The Hot Hockey Player

Chapter 43 - Madeline 🌸

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"Oh, where are my manners" Isabella says in a false alarmed tone. She isn't the least bit alarmed. "Maybe you'd like a chair ? Or a sofa ? Oops, nothing here but us."

She's way too overjoyed with the situation. This can't be happening. I can't be trapped here. By Isabella of all people. We're not in a cheap horror movie. I can't let that happen.

"What the hell are you doing right now ?" I ask through clenched teeth.

Being judged by her ? I can deal with it.

Being humiliated every freaking time I've seen her ? I would have deal with it and I will if need be.

But her, physically attacking me ? Putting her hands on me ? I'm not letting this go.

"I'm calling the police." I say in a sharp voice, while reaching for my phone in my back pocket. My fingers barely brush the screen before she snatches it from me and literally slams it on the floor. The crack of shattered glass is enough to let me know my phone might just died and with it, every ounce of hope I had. 

My mouth hangs open from the shock and I have a hard time recovering from what just happened. The material aspect of it is upsetting me but it lasts ten seconds. 

Now, I'm alone. Really and utterly alone. And I'm vaguely aware of how deep in shit I am.

I don't have no one to call.

There's no one left.

And I'm standing face to face with a psychopath. 

Because, until then I could tell she was crazy. But what she's doing right now is just more than that. And I know this isn't only intimidation. This is a calculated move. She's not just trying to scare me, she wants to asserts her dominance over me. Show me I should be afraid.

And truth is, I am. I can act strong all I want, if she decides to do something, I'm hopeless.

"You're fucking insane !" I scream, both out of fear and anger — through fear is clearly taking over.

She doesn't even look at me nor flinch at my tone but she hums, looking at her nails, inspecting them as if she's going to find something in them. As if she doesn't care at all. Like I don't even exist. "Well... you didn't listen to me, did you now ?"

"Listen to you about what ?" I manage, trying to calm down the tremor in my voice.

She tits her head, her expression clouded by a shadow. "About Jude you little slut. About keeping your hands off of him." 

Jude's name seems to have woken up something inside her. She just turned full psycho — more than before. She crosses the locker room in two strides, grabs a fistful of my hair and slaps me across the face once. Hard. 

The sting forces tears to my eyes, but I'm trying hard to keep them in. My pain seems to calm her down as she steps back, a mocking laugh slipping from her lips. She took me by surprise. I didn't thought she would be so angry by the sole mention of Jude.

Approaching him ? Obviously I'm going to approach him ! He's my boyfriend and she needs to put that in her fucking little head. But I'm rational and logical. I'm not going to tell her that. Though I'm not going to play along with her either. So I stay silent, shooting her a sharp glare, already aware that this isn't going to change anything, but at least it will give me some consistence to deal with the situation. And that only seems to make her angrier.