IDIOSYNCRASY // Soccer

Ch. 8

I open the door, to my place. No, Paker's place. Stepping in the house, I frown. I was guessing the house would be booming with drunk voices. But all I heard was silence, were they sleeping? I check my phone, no notifcations. I follow the steps upstairs, where could they be?

One by one, I open each door to the house. But no one was in the house. Did I leave them at the party? I hear my phone blare in my pocket, "Hello?' I answer. All I could hear was pounding music. I take the phone off my ear, and stare at the contact. Parker. I thought he didn't drink? "Hello?" I repeat.

I hang up, and walk out of the room. I had to hurry, what was going on? The familiar house pulls up. I run into the house, and hear shouting. Once I made it inside the house, the sound drowned out. I go out the back door. Following the booming voices, I end up in an alleyway. see Parker standing in the middle of two guys. One was familiar, but I couldn't recognize him yet. Walking closer, I see the face. Bryson, who was he fighting? I know for a fact that he isn't on the team.

"You had to sleep with my girlfriend!" The unfamiliar guy says. Parker was having a hard time holding him back. However, Bryson was standing still. As if he was in shock. Bryson wasn't doing anything. Parker and Bryson just looked at the guy, as if they didn't hear him.

"I didn't know okay, dude?" Bryson pleads. The guy raises his eyebrows, challenging him. Parker holds the guy more, using more force. The guy puts up a fight trying to get to Bryson.

"You didn't know? Thats fucking funny!" The guys laughs. I furrow my eyebrows, what the hell is going on. What was happening? Bryson apparently slept with a girl, who is this dude's supposed girlfriend. But what is going to happen now?

The silver reflected off the moonlight, when I saw it the air flew out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't understand why. The knife gleamed, Parker had stepped back. Parker was now shielding Bryson, he looked like he was going to die for him.

Back in my hometown, this had happened all my life. In alley ways, people pulled out guns and knives at people. It was just the way it was. But now, I still haven't gotten use to it. My old team taught me how to fight. They told me to suck it up, that I would get hurt if I freeze up.

I shake my head of the thought. I shouldn't be thinking of the past. Moving slowly, I make my way behind the guy. Catching the guys attention, I put a finger to my lips. Their stare turned back to the guy, hoping the guy didn't turn back to see what they were previously looking at.

Once I was behind him, I put him in a chokehold, "Surprise!" I say into his ear. "I would suggest you put that knife down, mister." I watch the man slowly put down the knife. Shivering, I look at the glimmering knife one more time.

I release the guy, and he turns back at me. The guy picks up the knife, and I gasp. Again, I kick him in the balls, to distract him. The guy hunches over in pain. I may have hit him in the balls as I do with soccer balls. I wring the hand with the knife back. I was pushing his arm all the way up his back, planning to break his arm.

"You bitch!" He screams at me. I laugh at him before making him hunch over, and I knee him in the stomach. I grab the knife and turn to the farthest wall. I wave the knife in front of his face, before I throw it to the wall meters away. I release him again. Before he could react, my elbow hits his temple, knocking him out cold.

"You guys okay?" I ask. Parker and Bryson looked at me, wide eyed. I shake my head, I couldn't tell them how it was in my hometown. Parker and I get on the other side of Bryson, helping him walk to the car. Bryson was too drunk, he was going to have a horrible hangover tomorrow.

Parker and I throw Bryson in the backseat. "Lets split up, try to find the other guys. Only eight more to go." Parker says. After we go through the door, we part our ways.

The first I place I thought one of them to be is the kitchen. All the booze and food is there. I made my way through the sweaty bodies, which was horrifying. I look around in the kitchen, trying to find one of my teammates. I groan, I found one of them alright. By one, I mean two! Matthew and Chris were standing right next to each other. I could tell they were drunk from across the room.

I pull on both of their arms, and drag them to the door. "Hey! I know you, you're that one girl. I forgot your name." Chris says. I roll my eyes. The faster I get through this, the faster I won't have to listen to their drunk comments. I put Chris and Matthew next to Bryson. "Hey! My man, this girl,I forgot her name." Chris slurs. Bryson notices Chris was there, so he wrapped his arms around him and snoozed off.

I sat in the front of the car, I couldn't find the one person missing. Parker exited the house, carrying the last person. Great, now we could leave. Staring at the window, I try to drown out the sound of nine drunk people in the car,

It took a while before everyone was inside. Shoveling nine drunk guys out of the car and onto the floor is hard. I grab out the medicine out of the cabinet, and place it on the counter. The guys will be looking for it when they wake up.

I lay on the floor, thinking. Not particularly about anything, but just something to relax me. I drift off my thoughts, and go to sleep.

"Just go home," Sam says. I huff and turn my back. The guys had kicked me out, they were hanging out "team only". But I was on their team. They had let me stay for two hours, tops.

But now, it was nighttime. The only thing illuminating the streets was the moonlight. I shiver in fright, jumping back. Something or someone was watching me. I had walked here, but the walk back was around twenty minutes. If I took the shortcut, It would only take ten minutes.

I turn into the alleyway, and feel my insides turn out. I walk faster, trying to increase my pace. I had to get out, I had to get home. My breathing stops, my whole body freezes. Footsteps, not just one person either. Hearing the footsteps immediately made me start running. I hear the footsteps become louder, and more persistent.

My lungs were wheezing of the panic I was feeling. I could hear the sound of the footsteps boom louder. All I could do was run, there was no one here to save me. "Where you going, pretty lady?" I hear a mans voice slur. I widen my eyes and start to bolt away. I hear a laugh, a demonic laugh. It was like he was planning to do something to me.

I scream, only to be muffled. The man had caught up to me. His crusty hands lay on my lips, trying to silence me. "It will all be over soon." The man says. Keeping his hand on my mouth, he leans me against a wall. The tears started to come naturally, I didn't fight them off.

I slap his hand, it was going somewhere no one should ever touch. I scream, no one could hear me. I plead and scream at the man hovering over me. The man takes his hand off my mouth. "Help! Help, I am going to be raped!" I plead. Please, the guys must hear me.

"No one is coming for you, sweets." The guy says. I shiver when he calls me a pet name. I was shaking, shaking so hard I could create an earthquake. I scream again, you could feel the agony and pain.

"Let her go!" I hear someone scream. The man scrambles off me, and takes off running. I drop to my knees, and start screaming and crying. I felt someone try to hug me, and I jump away from them. I hear them mumble sorry, before enclosing me in a hug again.

I cry, I cry into the-man-that-saved-me's shirt. What would have happened if he didn't come? I shudder, causing him to hold onto me tighter. "Im so sorry, I will never let you go again." He says.

After a while of sitting around, we stand up. We head back to Sam's house, and the guys apologize. That was the reason the guys accepted me, if I didn't get attacked by that man. I wouldn't be standing where I am right now.

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A/n

Sorry if I triggered any one of you. Who do you ship? Charlotte and Sam. Charlotte and Parker. Charlotte and Bryson. Bryson and Chris?