Flyers Baby (NHL)

Chapter 16: Fight

I walked into the locker room, packing most of the stuff that I had left around. The season was dying, and the Flyers had a good chance. As for me, I was still as screwed as ever. I was torn, wanting Luke and trying to survive with Adam.

"Ouch." Adam mumbled.

"Sorry." I replied, putting my hands over my face.

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"What is wrong!?" Adam finally yelled, making me jump.

"Nothing is wrong, I just feel like shit." I lied.

"Stop lying, you look better than you do when your sick." Brayden chimed in.

"Shut up Schenn!" I yelled this time.

"Tell the truth!" He yelled back.

"I'm not gonna be here for the rest of the season." I blurted.

"I knew this was gonna fucking happen." Giroux said.

"I know but you guys are doing fantastic ok. You're a fucking dream team. Keep it up, I'll be around next season."

"No, leave for good you can't keep doing this, you're so damn self centred!" Luke said.

"Me!?" I yelled. "Where the fuck have you been, I don't use people for my own personal pleasure dumb fuck."

He stood dumbfounded and he glared at me.

"What the hell do you know?" He quizzed.

"That three fucking girls have called me in the past week asking why my name is in your phone. Drunk as hell by the way. Oh yeah, and 'Luke is so sweet, you seem like a bitch'."

The room had grown silent, and we were inches away from eachother.

"Well maybe if you gave me a chance none of this shit would have happened."

"I gave you plenty of chances. You were to freaking stupid to realise!"

"Then why the hell are you and Adam together?"

"Because he cared when you didn't!"

He stood stupidly, running his hands through his hair as his mouth opened and shut like a fish. Then he had me pinned to the wall, his face millimetres from mine as he kissed me hard.

"I cared, trust me I still fucking do." He growled.

I couldn't say anything, a strangled noise coming from my throat as I fought against his hands and escaped the room, my vision blurry as I raced from the building.

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I had everything packed, my new apartment set up and my phone ringing like crazy as I shoved everything into my car and drove to a new part of town, far enough away from the arena.

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"And the Flyers take the cup." I murmured to myself, turning off the TV and staring at my phone.

I pulled on an oversized sweater, and my baggiest sweat pants as I crawled into bed, my head pounding as I resisted the urge to grab the pain medications and drown myself.

I had done this to myself again, because I hated facing my problems, I only liked running away from them, and once again I was terrified it wasn't going to work.

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"Yeah I heard you!" I mumbled, shoving a hot coffee at an annoying customer.

I only had ten minutes I had to suffer through and then I could go home, and keep to myself.

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"Natasha please just call me back." Adam's voice escaped my phone.

"Nat, I'm always here for you ok."

"I hope you're ok."

I deleted the messages, my world slipping farther into a black hole that I couldn't drag myself out of any longer. The only thing pulling me to reality was the obnoxiously loud banging coming from my front door.

I hauled myself up from the couch, and pulled the door open slowly not really caring to see who was behind it, except for the smouldering, blood shot blue eyes that held my gaze.

"I have missed you so much, I can't fucking sleep and I can't get you out of my head either. It took me three damn weeks to find out where you lived and Brayden has threatened to kill me five damn times for hurting you. God Natasha, I'm in love with you." Luke's shaky voice said.

I couldn't think, I could only try and process what he had just said and I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't. I was frozen and my heart seemed to be shattering again.

"Luke, -" I started, his blue eyes shooting to look at me.

"Please Natasha, I need you." He pleaded.

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The End;

I have decided that the second book is going to be called Torn By The Flyers. Same characters, I hope you guys will enjoy it. Thank you (: