Living Proof (NHL)

Prologue

Hey Guys! There are just a few things I need to clear up before you start reading.

This is my first hockey story I have ever written. Ice Hockey is my favorite sport so I hope I have everything right because if not, that's embarrassing lol.

The first chapter, or prologue, is when Kolby was 10(I know it seems a little mature for a 10 year old but I can't do third person really good so it's all I could do) and then Chapter 1 will start when she's 19. And yes, Kolby has two dad's that are on the same hockey team.

Her real dad is always "daddy" and her other one is always "dad". If you have a problem with it then don't read and don't comment on it if you're going to be negative because it's not going to change anything.

Another thing is the dates might not match up so don't put too much thought into it please!

Hope you enjoy!

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"Uncle John! Come on, we're not going to be able to see them before the game starts!" No matter how much I pulled him, he wouldn't move any faster.

"Kolb's, they aren't going on the ice for 20 more minutes we have plenty of time." Sighing, I let him walk ahead and pull me towards the locker room. Once we got there he knocked loudly and poked his head through the door, "Everyone decent?" After a chorus of yes's, Uncle John opened the door and I ran straight to the cubicles in the middle.

"Daddy!" I flung myself at my dad and he easily caught me, pulling me onto his lap.

"Hey Kolby bear, how's my favorite little girl?" Before I could answer, I was picked up and put into another lap. Looking up, I smiled at my other Dad's face.

"What about me Kolb's? No love for your favorite Dad?" I giggled before wrapping my arms around my other Dad's neck. I sat in between my dad's while they got ready and chatted to their team mates. Everyone on the team loved my dad's.

"Kolby love, come on we have to go to our seats before the game starts." After saying goodbye to everyone in the locker room and wishing them luck, Uncle John guided me to our seats that were right behind the LA Kings bench, which was the team my Dad's played on. Both teams started onto the ice and practice for a few minutes before the first puck drop.

Every time one of my dad's got hit into the boards I was on my feet and making sure they were okay. Of course they would get up every time and go right back to playing. By the third period, the Kings were winning and happy as ever. When there was a few minutes left of the game, I got a bad feeling. My Daddy, #7, skated onto the ice and took his place in the center.

My eyes stayed on him as he skated around the ice. As he got back towards the middle of the ice to switch, he slowed and his hand went to his chest. Everything turned to slow motion as I jerked up from my seat and watched him fall slowly to the ice. The arena was silent as the medical team ran out on the ice. As my dad lay on the ice unmoving, his team mates on the bench had to keep my other dad calm. They were holding him back as he screamed my dad's name and tried to get to him.

It felt like hours when it was only seconds that they ran the stretcher on to the ice and put my daddy, who was gasping for air, on the stretcher before rushing him off the ice. Getting to the car and to the hospital was a blur and after finding out the worst thing that could ever happen to me came true, nothing made sense for years after that.