Crossing The Line

Chapter Five

Morgan's POV

I got home from school and I walked into the kitchen. I stopped when I saw my mom sitting at the kitchen table. Surprisingly, she didn't have any drinks in her hand but it didn't mean that she wasn't high or drunk.

"Hi Morgan." She says with a weak smile as she stood up and walked towards me, stumbling with her feet.

"Mom." I simply say as I take a step back from her.

"I was wondering if you can lend me some cash for... groceries." She slurs.

"Shut up! Can't you see? We have no money because you spend them all on drugs because you're a fucked up lady! We're broke, mom! You're never home! You never cared about me so the least you can do is try acting like you care about me."

"Morgan-"

"I'm done with you mom, I'm tired of you disappearing and coming home like nothing happened! Damn it, why are you like this? Why don't you care about me?" I scream at her.

My moms eyes widened but soon she frowned as she pressed me against the wall.

"Don't talk to me like that!" My mom screams at my face. I push her away from me but she grabbed my arm and swung me against the wall.

"You were a mistake! I didn't want you! I never wanted to be a mother especially to you! You're the reason why I'm like this! You're the reason why my life is miserable!" My mom screams.

Tears rolled down my cheek as I pushed her away from me. She slapped me across the face and marched out the door.

I knew I wouldn't be seeing her in a while. But like she said, she never cared about me.

I wipe the tears with the back of my hand as I walk to my room. I grab my soccer bag and begin walking to practice.

Practice didn't start until an hour but I needed some time to clear my head. I needed to escape and soccer was my escape.

I got to the soccer field and pulled out my soccer ball. I took one shot after another with tears rolling down my cheek.

"You were a mistake!" My mom's word stuck to my head and I wanted to erase everything. Erase my memory, erase my life.

I collapsed to the ground angry, yet sad and depressed. No one wanted me. No one loved me. No one would ever care for me.

It was just me.

I sat on the ground for what felt like hours. I checked the time and saw that practice was going to start in a few minuets.

Then, I heard a car. I turned my head and saw Coach O'Hara's familiar car in the parking lot.

I stood up and walked over to my bag and let out a sigh as I ran my hand through my hair.

"Morgan, you're here early." Coach O'Hara says as she sets her stuff down and walks over to me.

I take a deep breath as I wipe my eyes and turn to face her.

"Yeah... figured I'd take some shots." I say. My hands were shaking. Why was I nervous?

"Are you okay?" She asks as she looks me in the eyes.

"I'm-"

All of a sudden, the rest of the team appeared and I couldn't answer her question.

"See me after practice, okay?" Coach O'Hara says with a reassuring smile.

During the entire practice all I could think about was my mom. I kept trying to persuade myself that it was the alcohol talking but I know that she meant what she said. That I was a mistake.

I knew she never cared about me but for her to say it right at my face was completely unexpected and I didn't know how to handle it.

I was scared. Because this time, I really didn't have anyone. No one to care for me. This was all real, this was reality.

Once practice ended, I hung around for a bit until everyone left. Then, Coach O'Hara approached me.

"What's going on? You weren't at your best today." Coach O'Hara says as we walk over to a bench a sit down.

"Coach, I'm fine."

"Morgan, I told you, you can call me Kelley. And you don't have to lie to me, you can trust me."

"No, you don't understand." I say as I look away from her beautiful eyes trying to fight back the tears.

My heart was racing. Kelley O'Hara made me feel a certain way and it was indescribable. It was like butterflies flying around in my stomach.

"What do I not understand?" Kelley asks.

"I... I don't know." I reply.

I wanted to tell her everything but at the same time I didn't. I've spent my entire life keeping evening a secret and for me to say everything to my coach, I was unsure.

"You trust me, right?" Kelley asked. I just nod my head yes in reply. "Morgan, I don't know what it is that you go through on a daily basis. I'm your coach and I care about my players and if you need someone to talk to well... I can be that someone."

"Thank you." I say as I look down at my shoes.

"Look at me." Kelley said. I looked back at her beautiful eyes and she gave me a small smile.

"You have my number, and if you need anything at all just call me, okay?"

"Okay."

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