Let me Love you (Student/Teacher Relationship)

Chapter 9: Where's your dad?

Lucas has been training us like crazy for this tournament. I think I am a pretty good prize, see if we win; we will get to spend more time together and I think that is what he is thinking.

Its finally Wednesday December 5th- we got our tournament schedule last week; we play Thursday at 9am in Toronto so Lucas and I decided that it was probably best if the team was to drive up Wednesday after practice, then everyone will be well rested and we wont have to worry about traffic in the morning. Lucas decides to cut practice short so we can all go home and finish packing. Lucas and I have already packed and just have to go home to say goodbye and grab our bags.

Once Lucas and i get home I run upstairs grab the last of my things, some sexier clothes that I bought last week just for this special occasion, made sure that I had my extra soccer bag, full of extra cleats, socks, shine pads, shorts, sports bras, goalie gloves and my extra goalie jersey. I hear Lucas come in the door,

"Mr. Smith I'm up here," I yell just trying to be chill, I didn't know if he had his kids or his wife with him, or god, my mother. I quickly start closing my suitcase when I feel hands around my waist,

"Mr. Smith-" he starts to moan and slide his hands up my shirt,

"Mmmmm, I like when you call me that,"

"Mr Smith, we have to get going," I say again trying to push out of his arms. He lets go of me and reaches over on my bed and looks in my second soccer bag,

"Uhm, isn't your soccer stuff in the car already?" he asks looking a tad confused,

"Ya, this is my backup bag, you know in case any of the other girls forget their stuff, or if I lose my bag or forget it at the hotel." He looks at me with a huge smile on his face,

"Your really sexy when you talk all smart like that," he reaches over to grab me again and I slide under his arms and grab my bag. He starts laughing and grabs hold of my suitcase and starts bringing it downstairs. How does a guy like this, like a girl like me? We load my stuff into the back of his car. Once were all loaded his wife and kids come out and give him a hug and a kiss; he looks so sexy when he's with his kids. His wife comes over and gives him a peck on the lips. Oh she makes me mad, she doesn't even look like she cares. We get in the car and we wave as my mother and his wife wave us off as we head into the sunset. OK it wasn't really that romantic we were just so relieved that we could finally talk without worrying about someone hearing us. He asks me about my old boyfriends, so I tell him about Jesse and how he is crazy and how his new girlfriend is just as crazy as him. I told him all about the private school that I went too, and what it was like being at a school with no boys. We were about an hour away from Toronto when he grabbed my hand again and said,

"Amy, where's your dad?" awwe, the question I've been waiting for, for weeks now. I take a deep breath

"Uh, my dad died when I was 14 in a car accident."I roll my shirt up and put his hand across a huge scar that goes from the middle of my stomach to the far side of my stomach,

"We were going to get ice cream after my first game on the competitive soccer team. He always wanted me to play rep but he could never talk me into it. He finally talked me into trying out in the October before the accident, and like he always side, no doubt about it I made the team. It was my first game of the season and we won 5-0. My first shutout ever as a goalie so he decided we needed to celebrate. We started driving home once we got our ice cream and I was sitting in the front seat when a drunk driver drove straight throw a red light. The car hit my side of the car, I got the biggest impact. My dad undid he's seat belt and was trying to pull me out of the car when another car came and hit us from behind-" I start to tear up,

"He flew throw the windshield and died right in front of my eyes. I couldn't remember exactly what happened after that. I was in so much pain that I finally passed out. I had to get a liver and kidney transplant and was on a breathing vent for almost 2 months after the accident. That September of Grade 11 wasn't one of my finer years. I rebelled, blamed myself for my dads death, but why wouldn't I? I cut my mom completely out of my life, she was so hurt and upset she buried herself in work, and it worked out for her, she made partner at the firm that December and ever since I barely see her. But I like it that way, every time I see her I feel like she blames me,"

"Babe, she doesn't blame you, none if it is your fault. Its called a car accident for a reason. Your mom loves you probably more now than she did before. She's seen how her life can change in a blink of an eye, she doesn't blame you." He tells me holding my hand.

We pull into the hotel and Lucas goes in to check in. When he leaves the car I pull the sun visor down and check myself out in the mirror; I am sure I look terrible after the crying fit I had in the car. Lucas comes out and knocks on my window, he motions for me to roll my window down,

"Don't worry about the way you look, you look beautiful. Now come on grab your stuff, our rooms ready." 

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So I hope you liked this chapter, nothing really happened but we got to see more of Amelia's past and more reasoning as to why she left the private school. I cry and cried while reading and writing this chapter. My dad is alive, but he has supported me through my soccer career and has continuely told me I can do way more than what I think, and I just feel like my life would be over if I lost him.

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-Tori