A Disaster in Paradise

Chapter 17

Sophia

"Keller, what is your problem today? We are trying to win a championship here, and you can't get your head in the game!" Coach Harmon yells, I'm pretty sure the whole gym can hear him.

"I'm sorry, okay? We are still up by two so there is a plus. I'm setting as best as I can here. So if your going to be yelling at anyone, it should be the hitters who can't hit a damn ball." I roll my eyes, putting him in his place.

I turn my head to scan the crowd, seeing Jay, Cole, and Drew all sitting two rows behind our bench. Jay gives me a look, signaling for me to calm down and focus.

"Keller, keep the team in place. Show them who is boss. You have thirty seconds before that timer goes off." Harmon sits back down, his blonde hair drenched from sweat.

"Here is the plan. Get the ball up, keep it in balance. Second set, we won the first one. Push one then five more and we win. We need to knock USA division four out." I walk onto the court, taking my position as setter. Our serve. Before I know it, the volleyball finds it way back over, and I hear multiple numbers throughout my head.

"Two two two!"

"Four four four!"

I set my hands back, our right sider, Kaitlyn, smashing it over to the other side, and is successful as the setter set the ball to far, the middle and left side hitter having no communication.

"20-17, USA Division seven leads over USA Division four." The voice erupts throughout the whole gymnasium, sending the crowd into cheer.

Before I know it, the game is over. 27-25 is the final score, our division conquering the other division, sending them to a lower bracket.

"Keller. My office. Now." Harmon walks out of the locker room, making me sigh loud enough for the other eleven players to hear.

"Sophia, we wish you farewell." Belle laughs, rubbing her face with lotion, the room becoming a bottle of lotion aroma itself.

I roll my eyes, slamming the door behind me with my hands crossed. "You wanted to see me?" I pace the room, just wanting to get some sleep.

"Knock it out with the attitude. Sit down." He points to the chair and I do as said, taking a seat. "What has been distracting you. You've been out of it the past few days."

Do I bundle it all up, or do I let it all lit and be honest. Honesty is best. "The abduction." Is all I say, sighing.

"What about it? I understand it has been a few weeks and it's still traumatizing, but you are talking to someone and you have been acting fine until a few days ago." He sighs, leaning back in his chair.

"I have never been fine since I got rescued, coach. Never. Carter, one of the two men who kidnapped me got out on bail, and never showed up. So he is on the loose and I saw him at the hotel while I was in the gym with Jay. He's after me, so I'm on edge." My chest stiffens, the thought of something happening to me. Or Jay.

"Keller, why didn't you tell me this? Why didn't anyone tell me this. Is security around? Are you alone at night? Please, fill me in." He folds his hands, obviously stressed.

"Security has an officer at each entrance to get into the hotel and one on both sides of my floor when I'm in the hotel."

"Good, good. Okay, let me know if there is anything I can do to help."

I nod my head, understanding it all. "Anything else?" I begin to get up, but he motions me to stay seated.

"What do you think of our middle hitter, Kendra? Should she be benched?" He takes out his roster papers, looking them over.