Cut me, Tackle me. (MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter SEVENTEEN

=) I like the song on the side, it doesn't do a lot with the story but I thought of CMTM when I herd it sooooo wala! Lol its cuteeeee and now I'm feeling inspired......=O heheheeeeee =)

SEVENTEEN

CAL

I paced around the room, tugging at my hair and biting down on my lip as my body shook. Where the fuck was she?! I was filled with rage, worry and pain. She had just skipped out! Not even called to cancel! Her phone was off and her home phone was still not being answered. I slammed my fist into a locker and groaned before I shoved my helmet on. Well I guess we wouldn't have a preformer but who cares? This was football not a concert. About me, not her.

I had expected her to show up last night, but she didn't. Had she stood me up? Had she gotten out the door last night? So many thoughts ran through my head and I just shook them off. Vixen had come over, she had surprised me and actually came. She was here, and she wasn't.

We ran out onto the feild and we were welcomed with an uproar of cheers and cries out to us. Signs and banners surfaced the sea of people and I smiled and gave a wink when I saw Vixen screaming her head off in one of the first rows. Cheering me on. Erin was no wehre in sight and I let out a breath and rolled my eyes. Why had I doubted that she wouldn't just roll out when things got complicated? Why had I thought that she actually cared? Whu hadn't I thought that this was all just a fling to her? Why had I believed that she had actually loved me? She had cheated, she was no better than Vixen.

The team got together. We took field. The whistel blew. The game started.

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We were neck and neck. Last point, win.

The ball came soaring through the air and sliced through towards me. I caught it and tucked it under my elbow and started sprinting. We were far away from the goal and every step counted. I zipped through and jumped over players who were sprawled on the ground in defeat. Dodged guys coming head on at me. I close, so close. Out of nowhere number 56 came at me and slammed me to the ground. Hard. I groaned as all of the wind left my lungs and I laid flat on my back under him. He stood as the whistel blew. I stood and dusted myself off and got ready for the next down. The whistel blew and once again I was spriting off. This was our second down. I had to make this. We had to get this. The ball made its way back to me and I ran. All I was thinking about was crossing the line. Making this, and winning. I wasn't thinking about the guy who came head on infront of me as I came from three feet before the scoring line.

He tackled me. Ran me down, laid me flat. I felt a surge of blinding pain shoot all across my body. I screamed in pain. My spine, oh fuck my spine! I could feel the break. I could feel all of my limbs clenching and aching, my body shutting down. I screamed as the guy lifted from me and looked me over. There was a mass of people screaming as well, and then my team and coach rushing over to me.

"Get paramedics!" My coach hollared. His face red and eyes wild.

I foucased on my breathing anf trying to stay calm. I couldn't move. I was paralized, unable to move my toes let alone the bottom half of my body.

It was only minutes before I was hauled onto a stretcher and rolled off the feild. People cheering my name in a sympathetic symphony as I was taken to an amublance.

BRODEN

They says momma was goin to be okay. They says that she would be good soon.

The lady in the Tigger shirt made me sit down while I had to wait for a adult. They would not let me see momma though. If she was okay then why cant I see my momma? They say to me that she got into a fight. But I did not know who with. Who would want to hurt my mommy? I had my thoughts. Her boss maybe, he was a bad guy, like Joker. He hated momma because she was good. I frowned at my coloring book and looked around the room as voices come into the room. A person dressed in blue pushed a bed on wheels. A guy laid on it.