Flyers Baby (NHL)

Chapter 8: Confession

The sky had decided to open up, giant snow flakes falling from the sky the wind picking up as well. I curled more on the bench, pulling the sweater over my knees. I climbed into the Dodge Ram as Luke pulled up.

I stayed quiet, only blasting the heat and then putting the seat warmer on while making myself as small as I possibly could. My head had started to hurt, and I couldn't look at Luke.

"I'm not mad at you." He said quietly.

"You should be." I replied. "I screw up everything."

"No, come on that was so stupid." He laughed.

"Now you're laughing at me." I said, shocked and slightly angered.

He pulled into the hotel and I got out before he could fully stop the car. I slammed the door closed and took the stairs, taking deep breaths to calm my sudden anger. The door barely had time to realize the key card before I opened it.

"I didn't mean to laugh at you." Luke said from behind me.

"Shove it Schenn." I said quickly, grabbing shorts and a t-shirt.

"You're being ridiculous." He said, voice straining.

"Tell me something I don't know." I replied.

"Can I talk?" He asked, blocking my path.

"Talk about what? Are you gonna finally tell me that I'm a horrible person?" I asked.

The door clicked, Brayden and Adam walked in confusion written on their faces.

"You're not a horrible person!" Luke practically yelled.

"Yes I am! I killed my sister Luke! She is dead, so is the guy that I gave everything to! THEY ARE BOTH DEAD AND I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR IT!" I yelled, my brush that had been in my hand flying towards him.

He ducked in time, all three guys shocked by my sudden confession. I shoved everything into my bag, then headed for the door.

"Natasha."

"No, don't. I do not need anyone else's pity." I spit out. "And don't expect me to be around. I'm moving again."

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A/N

Super short, but I like this twist. Comment? Vote? Read?

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