Why Me?! (Bryan Rust)

(1) Why?!

I hope you enjoy this chapter and the whole story lol. Bye 👋🏼
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Chloe's POV
My teammates are the weirdest boys ever. They keep running into the locker room, throwing water on a teammate and running out. It's great. They know not to do it to me because I will break their elbows. Oshie runs in and is about to dump it on me. I stand up and smile. He nervous laughs, dumps it on me and runs out. I chased him down 3 hallways until we reached to doctor's room. I pushed him into the wall, he was laughing causing me to laugh. You run fast. He said out of breath. I laughed and nodded. I ran track in high school. He laughed. I'm gonna go talk to the trainer to see if I can play tonight. He nodded and walked back to the locker room. I walked in to see a guy getting stitches taken out of his fore head. Hey Chlo, what's up? The trainer asked as he cleaned this kid's cut. I need to know if I can play tonight. He nodded. Stay there Pat, give me a minute. He nodded. Put your leg on the stool. I did as told and he moved my knee up and down. He bent my knee and put it back straight. He sighed. That must not be good. Chloe, it's your choice I don't think you should but it's up to you if it hurts or not. I sighed. It doesn't really hurt though. He helped the guy Pat I think his name is but it's probably Patrick or something get off the table and back on his feet. Chloe it's up to you. I nodded. Alright, I'll think about it. He nodded. If you do decide to play ask your coach not to give you that many shifts. I nodded. I was on my way down the hall when I saw Oshie running towards me. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I looked up and saw that guy Patrick  walking the same way and smiling at me. Im going to fucking kill you!!He kept running. I gave up. When I was let down, I was back in the locker room. Um why was I just carried here? I could have walked! Oshie was catching his breath. I don't want you anywhere near Mr. Fucking Patrick Kane! The whole team gasped. What's wrong with Patrick Kane? I asked. Ove spit his water EVERYWHERE!! What about Jonathan Toews, he's nice to me!? He still wasn't able to breath. Besides him! Omg is he serious. You don't need to protect me, I'm 22 years old! He shock his head. I don't care, your brother told us to protect you. I groaned and walked to my stall by Holtby. You'll be fine Chlo, they won't bother you forever. Braden whispered to me causing me to laugh because he knows he'll have to deal with them forever. I just wish it would come sooner. I said so he could hear me. He shrugged his shoulders as he continued to put his equipment on. Our game tonight was against Chicago and I was worried. The last time we played Chicago I got a concussion. Ove walks over to me and looks at me with concern. Oh yea I think I'm gonna play tonight. Everyone let out little "yeses". Coach, the trainer told me to ask you if I could have shorter shifts. He nodded and we went over the game plan. I was ready for anything. Let's go kick the soccer ball, Chlo you in? I really didn't want to. Um..no I'm good but I'll go and stretch while I watch you guys. They nodded. I got up and we walked to an open area. I sat on one of those big crates that can hold my weight and I watched them kick the soccer ball around. My knee kept hurting but I was not gonna leave the team tonight. Chicago is a tough team and we need to win this game if we're gonna make it to the finals. Alright, guys let's go get changed! Coach yelled from down the hall. We all got up and Ove helped me get down and we walked back to the locker room to get ready.
3rd period 10 minutes left 2-3 Chicago
Ok, I've been hit into the boards 4 times by Patrick Kane and my knee is killing me! It's my shift and I'm skating down the ice with Oshie and Ove. I pass it to Ove and he scores but then I get smashed into the boards and I hear a load boom! I feel stuff fall on me. I look up and the glass above me had shattered into a million pieces and gone everywhere. It's in my gear, in my helmet, in the stands. EVERYWHERE!! I look up and Patrick Kane laughing and Jonathan Toews skating over to help me up. Like thank you Jon but like wtf Patrick. I can bet $1 million that it was Kane that pushed me. Patrick got kicked out of the game. It went to overtime then a shootout. I have the puck and I'm waiting for the whistle. I hear it and I slowly skate toward Crawford. I speed up and shoot the puck but.....it missed. And it's all my fault just because of my stupid fucking knee!! The buzzer goes off. The Chicago Blackhawks are going to the finals!!!! The announcer yells into the microphone. I feel tears build up in my eyes as I stood up. We shake hands and walked to the locker room. I was silent until the locker room door shut. I let it out and I don't give a shit who was there. Holtby walked over and sat with me. Braden was like a brother to me. It's all my fault!! I screamed and punched my stall causing a hole. No it wasn't Chloe! It's all of our faults. Trust me. Ove said as he pulled his jersey off over his head. I sighed. Whatever, I need to go put a cast on my knee. I'll be back. I stood up. Be careful, the Blackhawks are walking around here. I sighed and nodded. The Penguins were aloud to come to the arena to watch the game. They're going to the finals against Chicago so they're allowed to watch their opponents. I passed Fleury who was a nice guy and he smiled and i returned one wiping away the tears. I walked to the the door of the trainer's room and I guess one the Penguins was waiting there. I looked at him and he smiled. I opened the door to see........
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