Always Yours (boyxboy)

Chapter 2: Physio

PART 2 IS FINALLY HERE!

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A few days pass, all of them practically mirroring the previous day. This was my life during the week, I attended business meetings, and sat there. Occasionally I would tweak something, or approve some new big business venture, but it was generally not a very excited life. I still attended the gym early in the mornings, even though my leg still occasionally bothered me from time to time. I loved going to the soccer field at my gym, and just messing around on the ball. I could stay there all day, but alas I was always pulled away by some phone call, or predetermined meeting. But today was different. It was saturday. On the weekends, I could relax and not have to worry about running from venue to venue, going to this meeting, then that one, then another.

This was my day. I shut my ever overactive phone off, set it in my gym bag, slipped on my mercurials and pulled out my ball before strolling over to the indoor field. There were a few people there that I spoke to on occasion, and played with sometimes. I heard from someone else they like to gossip about me behind my back, say things like I'm antisocial, or a freak who is fucked up by the early death of his parents and maybe even your typical highschool heartbreak, and I'm stuck in the past. I don't hold this against them because they're not wrong. They are nice to my face anyway, so fake friends is better than none I guess.

They are fun to play with anyway. A couple of them are college students, about my age maybe a few years younger, and there are a couple highschool students. They are skinny and wiry, but damn they can play. Just like me when I was younger. I went out and started to warm up on the ball when I heard the conversation between the two high school students

"Dude did you see JJ Rowe's hat trick the other day? Dudes a beast. They say he's the next ronaldo" One of them said with a boyish like enthusiasm.He reminded me a lot of....... Me. However the mention of the name threw me off for a few minutes, and I felt the empty space ever festering in my chest burn for a moment. But then as I usually do, I brushed it off and tried to forget it was there. I had grown so accustomed to hearing the name in the media, that it was easier to ignore the thoughts of the 'glory days'. Ha, sad isnt it? I should be in my prime, 24 years old. Yet as I felt the slight twinge in my ankle as I struck the ball from outside the box, I knew that my glory days were in the past. I was over the hill, past my physical and mental prime. They said physical therapy and surgery could help me, but I never committed. I scheduled the appointments and then just never went. Maybe someday I will, but maybe it's already too late.

" But he just got injured bro, news says hes got physio for 3 months before hes back in" the other boy said...Damn... JJ got hurt?
I was happy to be distracted from the dangers of my own thoughts when a couple people came out on the field with me, " Jason!" one called, signaling for me to cross the ball. I passed the ball through the air to the other man, who trapped it then dribbled around another guy, doing step overs and quick movements, slamming weight down on his ankles that I knew who cause mine to collapse on me. I envied him for a moment, but even with my injury I still had some skill, and when the ball came back to me I showed that, with a bicycle over my head into the net. That kick was easy, I landed on my back rather than my ankle. I heard a few people gasp at the intense kick, and old me would have leapt around celebrating like an idiot, just to be one. But I just kind of ducked my head down and walked back to the middle of the field, waiting for the ball to go back into play.

"Dude that was pretty cool" one of the college aged students came up to me saying, putting his hand on my shoulder

"Thanks" I said simply
"You know you should really consider getting that ankle of yours fixed. You have the money, why not?" he said, trying to just make a helpful suggestion of course, but this kind of pissed me off. So I didnt reply. Instead I jogged, quickly, but by no means at full force, as I couldnt anymore, towards the ball. We played for about another hour and a half, before I could feel the blood aggressively forcing itself in and out of the veins around my ankle, trying to cope with the pain and the stress that I was subjecting it too. After a bit longer, I couldn't handle it and had to drop out. I threw my cleats off and into my bag then angrily slung it over my shoulder and took my sweat soaked shirt off, leaving my soccer shorts on and I walked out of the gym and climbed into my black bentley coupe, throwing my things into the passenger seat before starting the car, driving only with my left foot as I folded my painful right ankle up into my seat, rubbing it with one of my hands and downing about 6 ibuprofen that I kept in my car. This was a horrible idea, and now I was on medication for stomach ulcers due to the immense amount of ibuprofen intake. But it was the only way I could deal. 'Maybe that kid was right' I thought to myself... Right then I decided to set up an appointment with physio. I called julia off of the bluetooth phone in my car

" Yes Mr. Hester" she said picking up the phone on the first ring
" Hey, can you set up an appointment for me with a physical therapist? Full consultation and then actual appointments afterword please. Just pay him in advance, whatever he charges" I said.

