I had been silent for the past two weeks, and the angry slash marks on my hips stood out on my pale skin, and the guys had started to notice.
"Raiyne, since when have you ever changed in a different room?" Tyson asked, blocking my way.
"Barrie get out of my way." I stated, turning my shoulder on him.
"Come on darlin'." He smirked.
I hit him hard in the chest, "Don't ever call me that."
He winced, "Why?"
"Cause of Carmin." I growled.
"She's gone Raiyne." Tyson stated.
I pushed past him with my shoulder and he caught my wrists, pressing me to the wall as his hands started to lift my sweater.
"Don't do it." I stated. "You don't want to."
Then he yanked the sweater over my head, my tank top going with it as he gaped, the whole clubhouse dead silent.
"You happy now Tyson?" I asked, snatching my shirt.
"Raiyne." Gabe stated.
"No, please." I mumbled.
"I thought-"
"Gabriel shut up! Shut the fuck up! I know ok! I know what I fucking told you but I did it anyways. If you do what I did I swear to god I'll break both your hands, do you under stand me?" I yelled, finally settling into a menacing growl.
"Raiyne." He stated once again.
"There is a reason I didn't tell any of you. Because it's my own problem, I'm the one fighting myself. I'm the one that wishes it was me instead of her. I'm the one that goes back to see what I could do differently. I'm the one that hates myself so much I would hurt myself to have that little bit of relief, pain is relief and for that split second I'm ok." I explained. "Because I can't handle feeling vulnerable, I don't do vulnerable."
I grabbed my pads and yanked them over my head, then my pants and tying my skates until I couldn't feel my toes, then snatched my new stick.
"And I hate this fucking stick!" I exclaimed.
"Why did you but it?" Matt asked.
"The first one I saw, I wasn't in a good mood. It has no fucking play in it, it is like a tree." I ripped on, taking a baseball swing at the wall and watching the fibre glass shatter.
With a lighting fast movement I hurled it sideways at the wall, almost catching Gabe across the chest with it as he slammed me into the wall, his frightening blue eyes dark.
"Listen up, you are going to get over it. I will hold you against your damn will if I have to. You are going to get on that ice and make Carmin proud, and then you are going to get dressed in real clothes and come out with the rest of us. Do you understand?" Gabe growled, his words dripping venom as his mouth tilted into a smirk showing his perfectly white teeth.
"And if I don't?" I spit back, causing another jolt from his arms to smash me into the wall. "A little aggressive aren't you?"
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I got a pair of jeans and a knit sweater tossed at me and I pulled them on, and Gabe came at me with a brush, and I quickly ducked.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I know what I'm doing." He defended.
I raised a brow and turned my back to him, his hands ran through my hair and I sighed slowly, the nice feeling of the soothing motions relaxing my nerves.
