Okay so let me catch you up on what happened at the football game. Ashley's team was winning, Mrs. Walker kinda fell, Ashley yelled mom, one of the, ahem, crazy redneck cousins tackled her knocking her out, and now we're all sitting in the waiting room.
For the record, I hate hospitals. Like wish all the flames of hell fuelling my hatred.
I yawn and put my head on Rikki's shoulder, his grip tightens around my hand.
"Bee?" He asks.
"Yeah?" I answer.
"Still hate hospitals?" Rikki asks and I smile.
"Yep." I say and he starts to twists my ring on my finger.
Ashley's bitch cousin sits across from me and is flipping through a fashion magazine. I shift when she looks up at Rikki. Bitch kinda smiles at him and I glare at her. Rikki is my husband, he is mine. That means bitch doesn't look at him or they'll never find her fucking body. I mean she is kinda pretty but she's a fucking snake. But Christy is like a million times prettier than me.
Fucking bitch. Fucking bitch, whore, cunt, slut.
I've killed Christy four times in my head when I hear my husband laugh. Rikki kisses my knuckles and I turn to face him. He smiles and kisses my nose.
"Stop it, baby." Rikki says quietly. "I love you."
"I love you so much." I say and kiss his lips.
"Promise me that you won't meet some Greek God and forget about me?" He asks and I kiss his lips again.
"It's kinda hard to pick up a guy when all you talk about is how much you miss your husband." I say and he smiles.
"Good." Rikki says and kisses my cheek.
I put my head back on Rikki's shoulder and close my eyes. I feel myself start to drift off to sleep and I hear my husband laugh.
"Going to sleep, baby girl?" Rikki wonders.
"No." I mumble sleepily and he laughs again.
"Okay, sweet dreams, baby girl." He tells me as I get closer and closer to sleep.
CC, James, and I had just skated on to the ice. I remember this day pretty vividly, it was the first week of March 1978, state championships and the final game. It's the last period.
James takes the face off and CC and I flank him. We win the face off and CC gets the puck, he skates towards the net as fast as he can. He almost makes it to the goal when two players from the Devils team slam him into the boards. My twin brother collapses to the ice and something inside me jerks.
That's my twin. No one touches my twin brother, or they're gonna need a headstone and I'm gonna need bail money.
I skate over as fast as I can, on my way there I drop my stick in my gloves. I start to rip the guys away from my brother and James skates up beside me. Referees push us all away and CC groans.
"Am I dead?" He asks. "Is this heaven? With this many Devils I must be in hell."
My twin brother had a concussion and had to be rushed to the hospital. We won the game though but it wasn't the same as winning with my brother. We've always been stronger together.
The scene changes to a rugby pitch and I recognize this scene to. It's April of '78 and its rugby state championships. I know that we win state this year but I also know that something bad happens.
I'm put on eight for the last five minutes of the game. I get the ball off the scrum and run as fast as I can to the try line. I'm pretty fast and hard to check but one girl catches my leg as I place the ball on the line. Something in my knee snaps and I bite down on my tongue to keep myself from screaming. This fucking hurts!
I'm carried off the field and CC runs down from the bleachers.
"I told you a million times, asshole. You're too tall to play eight man." CC scolds me as we ride in the ambulance towards the hospital.
"I'm too fast just be to a lock my whole life, Bruce." I said and he sighs.
"Let's just worry about that knee for right now. Trainer says it could be serious." He says and I can hear the worry in his voice.
No matter what it was CC has always been two steps behind me. Even when we were on opposite sides of the country he was always there for me. CC has always checked up on me and I've always checked up on him. Twins have a different relationship than most siblings, they're closer.
I open my eyes again and Rikki squeezes my hand.
"You all right?" He asks me and I nod.
"I'm always all right." I say quietly and he kisses my cheek.
"You know every time you say that I don't believe you at all, right?" Rikki asks and I smile.
"Just pretend then." I say and kiss his cheek.
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