Daughter of Ali Krieger

Chapter 13;

Emily's POV

"Anemia! You have anemia and you never thought to tell us? What if you got cut in training and left it?"
"What's anemia?"
"Well Emily, do you want to tell them?"

I looked at Becky and gulped. Dawn, Jill and Carli were looking at Becky like she was a crazy person but she was beyond angry at this point to care.

"Anemia is a blood disorder. It's a condition in which there is a deficiency of red cells or of haemoglobin in the blood, resulting in pallor and weariness."
"Which is why you need the peanut butter for breakfast to keep you energised."
"Yes. I'm not affected as much as others are because I'm an athlete but I do suffer. It's why I never play more than a half in game and only twenty to thirty minutes of non stop running for training. I'm sorry I never told you. I expected to it be on my medical reports that Patrice was suppose to send over."

Carli walked over to the side of my bed and sat on it and ran her hand through my hair.

"I'm glad you're okay. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you."

The door opened and Ali came in. She gave them all a look and they all walked out leaving me alone with her. She seemed angry by her body movements but her facial expressions showed sadness.

"You have anemia and did bother telling me!"
"Seeing as you know so much about me I though you would've know."
"Now is not the time to be a smart arse Emily. You could've died for heavens sake."
"Why would you care? You're not my mother. You have nothing to do with me anymore so just back off okay. So what if I died? You have a family to go home to. I don't. I have teammates that are halfway across the world. They're the closest thing I have to a real family."
"Em-"
"No. Leave me alone please. I thought I could last until the end of camp but I can't. Just leave me alone."
"No. We're going to sort this bullshit out once and for all."
"You've got to be kidding me? You're angry at me? Fuck you Ali. You're not the one that was lied to her whole life about who your real parents were."
"Cut the pity act Emily. You're 18 years old and still throwing a tantrum just we told one white lie."
"Then leave! It's not that hard, Jesus! You don't care! You never did so just leave. I didn't need you then and I definitely don't need you now. I want nothing to do with you ever again."

I flopped back onto the bed and just stared at the ceiling. I felt the tears stream down my face but I really didn't care at this stage. I rolled onto my side away from the door and looked out the window and just cried. I heard her groan and curse under her breath. The door opened and slammed shut. I felt as though my heart ripped into a millions pieces.

I heard the door creek open and turned to see Jill. She walked in and closed the door behind her.

"I'm sorry I brought this all on you. The whole national team thing."
"Don't be Jill. It was a honour but just at the wrong time. I'm sorry you have to put up with all of this."
"As long as it's not affecting your play then it's okay. I'm going to go sign you out and then we can leave."
"Thank you."

She walked out of the room and I slowly sat up. I looked at my arm and saw all the new set of stitches. I left up the sleeve of my shirt on my other arm and looked at all the scars along my wrist and arm. I put my sleeve back down just as Jill returned to Becky by her side, still pissed. I slowly got off the bed and put on the clothes they brought for me and walked out of the room. I followed them out to the car and got into the middle. Carli was on one side and Becky was on the other.

"Kling and I are swapping rooms so I can keep an eye on you."
"Thanks."

I looked down at my hands the entire journey. It wasn't until Carli put her hand on my leg that I realised we were back at the hotel. I got out of the car and followed them inside. The lobby was full of the girls and they all immediately stood up and hugged me individually. I saw Ali, Ashlyn and Hope walking in from the elevators. I hugged Mal last and for the longest.