Flyers Baby (NHL)

Chapter 9: Regret

Luke POV

She stormed out, bag over her shoulder and tears trying to spill out of her eyes. Her words hung in the air, and I couldn't process what had just happened.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" Brayden asked.

"It wasn't me dumbass." I spit back, running my hands through my hair. "I have no idea what just happened."

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Three Months Later

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Natasha POV

This was insane two months straight of no wins, three months that I ripped my own heart out and walked away from the one thing that made me happy. Three moves, eight jobs, and my seventeenth sleepless night this month. So once again, I overdose to have all my problems leave me just for those few blissful hours of complete blackness, praying I wouldn't wake up.

The only problem in my plan was, that it landed me back in the Philly airport, bound for the arena, jersey on, hair tied back.

It was the home opener, first game of the real season. The arena was on fire, and I blended well with the crowd while I played with the phone in my hands finally getting up the nerve to send the message.

Me (Group Message)

-Good luck Schenners, I'll be watching. Play hard.

I took my seat, and sank down allowing the roars to cover me as the guys came out onto the ice. The brothers stood side by side, unaware that I was right behind them and I wanted so bad for one of them to turn around, instead I whistled along with others and settled in to watch the game.

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The line rang, then picked up Brayden's deep voice filling the other side.

"Nice shot B." I said.

"Natasha?" He asked.

"Mhm, watch your wrist ok."

"Yeah, are you here? Tash where are you?"

"Don't worry ok? Just play."

Then I hung up, slipping my phone in my pocket and waiting for the guys to come back on the ice.

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I waited, then walked the back way to the exit hoping everyone had left and that I wouldn't be spotted. I grabbed my skates and tied them, slowly going in circles around the arena.

Before I knew what was happening I was scooped, and tossed over a shoulder and minutes later put on my feet. My fist swung from my side, connecting with Adam's lip.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" I growled, heading for the door.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Brayden's voice made me freeze.

"Are you high?" Luke's asked.

My hand dug in my pocket and I tossed the pill bottle at him.

"No, but I should be." I said, pushing through the door.

"You're not getting off that easily Natasha, three damn months!" Brayden yelled.

"Morphine?" Luke said.

"I know, I shouldn't have came back ok?" I said.

My hands shook and I sank against the door, I could see Adam take a step towards me.

"Please don't, I know I made a mistake. I know what I said and I know none of you have forgotten." I whispered, my voice cracking. "I shouldn't have come back, I sure of hell shouldn't have put on my skates and pretended everything would be ok."

I turned slowly, running my hands over my face before letting out a big breath.

"I've been over dosing for the past three months, I haven't slept in now eighteen days and I murdered myself by walking out of that damn hotel room. I've had more jobs than ever and I've moved three times, and my head is in over drive all the damn time." I rambled, untying my skates. "I've almost died four fucking times and it hasn't worked."

They just stared.

"And I swear I could put my hand through a damn wall. It always feels like I've just run a marathon, and I'm constantly crying. It doesn't stop!"

I tossed my skates, then swiped at my eyes, searching my pockets and not finding what I needed. The pills still in Luke's hands.

"No." He stated firmly.

"Give them." I said.

"No, this is bullshit!" He said.

I flinched as he got closer.

"Don't do it." I almost yelled, cringing into the wall.

He froze, his eyes searching my face.

"I wasn't going to do anything." He said.

"Did someone hurt you?" Brayden and Adam asked.

"Just stay away." I whispered, crossing my arms the sweater crawling up my arms.

Adam pulled my sweater up, the angry bruises and cuts exposed on my now pale skin, his finger tips tracing them.

"Who did this?" He growled.

"The cuts were me, the bruises were someone else." I stated.

He placed his hand on one, the print matching perfectly.

"He beat you." He stated.

I nodded, pulling the sweater back into place and stepping back.

"I should be dead." I murmured.

"You're coming home with me." Luke stated.

"I'm going home." I replied.

"Natasha Clark no, not without someone." Brayden said.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. He only hits me when he's drunk." I said.

"When do you fly back home?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"We are coming, we have the day off." Adam said. "And you're eating something, you're a freaking twig."

I groaned and put my head in my hands, a arm wrapped my shoulders and I sighed.

"Fine."