Flyers Baby (NHL)

Chapter 11: Pressed

"You bitch." The angry voice made my blood go cold.

I stopped the rhythm of my spinning to stare at the door way, the players looking as well. I was frozen, Blake's broad shoulders filled the only exit.

"You thought I wouldn't find you." He smirked.

He walked closer, his fingertips gently brushing away the hair on my face.

"They know what you did to me Blake, don't act innocent." I said, my voice steady.

His hand tightened in my hair, pulling me. My knee shot up immediately making him double over in pain.

"Play nice." I told him.

"Why should I?" He gasped.

"Because this time I will fight back." I replied.

He glared at me as he straightened, I crossed my arms and glared back.

"Come on, we have to go home." He said.

"I am home."

"You know you don't like it here." He laughed.

"The thing is, I do. People actually respect me here." I said.

"You don't deserve respect, you're a slut." He said.

"Actually, not true. You got me drunk and took advantage of me." I recalled. "Then you got drunk and held me down. You've ruined me."

"Over exaggerating." He scoffed.

"She flipped me when I tried to hug her." Brayden backed me up.

Luke, Tye and Adam nodded.

"Just leave, and never talk to me again." I sighed, raising a brow.

"I feel bad for anyone who ends up with you." Blake said, backing up and slamming the door closed.

I collapsed into the chair, taking a deep breath and running my hands through my hair.

"Are you ok?" Brayden asked.

"Would you be ok?" I spit out harshly.

His face fell and his mouth opened.

"I'm irritated. Want something from Starbucks? Or McDonalds. I'm hungry, I need fresh air." I started to ramble, running from the room.

Luke POV

Natasha started to ramble about coffee, then ran from the room the door slamming behind her as she left.

"What the hell was that?" Tye laughed.

"She's confusing as hell." Adam nodded.

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"I brought food. Guys like doughnuts right? And they drink coffee too right?" Natasha said, dumping stuff onto the table. "I bought candy."

She smiled sheepishly and tossed a bag at Brayden.

"Sweet." He smiled.

"Don't hate me." She smiled.

"You brought candy, we're cool." He laughed.

She tossed her cup into the garbage and grabbed her stick, playing with a ball she had found, shooting it into the net on the other side of the room.

"Bottom right corner." Tye said, tossing the ball back at her.

She did as told, the flick of her wrist sending the ball flying.

"Top left." I told her.

Once again it hit perfectly.

"You guys know I can do this." She laughed.

"So Tash, you gonna tell us why you disappeared?" Tye asked, taking away the stick and wrapping an arm around her waist.

She was quick, taking his arm and pressing him to the floor in seconds.

"Don't do that." She growled, then pulled him up.

"Got it." He squeaked.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." She said, stepping aside and sinking to the floor.

"Anyways, explain."

"I got confused, for once in my life I felt like someone had cared about me again. I was scared, and I ran. Overdosed, tried to commit suicide, everything. I sank low enough to let someone disrespect me to the point where I felt like shit. I lost the two people I cared most about in my life, my dad is an alcoholic and my mom doesn't approve of her little girl being a hockey, baseball, football player. I wasn't good enough, and when someone treated me like I was I fought against it. I'm broken, completely broken." She whispered, her voice hard to understand.

"Don't do that ever again ok?" Tye said, grabbing each side of her face.

She nodded, then tried to move away from his grasp.

"Tye let go." I said.

His hands dropped and she shuddered.

"You know the worst part of it all?" She laughed. "I just want to be able to trust someone again. Something as simple as someone touching me sends me over the edge, I can't stand it."