like a stumble but quick recovery. It is a blood and bone sport.

My phone vibrated I looked down at the message it was Andre. I had little energy to deal with Andre now. I read his text he was asking if I was okay.

"Yes." I texted back quickly.

"The tub is filled with ice and ice water from the tap so get on up." She pulled me up. I winced my poor fragile body. Toughen up Daniella it's just a little pain by tomorrow it will be worked out. I walked up the stairs that seemed more than usual and then into my room quickly taking off my sweat filled gear. I scurried to the bathroom and looked at the ice floating at the top.

I put one foot in and immediately wanted to pull it out but the pain had numbed. I swung the next leg in and stood the next task was dreadful, to lay down. I took a deep breath and slowing let the water engulf my body with its coldness.

I had been in the tub for a long while and the water had gone from freezing cold to room temperature. I rose from it and wrapped a towel around my body. The aching had gone to a minimal now and was really bearable now. I dug through my closet for something comfortable. I found Daniel's old jersey from football. He had given it to me when I left and said anytime I missed him I should wear it and I did miss living under the same roof with him. We used to climb to the rooftop of our house and look at the stars and talk for hours. I missed that. I smelt the shirt and my heart broke a little more. I was the reason for our separation.

I looked down at the phone and was contemplating on whether to call Daniel or not. I dialed the number and it rung until the third one before he answered he sounded tired. Maybe he was asleep?

"Were you sleeping?" I asked after a moment of silence. I heard shuffling and hushed voices.

"Yes I was are you okay?" he asked with concern in his voice.

"It's nothing." I said.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? Are you and mom okay?" he fired questions at me.

"Nothing's wrong. I just remembered your jersey you gave me. I just really wanted to talk to you." I said slowly.

"I miss you too Danny." His voice quivered over the phone.

"Please don't cry." I begged him softly.

"I'm shedding your tears." He said with another sob. I didn't cry when they told me she had died I didn't know what to feel inside I was confused and I didn't know what to do so I didn't cry. My family mourned her death around me while I sat there feeling numb and confused. She had hated me because of Dad and I had tried to loose favor from him but the more I pulled away the more he pulled me back.