Catching His Heart

Chapter Two

Chapter 2 

Danielle Connors

He’s going to be trouble. I know it.

I saw the way he looked at me. Like a girl had no place on a baseball field. He reminded me of him.

I get home from practice that day very irritated.

I mean I know Adrian is a good pitcher, heck who am I kidding a, great one, but that gives him no right to walk on my field like he owns the place and start interrogating me.

After getting out of my car and walking up the driveway, I pull out my house key and unlock the door. I immediately smell my mom’s amazing cooking.

“Mom? I’m home!” I announce as I walk into the kitchen and see her cooking pasta, my favorite, with sauce all over the counter and even her hair somehow.

Did I mention that although she may be an amazing cook, she is incredibly messy when it comes towards her work?

Well she is. And guess who gets stuck picking up the mess? That’s right this girl.

My mom looks over at me and crinkles her nose, “Danielle you could really use a shower.”

I smirk at her as I lift up an arm and take a sniff of my underarm and see my mom cringe in disgust, “Yeah I should,” I say and smile coyly at her, “but not before I give you a hug.”

At this her face turns serious and she begins walking backwards around the island in the kitchen as I slowly approach her like a lion would to its prey.

“Dani, this isn’t funny,” she says but her twitching lips say otherwise.

“C’mon mom,” I say as I get closer and closer to her, “I just wanna show you how much I love you,” I say giggling a little at the end.

“Danielle Elizabeth Connors,” she says in a stern voice, “If you take one more step towards me…”

She doesn’t get to finish what she was going to say before I jump across the island and wrap her small frame up into a bear hug while she yells at me to let her go but I can hear the playfulness in her voice as we both laugh like young school girls.

Well until we heard someone clear their throat.

I quickly let go of my mom and take a step back looking at my worn out Chucks.

“Danielle,” my father says in a cold harsh tone, “leave your mother alone and go clean yourself up for dinner.”

“Yes sir.” I say and run upstairs to my room before he gets mad.

See unlike my mom, my father was never really supportive about me joining the boy’s baseball team back in freshman year, but that’s not the part that bothers me much, it’s more the fact that he will do whatever he can to prevent me from playing.

And this is from a man who had a passion for the sport when he was younger. Heck the man would’ve made it into the big leagues if it wasn’t for a stupid car accident in which he completely messed up his pitching arm, ending his career before it even started.

See here’s my theory on my old man.

Since he never had the chance to live his dream, he will do whatever it takes to ruin mine. As harsh as it sounds, it’s true. My dad is one bitter man.

I understand if he didn’t support me cause my mom was a little iffy about it too in the beginning, but once she saw my passion for the sport and that I was actually good, she supported me in every way, buying me cleats, gloves, and anything else I needed. She also went to every single one of my games since I first made the varsity team back as an itty bitty freshman. But my dad on the other hand, will do anything in his power to prevent me from doing what I love. He once went as far as to locking me in my room so I wouldn’t make it to our playoff game, but I managed to climb down my balcony and coming out with only some nasty bruises but I still managed to make it to the game.