Getting Through Life

Chapter 17: Clear skies

"McKay is known for always wearing long sleeves shirts on a match day. Whether the weather is hot or cold, she won't enter the pitch without her sleeves. Some say she is the opposite of Katie McCabe, Arsenal's very own left back. The fans saw it as a tradition or superstition from the keeper. McKay and McCabe often get compared because their names are much alike, aswell as their style of play. Both can be very agressive on the pitch. But then there are the sleeves. We have McCabe who almost never wears them, whereas McKay always has her sleeves on. Now we have finally some clarity as for why that may be."

"McKay played in the big Manchester derby, with her defending City's net just hours ago. She had a collision with the ball which caused her nose to bleed. This led to blood on her shirt which she then had to swap. Only, the shirt the brought was short sleeved! The camera's picked up some weird lines on her arms, that we could only describe as scars. So, they questions stands: is Louise McKay really who we think she is? Keep in mind, this superstar is still only seventeen years old. Did she rise to soon? Can she handle all of this pressure? Keep reading to get to know the young star in the net."

The article went on but I stopped reading. People love gossip too much. It was only a matter of time anyways before people would find out. I was so, so good at hiding it, damn it! In training, in the locker rooms, my parents never really cared what I was doing, so that part wasn't hard. The only person I think may have seen them was Leah, but she's never asked questions. I already told her some stories about my past, and also that I've tried to commit suicide, but she never made comments about it, before or after she knew. I decided to just ignore the rest of it until the time was right. Well, that may be now.

I thought I would be more upset when my secret would come out, but I'm fairly calm. I have my reasons why I did what I did, and I don't know if I regret it or not. But I'm done with it. I promised Leah. I went through life and that's exactly what I'll keep doing. They're just another closed chapter of my story.

I was still standing at the door, waiting for Leah to get up. I just decided to not say anything about this, not yet anyways. I deserve a break too.

"Are you ready yet?", I chuckled while I put my phone on silent and put it back in my pocket. I was leaning against the doorframe and I was so focused on my phone I didn't see she was already up. She was standing behind me and yelled in my ear "I'm here". I jumped and screamed so hard. She was laughing histerically, literally, she was bending over and holding her chest.

"Damn you and your Brittish humor", I began laughing too.

"As I recall correctly, you are also half Brittish", she tried to be sneaky.

"To be honest, I don't even know what I am. My 'mom' was Belgian and my dad was Brittish. But Alex is American", I said while I used air quotes for mom.

"I just think that means you don't have one, not two, but three countries you can choose to represent when the time is right"

"You always can turn something in something positive, Williamson", I praised her while I leaned back into her. And as always, her reflexes got the better of her when her arms sneaked on my waist yet again.

"Williamson? Really? I thought we were at least on first name basis by now", she joked.

"After that scare, like hell we are! You can be happy that's your only punishment", I turned around in her hold.

"Punishment", she repeated mockingly.

"Yes, punishment. Anyways, I have somewhere to be now", I turned around again and grabbed the doorknob, but before I could turn it, my hand was swept away from it.