Oh no, oh no. We don't need you hurt. He told Eli that and now he's hurt! The trainers are out by him, why does this have to happen to him? They take him off the field, having to help him. They put Tommy La Stella at third.
I hurry to my car, driving to the hospital where he would end up, I hope he didn't tear his ACL.
"How's Kristopher Bryant?" I ask the lady at the front desk.
"He just got out of surgery, room B1," she says, I nod a thank you and hurry to his room.
I knock and the doctor lets me in. "He has a fractured knee, will be out for seven months."
"Okay, thank you for telling me," I say, the doctor smiles and walks out. "Hey, Kristopher."
"Hey, Laina," he says.
"How's your knee?" I ask, taking his hand in mine.
"It feels like when you fall and you scrape it and it doesn't look bad but it burns and a paper cut combined," he explains.
"That's bad," I say.
"I can't play for seven months," he sighs.
"Yeah, it's part of life though," I explain rubbing my thumb over his knuckles. "And part of the game."
"It's just a hard part of life and the game," he says.
"I know, Kris," I say. "I played volleyball in college and tore my shoulder, team USA asked me to play with them. The day after, I tore my shoulder."
"Yeah, that's a lot worse than me," he says and I nod. "I guess they'll have to lay without me for seven months."
"Yeah," I sigh. "Maybe the months will go by fast."
"I hope so," he says.
"You should get some rest," I say. "See you later."
"Bye, Laina," he says.
"Bye, Kristopher," I say and walk out.
I can't believe he got hurt. I'm worried the team will fall apart, not saying he's the only good player but usually once teams loose good players, they start falling apart. Like when the White Sox lost Braun, they had a twenty game loosing streak.
Was it a take out slide? Did he accidentally do it? What about Andrew? What about the fight between Eli and Andrew? Are me and Kris together? Do I love him? Questions encircle my head, making my head hurt.
Stop, Elaina. I tell myself, it doesn't work. Do I love him? Maybe. I used to hate him, it's a different view now.
I continue to drive, I accidentally ran a red light, mentally slapping myself. I still have school tomorrow, maybe teaching wasn't the right job, I seriously don't know, I have a degree for it, and veterinarian, maybe if I can't stand this job I'll be a veterinarian.
I go home, feeding Oliver then going to sleep, still thinking about Kris.
"Elaina, I love you too much to let you go," my boyfriend, Ryan says. "You're my world."
"Then why did you kiss that girl?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. I had liked Ryan forever, he was my boyfriend of five years, how could he kiss a girl.
"She kissed me!" He said in his accent, he was part Russian.
"Seriously?" I ask and he nods. "That's the most cliché thing ever."
"It's true though! Danielle kissed me!" He says. Danielle Huff, she had a boyfriend, I didn't know who. I guess they weren't together anymore, all I know is his name was Kris.
"But Danielle has a boyfriend," I tell him, wiping away tears, here I was in the middle of the night, screaming at Ryan.
He comes near me, wiping my tears away and bring my hair out of my face. "I love you."
"Don't touch me," I whisper, pulling away from him. "I hate you, Ryan!"
"Baby, don't do this," he says. He puts his hand on my inner thigh, rubbing up and down, I hated this, where's Eli when you need him?
"Don't touch me!" I yell, slapping his hand away, what if he did something to me, like rape me?
He grabs me and takes me to an old abandoned building, kissing me roughly.
I kick and scream, wanting him to stop but he won't, no one can save me either.
He covers my mouth, taking my dress off of my body. "Please stop." My words are muffled though.
"No, baby girl, you're mine and only mine," he whispers in my ear, why is this happening to me?
I'm undressed, he's raping me. When he does all the things he does to me, I'm crying, sobbing, why would he do this? "Now, if you tell anybody about this, anybody! You'll have to do it again." He walks away, leaving me in the warehouse alone. I put back on my dress and walk outside, going to my apartment. Why? Why me? What if I'm pregnant? What if he does it again? I was raped.
I jolt up, covering my mouth. My dream was a flashback of when Ryan raped me, I still yet to tell anybody. I now realize I was witnessing déjà vu. The boyfriend with the accent, cheating, what if Andrew rapes me? Danielle and Kris. Ryan cheated on me with Kris' girlfriend, I hope the raping part doesn't come true, I still have scars from me being slammed against the metal walls and his fingernails digging into my scars, his slaps and punches. I wish someone could love me and not do anything bad to me but, do I love Kris?
That went into Elaina's past of why she hated Andrew touching her. I hope that flashback was good and yes, I know rape is not a joke and there are many victims of it, one of my friends it. If this brings back memories or anything, I'm very sorry. You can either continue reading through pain or quit reading. But to finish happily, if you're getting braces, and are getting a spacer, let me tell you about it. It's like a popcorn kernel in between your teeth that you can't get out because it's too far down in between your teeth
Xoxo-Abbi
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Fanfiction"You're an asshole," I say, looking at him right in his blue eyes. "You should stop talking about yourself," he replies, a smirk plastered across his face. ~ Elaina Montclair grew up her whole life, now at the age of twenty-five, as a Chicago Whit...
