Challenging 5 || Ollie Lynch

That's when I saw it

*Ami's pov*

"I need my good luck kiss." Ollie shouts running towards me on the stands.
"You'll do great." I smile and give him a quick peck on the lips.
"See you soon, baby." He blows a kiss back at me and jogs to his position on the pitch. I smile to myself whilst watching him shine on the pitch. He really was talented.

"Oh hey, Alana." I smile at her as she hooks her arm through mine and we begin walking around the stands at half-time.
"Hey babe, I forgot you were coming." She nudges me with her hip. "Where's all your friends?" She asks, waving her fingers in my face but then starts giggling.
"They all have different things going on right now." I reply, pulling her fingers out of my hair. "I mean Ella and Aidan aren't on a good path right now. She thought that he was ly-"
"Oh cool." She draws me to a halt clearly not hearing a word I said. "Can you buy me a hotdog? Wait maybe some popcorn as well, do you think they sell candyfloss here?"
I just stare at her and so many questions run through my head at lightning speed. "Alana-" I pull her into an alleyway nearby. "Not to encroach on your personal business but are you pregnant?" I whisper and immediately blush as she starts laughing in my face.
"No you fucker, I'm just high as a kite." She squeezes my cheeks and then giggles once again. "Wait do kites even go high? What if Einstein said that just as a joke but kites actually fly low? See Am, I'm a fucking genius, Oxford should hire me."
"Okay, okay. Hold your damn horses, I'll get you a hotdog." I shake my head at the redhead staring back at me with ever so slightly closed eyes. "Why did you even get high at a football game?"
"Because I was sad." She starts running to the stand, pulling me with her.
"Wait, why were you sad?"
"Parent problems like always. Now shut up and buy me a hotdog."

My eyes widen and I stare in awe as I see my boyfriend whizzing past all of his opponents like nothing before. His number 5 jersey flies in the wind as he effortlessly dribbles the ball past all the players marking him.
"Ami, long time no see. Oh, that reminds me, we need to talk." Just that voice alone sent all of my hairs standing up in total fear. My blood runs cold and I force myself to turn around and look at the man in front of me.
"What do you want?" I squeak out, all my confidence going down the drain. No matter how old I get, I will always be scared of this creature. I look over his broad shoulders and try spot Alana who I see running to one of the portable toilets down the other side of the huge pitch.
"That's not how you speak to me, woman." Declan Holland spits out at me with a certain edge to his voice. Over time, he had only managed to get taller and it made me even more uneasy.
"Can you please leave me alone?" I raise my voice so anyone listening could hear and maybe help me.
"No one can hear you, they are all too focused on the game." He sneers at me, the side of his lip turning upwards.
"What do you want?"
"To talk to you, you little slut." I didn't even get to move away from him before he grabs my wrist and digs his nails into my flesh, pulling me away from my seat.
"Leave me alone!" I scream at him, trying and failing miserably to yank my hand back.
"No, you will get what's coming for you. If you wanted to be a fucking slag then you will get slagged yourself." He roars in my ears so loud that I visibly shrink next to him.
"I said leave me alone dammit!" I squirm, fear coursing through me as I genuinely fear for my life.
"You only get what's coming for you, Amilie Carter." He yanks me so hard I stumble in front of him. This earned me a yank of my hair. I didn't know why nobody was helping me until I heard everyone screaming and shouting down at the pitch below us. And that's when I turned and saw it.

I was frozen on the spot for a good three seconds before my fight or flight instincts immediately kicked in. Declan got knocked a bit forward by someone behind him making him loosen his grip on my wrist. I took that as an opportunity to shove him with all my might and run through the gate that led to the pitch.
"Ma'am, you need to leave the premises. Ma'am!" I drain out the securities wishes and that's when I got a good look at him. My Ollie was lying in a heap on the floor on his back completely out of it. His eyes were slammed shut and his head tilted to the side in an abnormal position. Blood was weeping out of his left leg quickly leaving a nasty wound. The air swept clean out of my lungs as I hobbled forward towards the medical team surrounding him.
"Ollie!" I scream making a beeline for him. "Ollie!" Tears stream down my face at lighting speed and I felt as if I was being somehow weighed down. "Ollie!" My head starts banging. "Ollie!" I couldn't breathe properly. "Ollie!" I sob. "Ollie!" I couldn't even reach him as arms suddenly wrap around my waist picking me up and taking me away from him. "Get the fuck off me! If you actually fucking touch me I will actually fucking hit you!" I cry, squirming away.
"It's okay, he will be okay." A medic stands in front of me, blocking my view of my boyfriend.
"How do you know that? I need to see him!" I try to dodge the arms that hold me back but it was no use.
"Ma'am you need to calm down or we can't help him."
"But I need to see him!"
"What he needs is an ambulance."
"You don't fucking understand. Do you not speak english or something? I need to see him. He can't afford to be hurt." I shake my head, pushing at the medic.
"That's why he needs our help to get better."
"He's mine." I give up and collapse on the floor sobbing. "He promised me that he will always be mine and I will always be his." My head pounds and I try to catch my breath.