Crossing The Line

Chapter Eleven

Morgan's POV

After spending the day at JJ's house I went home the next day. I waved at JJ as she pulled out of my driveway.

"I'll see you at practice!" She said with a smile and then she drove off leaving me alone.

I walked inside my house and like yesterday, it was empty. I went up to my room and laid on my bed.

I thought about Coach Kelley O'Hara.

I lived a difficult life but for some reason she made everything so much better. The thought of her made me feel like I had something to live for. The image of her eyes made me feel like there was still hope that maybe, just maybe, I can live a proper life.

A life without a mom that had a drug addiction, a life where I was abandoned, I life where I was miserable and had nothing. I just wanted to be happy.

I looked under my desk for the paper that I wrote but threw under my desk. I've heard that writing down your feelings can help.

When I saw that it was no longer there, I knew that someone was here. My mom. What if she came to my room? What if she took my hidden stash of money.

I lifted up my ed and saw that all my money was still here. Everything was still in place but the paper I was writing.

I knew I threw it under my desk because I was frustrated but now, I needed it. But why is it no longer here?

I paced around my room thinking of people who knew where I lived. Kelley O'Hara, she wouldn't do that. I know she wouldn't because I trusted her with my life.

JJ? No, I was with her the entire time. I kept thinking of people but no one came to mind? Of all things that were taken, why was that piece of paper no longer under my desk?

I ran my hand through my hair. I was overreacting. It's just a piece of paper.

Later, I got ready for practice. I walked the ten minuets and when I got to the soccer field I saw the rest of the team.

I was late. I was never late.

I laced up my boots and joined the rest of the team. I felt Coach O'Hara's eyes on me the entire time and I was somewhat overwhelmed.

I tried my best with the drills and scrimmages but I kept making mistakes. Mistakes that I never make. Why was I so distracted?

I turned over the hall countless of times, I missed easy shots towards the goal, I tripped over my own feet multiple times.

Then, Coach O'Hara pulled me aside.

"What's wrong? This isn't how you usually play." Coach O'Hara says as she lays a hand on my shoulder.

"Just a bad day." I mumble without looking at her.

"See me after practice." She says and I nod as I go off and continue playing. I still wasn't any good.

Finally, Coach O'Hara blew her whistle and we all gathered around her.

"Good practice today, ladies. Our first game is in four days! Rest up tonight and I'll see you all tomorrow." She says with a smile.

Slowly, everyone left.

"Need a ride?" JJ asks as we both swung our bags over our shoulders.

"No thanks, I'm going to hang around for a bit." I say and JJ nods with a smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." She says and with that she left. Then I turned around and walked over to Coach O'Hara who was at her car placing stuff into her trunk.

"Hey." She says as she slams her trunk closed.

"Hi." I say as I look away from her.

"Is something bothering you?" She asked me but I just shook my head no. I didn't want to talk about it considering the paper I wrote was mostly about her.

"Then what's wrong? You were late to practice."

"That's because I have to walk here." I say without looking at her.

"But you're never late, something was holding you back. What was it?" She asks. I had to tell her. I had to.

"Someone was at my house."

I watched her expression and her eyes widened.

"They took something of mine, something personal but I don't know who did it."