"But are you actually going to go this time sir?" she said
"Julia." I said sternly
"Fine Fine. Doctor preference?" She replied
"The best one money can buy" I said simply
"Got it" she said, before hanging up the phone.

I was kind of excited, Maybe they would be able to fix my ankle... If I could actually play again.. Then maybe I would have something to do with my life other than sit at home and go from mind numbing meeting to mind numbing meeting. The thought of this kind of excited me, and a bit of optimism entered my thoughts for the first time in years... It was nice.

I arrived to my ever bustling during the day house, and then went up to my room. I laid down in the california king bed, and turned on my music. I really was stuck in highschool, I still listened to the same cliche songs about heartbreak, and love, and things of the sort that I did in highschool. Reminded me of a better time I guess. My little italian greyhound pupper, Cerci, jumped onto the bed with me, cuddle up to my side. She was always sleeping, surprising for such a high energy dog. When she was clearly passed out, I went to the balcony that branched off of my room and overlooked my pool. The air outside was warm, but fresh. I opened the big sliding doors and walked outside, appreciating the weather and the break from winter. I thought about the future, and the possibilities. I usually thought about the things that I would never be able to accomplish, or the past, but today was a different day.. I was in a good mood for once. Just the thought of being able to play on a proper pitch with a proper team again excited me beyond anything within the last few years.

"Mr. Hester" Julia said, knocking on the open door frame that was the entrance to my room

"Yes?' I replied not breaking thought
"Well... The doctor said he has another consultation in the area tomorrow, and since you would be such a high value client, he could do you at his office based in the city tomorrow as well, is that ok sir?" she knew I hated spur of the moment things " I can tell him no" she continued
"No actually, that will be fine. Tell him I will see him tomorrow. " I said
"Oh, ok sir will do" Julia said slightly surprised "would you like me to hire a driver?" she said
"No I will drive myself. Thank you julia, you are dismissed" I said. She nodded and left.

Later that night I went to bed excited for the next day. It was a wonderful feeling. I fell asleep for the first time comfortably, not drowning in my own thoughts and past pains, for the first time since I could remember. My appointment the next day was at 8:30 AM, so I set my alarm for 7:30. Of course, I woke up naturally at about 5 am and then could not find sleep again. So I decided to wake up, and do a small morning workout before hopping in a near boiling hot shower, which always relaxed my muscles and released some of the tension that I was practically made up of these days. I then ate breakfast, and before I knew it, it was time to leave. I walked out into the front of my house, my personal valet selects a car for me each day I drive myself and parks it in front of the front entrance to the house. Today they chose the maserati. I hopped in the little car, and started driving to the office. Like most of my cars, it was black and inconspicuous, as much as a car with that price tag could be. Tinted windows and unidentifiable licence plates kept me anonymous as I drove around. But today I didn't care, the weather outside was so beautiful that I rolled my windows down as I drove. I saw a few flashes from cameras as a drove, but I didn't pay any mind to them. I pulled up into the office, and got of my car locking it. He directed us to the back entrance of his office, where all of his ' high value' clients entered to prevent paparazzi issues and things of the sort. I walked into the marble decorated office, and started the consultation. He recommended surgery, of course, and 6 months of physio afterwards. I asked him when the soonest I could book the surgery was, and we decided on a date, and then continued the consultation. I told him about my past in athletics, and then my goal. He then looked at the clock and said"Oh I'm sorry Mr. Hester but I have another appointment that should be here any minute. You can call me if you have any further questions" he said" Nope I think that covers everything" I said before shaking hands with him then walking out of the office and to my car. I got into my car and spotted a bright red ferarri pull into the back entrance. It was a beautiful car, I had the same one in black of course, but red was always my favorite color. I stayed for a moment to observe the car, as it was very pretty, then I backed out of my parking spot and started to drive off, but as I was driving behind the now parked ferarri, I caught a glimpse of the licence plate, which read "ROWE".... And then I couldn't breathe. 

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A/N: AHHHHHHH Im excited. Sorry for taking so long to get this part out, School is a bitch haha.