Slightly Destroyed

chapter 29.

(edited)

Yesterday after our little adventure, it got me thinking, which isn't really a good thing. The night before Ryder's death, two days before our birthday. We had this huge argument. He wanted me to come to his hockey tryouts the day of his death. I denied saying I had to study.

"Hey bec" The connecting door slams shut as I turn around to see my twin brother step through.

"What do I owe you? Money?" I ask.

"No you don't owe me anything" an amused smile on his lips.

"Fine then why must you be in my room?" I ask, he takes a seat on my bed beside my desk that I was currently sitting at.

"I'm here to ask if you wanna come to my hockey tryouts tomorrow, after school"

I shake my head "I can't, I have a project and I need to study"

He sighs "be a rebel for once in your life and fail a test"

"I'm not gonna fail a test"

"Bec this is important to me" he begs, I shake my head again.

"My grades are important to me, you of all people should know that"

"Yea because you and Grayson care about grades"

I roll my eyes "please, this is the last step before Grayson and I get drafted into the NHL"

I laugh "that's an unrealistic dream"

"I can't believe you right now" he gets up.

"What do you mean?"

"I go to every cheer competition, I support you but the one time I ask you to support me you don't back me up"

"Ryder I do support you!" we were both now getting up, yelling.

"Then come to my tryouts" he shrugs.

"I won't"

"Your unbelievable Rebecca"

"I'm unbelievable. You are, you should know my grades come before everything else"

"God it's just one tryout. You can study on the benches!" he was using his hands,he's mad.

"I won't go" I sit back down at my desk. He steps towards my main door, not our connecting one.

"I thought twins were suppose to be there for each other,support each other" he grips the doorknob.

"I guess I was wrong" he huffs and pulls the door open, steps out and slams it shut. I jump back as he does so.

Now Ryder and I did make up but we were just awkward, I didn't go to his tryouts because I'm obviously alive.

Adam keeps reminding me that if I was in that car I probably would be dead too. I knew the day he died, he and I weren't fighting anymore but I still felt bad that I was busy studying when he had hockey tryouts.

Now I was sitting at a place I thought I'd never come back to. The Rec centre, which holds the ice. Which means I'm watching hockey.

Odd I know, actually very odd. My butt was freezing as I did homework. I was waiting on Nick to finish lacrosse.

I don't miss the cold of the ice rink but I do miss watching and cheering on Ryder and Grayson's team.