Silent Love [Watty Awards 2013 Finalist]

Chapter 13

I stood there staring at him. What did he just say? Is he for real?

I was confused, he had hurt me before. It wouldn’t be the first time he was playing with my emotions. Two years ago, he almost got me to dance dirty with him. I couldn’t play this game again.

And just like that, I felt myself slipping again. The darkness closing in and water rushing in around me.

“Taylor! Are you alright?”

“Taylor!”

I faintly heard my name but the blackness was closing in on me.

“Taylor, are you okay?” The voiced asked.

I turned away from the voice. He didn’t know that he had completely destroyed me. He didn’t understand.

 “Taylor, look at me,” he pleaded.

I couldn’t look, I wasn’t ready. He dates me for two weeks, blurts out the three most important words to any girl, and he wants me to accept it? No.

I mean I had accepted him back as my boyfriend again, but to use those same words again—the same fashion—it was too much.

I looked up at him, and shook my head. I wasn’t accepting his terms of endearment. This would be the last time Shawn grabbed ahold me, of my life.

I turned around, and walked away from him, leaving my past in the past. After all, I did say I was living for me.

. . .

“Warm-up!” The soccer coach shouted at us.

We all took off, running around the field for our warm up laps. I had joined to soccer team, and lucky for me, they were the Monday following my last dance ever.

“Okay girls, drills.” Coach said to us.

We all lined up on the field and did basic passing and defending exercises, just practicing for the scrimmage game which would tell us our spots on the team, if we did even make it.

“Ok, Lewis, you’re playing center forward. Price, you play goalie instead. Everyone else, stick to your old positions, I want to see how Taylor here fits in.”

Coach blew the whistle and the scrimmage game started. I passed the ball to the girl on my right, and ran up the field, waiting and ready for the ball to come to me.

Megan, at least I think that’s her name, passed me the ball, and I took off towards the goal.

“Taylor, pass it!” Noelle called. Gosh, I hated her. Little Brooke follower. But I passed it to her, but then she got tackled by one of the players on the other team.

Ha! You suck Noelle! I bet that won’t look good.

Megan got the ball back and dribbled it down the field, coming closer to me. She signaled, and passed it to me.

I got the ball, dribbled down a little further and kicked it up. I watched it fall, and timed my jump. I leaped into the air, fake left, jump right, keep the ball in sight. Step right, aim high, and watch that ball fly.

I repeated the little saying in my head again, as I landed, watching the ball go right over Brooke’s head into the upper right corner of the goal.

My team ran up to me with ‘congratulations’, and ‘how’d you do that?’ I was smiling, the feeling euphoric, that I had followed my heart.

“Great job Taylor,” Coach said. “Welcome to the team.”

The whole team applauded, and clapped me on the back.

 “I believe I have found my new striker everyone,” Coach beamed.

Her words struck a chord with me, causing me to remember the words I had written not so long ago.

I smiled at the thought with the biggest smile I had, probably looking goofy as ever.

“Alright girls, you can go home.”

I didn’t waste a second longer; I could wait to get home. In all my haste though, I wasn’t looking where I was going, and I bumped into a tree.

“Are you alright?”

Wait a minute! Trees don’t talk!

“Hello? Please don’t tell me you blacked out again!” He said, exasperated.

No! Not him. Anybody but him!

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