Tadgh Lynch #4

Daydream

Aliyah's POV - Flashback 2 years ago

I spat out my mouth guard viciously, my hockey stick in one hand and the other cradling my nose, blood seeped out of it, surely it was broken.

"What is God's name is fucking wrong with ya?!" I snarled at the bitch, I had quite the rivalry with this one, Tamara sanders.

At first I thought it was all fun in games until she started to have a go at me during each games we versed each other, I never knew why she would aim for me, until I found out my brother rejected her and she couldn't take it.

Now that's some pussy shite right there.

"You, Cunt!" She roared in my face, slamming her stick in my ribs, to which I groaned at, there were many boos and cheers from each sides of the turf.

"Oi! Ref! Do something will ya?!" I shouted at the man, he didn't seem to give one shite.

That's the one thing I hate about refs that come from the other team, they pretend that they didn't see shite.

There was no scouts or anything watching this game so I thought 'fuck it.' And with that I swung my stick in the back of her legs resulting in her doubling over.

I struggled to get up but I managed to just in time for her hand to narrowly miss my cheek.

I gripped her wrist, not letting her escape from me, she twisted and pulled in my hold.

I dug my nails into her wrist as she cried out in agony.

I then pulled her whole hand back so she would get on her knees to try and find a way to get out of it.

"Fuck with me again bitch, and this won't be the last time." I spat out.

Suddenly, a few of my teammates dragged me away from Tamara.

Reluctantly, I let go of her and cheers erupted around us.

I hear my mother's stern voice, I groan internally, knowing what is about to come my way.

"Aliyah! What was that out there?!" She snapped in my face and gripped my jaw harshfully.

"Ma, plea-" I started, but she wasn't having it, "No! We aren't going anywhere till ya tell me!"

A single lonely tear dropped down the side of my face, a flash of guilt came across her face and left just as quick as it came.

"We will talk later." She said, then looked at me, expecting an answer, to which I croaked out, "Yes, Ma." She nodded in approval.

She then made her way to the car with my gear bag, I guess she didn't really care that I still had shite to put in it.

I turned my head back round to find my twin, Aiden. He was a rugby player just like Johnny.

Aiden came close to me and he lifted my hockey shirt a little, looking closely at my stomach.

He gasped, I held back more tears.

I was black and blue.

From the corner of my eye I see the Kavanagh's standing close by with there mouths slightly open.

I pressed my lips into a thin line, holding in all my emotions.

"Aliyah! Helloo?! You there!" Someone exclaimed, I looked around me but I couldn't see anyone calling for me, until...

Flashback ended

"Were ya having a daydream again? I honestly thought ya were brain dead for a moment." Tadgh had been the one to pull me out of my thoughts.

I look at him through my lashes as I was resting my head on my arms on a desk.

"What?" I said as he stared at me. "What were ya dreaming about?" He asked.

Sighing, I told him, "I was kind of having a flashback from when I played hockey." I told him, confusion was ridden across his face, "ice?" "No ya Fucken eejit! Field, I don't know anyone who plays ice hockey!" I snapped at him.

I soften my features as he looked taken back from my sudden snap, "sorry, I just miss playing it." He nods in understanding.

"Why'd ya stop?" He asks, "my ma wanted me to pursue modelling since she never got the chance as a kid." I reply.

"So you're basically a rag doll?" He said trying to confirm, I nod.

"I guess life just isn't what you expect." I say sighing deeply, Tadgh shakes his head, "you should be able to do what you want, Ali. This is about you, not her." He says, "not in her eyes."

"Wait, did I sleep through the entire class? Is it lunch already?" I ask, only just realising now where I was. "Yeah, you're pretty- I mean- you're a pretty hard sleeper." He shuts his eyes and squeezes his lips together.

"Shit sorry, didn't mean for it to come out like that, I didn't mean that you're not pretty, you are but. I'm just going to stop talking." He finishes off.

I start to laugh, taking the tension off him, his lips turn into a slight smile.

"Anyways, I've got hurling practice, I'll see ya later Ali!" He says looking at the time, to which he then widened his eyes and said 'shit', I giggled as he ran out the door.

I packed away everything and slung my bag over one shoulder, as I walked out of the classroom, I see Michael holland, apparently he has a bad reputation, I didn't care to ask anyways.

He stalks up to me in long strides before he says to me, "Hey, I think you're really hot, wanna go out on a date?" He said trying to get me to say yes.

"No."

His face scrunches up as he hears my response, "sorry that came too forward, I meant no, thanks I'm not interested in anything like that." I tried to clarify, until his hand gripped my jaw, the same way my ma did.

"You will go with me." He said sternly, I struggled in his grip, desperately trying to find a way out.

"Let me go! I'm sorry I don't want to go out with you." I seethed through my teeth, wanting something to get him off me.

Suddenly a force comes slamming at my cheek.

Did he just slap me?!

A/N

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