Jaw dropper

Chapter 21: Pity Party

 A/N:  So, I cried while writing this. But anyways.. Chapter is dedicated to @aimeevega6 because she took her time to vote on all my chapters. Readers like you are the people who get me to keep up with my stories, and I love you so much!

 Olivia's POV:

2 weeks later:

       "Sit your ass down and listen to what I have to say," I told them. After sharing a confused and worried glance, my two ex-best friends took seats next to each other on my couch. 

    "Why'd you ask us to come here?"

   "So, if I have to kick you out, then I can act like it's a movie and point dramatically to my front door." Alice and Mason rolled their eyes. I folded my hands together and looked at the faces I knew so well. "As you know, I was recently in an accident." They both nodded, "Well, I might not ever be able to play a sport again."

    Mason gasped, and he reached to hold my hand but thought better of it, not knowing if I'd let him touch me. Alice kept quiet, which was unusual for her, being the very talkative girl she had always been. "Listen, I didn't make you come here so you could sit down and pity me. I wanted you to come here because we were best friends at one point or another and it was good. Both of you were there for me whenever I needed you, and right now is one of those times."

     I looked down, as my eyes started to water, but I held my tears back. After clearing my throat, I looked up again. "Later today, I'm going to the hospital to get a check up. They said that they should be able to tell if it will be permanent or not. The whole team is going to be there, and I- I want you guys there too."

    Alice and Mason linked hands as they stood. "We'll be there," they said together.

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 "You don't have to go," I told him. He scoffed, turning on my bed and facing me. My twin brother faced me, as a small smile rose on his face. "You were the one who was there the most, you don't have to go-"

   "What makes you even consider the fact that I wouldn't be there with you? You are my sister, and I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm going to be right next to you."

     "I don't want to make you upset, we might not ever get to play together again-"

   Jason sighed, taking my hand in his. My eyes welled with tears for the umpteenth time that day. "The only person you are upsetting right now is you, Oli." I sniffed, and Jason pulled me to his chest. "You don't have to be on the field for me to be proud of you. You are so talented, and so weird that it's hard for me not to be proud."

    I chuckled, "You're saying you're proud of my weirdness."

  He smiled, "It runs in the family."

   "Are you ready?" Cole asked, coming up behind me as I looked at myself in my full length mirror. I shook my head, making my pony tail swish back and forth. He wrapped his gentle arms around my waist and hid his face in my neck.

    "I don't think anyone is ready for today, honestly."

    Cole turned me around to face him, and he kissed me. Without any hesitation, he pulled my face to his, and I returned it immediately. I needed something to keep my mind off of the possible results of my test, and this was the best thing to do it.

   I smiled into the kiss, and Cole pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against mine. "No matter what happens, you have everyone by your side. No one is going to let you feel alone in this, because we all are right here. I'm right here."

   So, we finally made our way to the office where everyone would be waiting to learn the results of my last test. The test didn't hurt but the whole time I was shaking with nerves. It was hard to stay in one place the whole time, but I did- just because I was sure that if I even breathed too heavily that everything would be messed up.

    The doctor had brought me into a room with my dad and Jason, reassuring everyone that they would have enough time to hear the results later. The doctor told Dad that he wanted to tell us first, and then explain it in more depth when the whole group was inside the room.

   I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes. I didn't have to open my eyes when two hands took mine in theirs, both of my men on either side of me. I couldn't sit down, despite my shaky knees. Everything was too real, and I barely had time to breath before the doctor started talking.

    "So, as you know, your last checkup we told you that Olivia had been showing more and more signs of her condition being permanent. And the test was right, the effects increased greatly. Your eye sight has only gotten worse, as I know you've noticed, Olivia. Your reading will improve eventually, with lots of therapy. But aside from that-"

    I couldn't take it anymore. The tears were building in my eyes and soon they were falling down my cheeks rapidly. I let go of my brother and father's hands and sprinted out of the room, already knowing the results.

   I ran right past the group of my friends and out into the parking lot. I didn't know where I was going, and the tears were flooding my vision, but I couldn't stand to think about what the doctor was about to reveal. Eventually, my knees got to weak, and I dropped to the ground in the middle of the sidewalk.

    I wanted to pull every single strand of my hair out one by one, it would be less painful. "Fuck!" I yelled as loud as I could. Even though I tried, I knew nothing could have ever prepared me for that moment. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

    Every part of me was shaking.

  I'm not going to get better. My fucking head, is never going to go back to the way it once was. My life has turned upside down, sideways, and back again. I thought I was okay with the fact that I might not ever play again. I just thought that I would be okay with sitting the benches.

   God dammit, who would ever be okay with giving up?

  And I fucking gave up my game. I had no choice but to give up the game that helped me heal when my brother was hurting. I had no choice but to give up the one sport that helped me bond with my best friends, where I made 90% of my memories.

    The sport that helped me get over my mother's passing, and the fact that my dad might leave again.

     Maybe I was just being pathetic. All of this stupid shit. Who was I to cry over one small detail in my life? I'm lucky, I have my dad back and not to mention; my twin brother knows who I am. I have best friends that would travel to hell and back just for me, and I have two more supporters.

    Cole, oh sweet Cole.

  The one person who I thought to go to when I thought my heart was broken beyond repair. He's always been there when Alice wasn't home, or I just needed someone to hang out with. He makes me feel so good about myself, when I'm wearing the shittiest of my outfits.

   He cuddles me when I feel alone, or when I'm sad. And he laughs with me when I have an awkward moment.

    I ran my hands through my hair, trying to find the strength to walk back to the office and face everyone. I didn't need to.

    "Olivia?"

  I ran into his arms, and let him stroke my hair. Cole held me up as I sobbed into his shirt. I had to get over it all eventually, but for now, I think I might just throw myself a pity party.

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So, this took a lot of time to think about. I'm so sorry this chapter took so long, but I really hope I made up for it with this one! The results are revealed and it's all so sad and dramatic.

   I hope you like it, and let me know what you think!

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