Beautiful Goodbye

Chapter 11: History Repeats Itself

So I promised an update when I get to +/- 2000 reads. And here it is! :) I've been quite busy then lazy lately, so this might not be the longest chapter. But I hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 11 History Repeats Itself    

I'm lucky that I was one of those few who didn't have to wait too long to find their passion. I'm a sports dude. When I kicked my first soccer ball, my whole being just knew that I was gonna do it as long as my legs are willing.   

My dad is a numbers man. He works at a bank. When I think how boring he's job must be, he loves it and oftentimes tells me how much he enjoys it. My mom was a teacher. But ever since she had me, she gave up teaching and chose to take care of me full time. And only when she thought I was old enough to fare when she got back to teaching. They were the perfect parents until the time when my mom wanted a divorce. It crept up like a mouse. From my point of view, they were still as in love. But I was wrong. I was shattered when I heard the news. And I couldn't accept it. Selfish of me, yes.   

But my parents never went through the divorce. My dad died before signings could occur. I've always thought he died of a broken heart.   

I appreciate that my parents never forced me to be a banker or a teacher. I'm guessing, just like me, when they saw me kick my first soccer ball, they knew I was destined to be a soccer player. I may not be a David Beckham. But I'm deserving enough to be team captain from high school to college soccer. And if I continue to play good, I may continue the streak until professional soccer.  

Unfortunately I might be losing that streak cause right now I suck.   

My biggest weakness as a player is that I'm easily distracted. And Cassandra is the perfect distraction. I can't believe how badly things ended between us last night.   

I've thought about my next step. I'm trying. I will do all that I can to patch us up again. I don't know exactly where I'm going with this. But after last night, I'm sure that I want her in my life again. I just gotten used to her and there's no other life I can envision.   

I just hope that's how she feels too.  

I really should get my head back in the game.   

Just as I was about to search where the ball has been passed to, it comes swishing rapidly towards me. Too distracted to notice it before. I was too late to position myself before it catapulted right to my nose. The impact was too strong that I stumbled backwards and fell to the floor with a loud thump. Oh shit, I hope my spine's not damaged. But I can't concentrate much on being possibly crippled because an intense pain made it's way to my nose. I clutched it and I cried out. Ow, ow, bad idea. I think it's broken.  

My teammates huddled in front of me, chorusing "Are you okay?" This went on until Coach broke them apart.   

"Get away from the boy!" Coach demanded. Everyone dispersed immediately.  

I thought Coach was gonna help me up, but instead just loomed above me. "Turner, one week suspension", he simply said.   

"But-" I tried to salvage the situation.  

"I've given you notice, Turner", he reprimanded and then I knew there was nothing else I can say to take back the suspension. "Now get up and get yourself to a hospital."  

I nodded my head, offering no words of protest. There's really no argument.   

My nose was throbbing and bleeding. It is probably broken. A teammate, Holden, offered to drive me to the hospital. I'm glad he didn't try to symphatise with me. I was left to my own thoughts the whole car ride to the hospital. I briefly wondered who kicked the ball straight up to my nose.