Broken Bats (MLB)

Chapter 12: Confession

The kiddies had left and I sunk down the wall, putting my face in my hands and groaning.

"My own cousins hate me because they thought that I hated him!" I said exasperated.

I could feel the whole clubhouse stare at me.

"My own damn family because everyone fell in love with Brett Lawrie! Which by the way everyone said was way out of my league." I huffed.

"What?" JP laughed.

"Yup, the kids birthday everyone shunned me cause they knew about that fight, even my aunt told me that he would cheat on me because I'm not 'good enough'." I scoffed. A few of the guys looked dumbfounded and I shrugged, "Whatever. They were all right."

I stood, finger waved and walked out of the room and climbed into my car, the note displayed on my steering wheel with Brett's blocky printing.

Anna, come to our house. Wear the stuff that's on the passengers seat, don't argue, just come. Please, one last shot I swear.

-Brett

I half smirked, then drove to the place swiping the stuff from the passengers seat and walking up to the door to knock, before I had my hand up it swung open.

"I just figured I'd change here?" I asked.

"You know where to go." He smiled, waving me upstairs.

The room was the same, the sheets tossed back, the pictures hanging and more smashed on the floor.

I quickly changed into the Avengers boxers that he and I always used to fight over, then my favourite sweater that hung well past the middle of my thighs, wiping off my make up and tossing my hair into a pony tail I clambered back down the stairs.

"Drink this or else, you won't be able to carry on throughout the house." Brett smirked, handing me a beer can.

I raised a brow, "Deal."

I took the can and tipped my head back, draining it and giving it back to him, hiccuping which caused him to burst into laughter.

"Shut up Lawrie." I laughed, grabbing a pillow that was on the counter and whacking him with it.

He only laughed harder and chased me around the table, hitting me with his own pillow before tackling me to the spare bed he had dragged into the living room, his hands ready to tickle me at any second.

"I'll give you ten seconds to hide." He smiled, rocking back on his heels and closing his eyes.

"Are you serious?" I laughed.

"One, two.."

I jumped up and bolted, slipping silently into the laundry room and closing the door like before, climbing into the laundry tub and balancing, holding my breath.

"Here I come!" He called out and I clamped my hand over my mouth.

I could hear his feet padding down the hall and his shadow pass the door, I couldn't breathe and then the handle turned and I made no noise, my lungs burning as his hand reached for the light switch.

"Boo." He whispered, jumping into the room. "Your turn to count."

I laughed and used him as leverage to get out, stretching my legs, "Imma find you." I smirked.

"You hope." He winked, placing my hands over my eyes and slipping from the room.

I counted and then bolted up the stairs, slipping into the bathroom and pulling aside the curtain. Empty. I pulled open the closet. Empty. I jumped onto the bed and hung over, peaking under.

"HAHA FOUND YOU!" I yelled, laughing and lifting the end so he could get out easier. "How the hell did you fit under that?"

Brett laughed, "It's a talent."

I rolled my eyes, "My turn."

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I could hear him so I flipped on my phone, hitting record.

From my perch on the top of the refrigerator I could see everything, and I tried my hardest not to laugh as he walked into the kitchen, and I slowly uncrossed my legs and launched myself to the ground.

"Boo!" I laughed, as he jumped forward.

I laughed harder at his shocked face and slid down the counter, holding my stomach and pointing at him.

"You should-d have see-en your face-e!" I stammered.

"You're such a loser!" He laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." I replied, gasping for air.

I finally could breathe, Brett was blurry from the tears that had brimmed the bottom of my eyes and he swiped them away, I could feel my cheeks flame and I jumped up.

"What's next?"

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I turned the music up and the TV on at the same time, the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show appearing on the screen and my mouth dropped, the remote hanging from my fingertips.

"They are all gorgeous." I whimpered. "But cheeseburgers taste too good."

I heard Brett laughed and I flicked the TV back off, "Ready, I could do that too."

Brett POV

Anna pulled the sweater over her head and flipped her hair down, grabbing a blanket and using it like a cape before putting her hands on her hips.

"Sports bra and boxers, the new thing." She laughed, sticking out her tongue.

"Very attractive." I teased, spinning her in a circle.

"So Mr Lawrie, what's for dinner?" Anna asked, her smile beaming up at me.

"Pizza? Or burgers?" I asked.

"Burgers!" She laughed.

"Perfect."

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Anna wiped the ketchup from the side of her mouth, raising a brow questioningly as she also tilted her head so her long brown hair fell down her shoulder.

"What's up with the thinking face darlin'?" She asked, adding a soft accent.

The word 'darlin' hit me for a moment, I wasn't used to that. Lately she had been calling me 'jerk', 'ass', 'dick', 'Lawrie' and 'Brett', I hadn't been called 'babe' or 'darlin' since the fight.

"Brett?"

"Huh?" I asked dumbly.

"You did that thing again." She whispered, seemingly ashamed.

"What thing?" I asked.

"The thing where you flex your arms, bite your lip, glance over my shoulder and run a hand through your hair." She explained.

"Oh, sorry. I do that?" I laughed.

"Yeah, you always do." Anna nodded. "Usually you would walk past me, brush your lips across my forehead and dump your stuff in the sink." Her voice got quieter and she stood, gathered her things and went into the kitchen before reappearing in the doorway. "That was before I fucked up, and lost the only thing that ever truly mattered to me, that's my confession."

Her eyes turned icy, then she stepped back and swiped her keys from the counter, pulling one off and tossing it my way.

"You own this place now, do what you want."

Then she turned and walked out the door, her car starting seconds later, but this time I wasn't going to let her leave.

Broken Bats;11

Broken Girl; Scared

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