I Hate You, I Love You | Challengers

Two | Not a pleasant Reunion

- Chapter Two

Why was she doing, this? She didn't want this. She didn't want to play.
She had given it up, it wasn't her game anymore. It wasn't her life..

Why... Why... Why?

Was all she could ask herself

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Her mother, Victoria convinced her to play in the Challenger. Well it was more of a forceful convincing, digging into her daughters insecurities, a manipulation tactic..

Her mother knew exactly what to say. To get her daughter to the Challenger.

"just one game, one match. Let's see if the spark is there. And if not, then it's over, no more tennis."

One game, one match..
If the spark isn't there, she can finally say goodbye.. She can finally move on.
So, family set off on their journey.

Sabrina was nervous, she didn't know if she was ready for this...

This morning, they trained. She felt drained.. She hoped that when she did arrive, she could maybe find that  spark... She wasn't trained in tennis anymore, her technique with lacking

She had lost it.. lost a skill.. She looked over at her mother and fiancé who is in a deep conversation, about what's to come. She then, looked at her daughter who was sleeping in the car and smiled. She takes her phone out and gets a text from Patrick

– Partick

own the court, Barbie girl. You're the
Storm make the court your bitch.

She smiled down at her phone, own that court, she repeats those words to herself.. Nate looks at Sabrina.

– Patrick

I believe in you, Bri. You should too.

"Whats got you all smiley?" she bites her lip, and grins... "earth, to Brina"

Hmmm, she responses.. not actually hearing him "youre smiling, just wanted to know why?"

"Tennis" she says, looking at her phone.. she wasn't lying.. but it wasn't the tennis she was exactly smiling that, it was Patrick's words.

Nate looked at her not believing her but doesn't push her, Victoria on the other hand smiles.. Looking out the window, ingoring her fiance glare at her.

Patrick words gave her the confident she needed. The boost..

He believed in her.

Art Donaldson, siting on the sofa watching his matches. He always thought he was good at tennis, and a great tennis player.

That was until, his wife Tashi had him watch his matches to point out all his faults.

"Im pulling you out of the Cincinnati" Tashi said pressing the pause button, running her hands over her face.

"Baby" Art tried to cut in

"Might as well, pull out of the open too. If this isn't gonna be our year then, why bother?"

"I'm just rusty it's a confidence thing"
Art said, trying to persuade her.

"Get your fucking confidence back. I can't do that for you"