" Philip get your fucking head in the game. You know what go give me sixteen laps around the practice field. What the hell were you picking up grass and holding up to the sun for. You weirdo ass kid! " Coach Baz said.
" Yes sir. " Philip replied. Man why is coach always mad at me I didn't do anything wrong but play with nature. Man coach is an asshole. He's always down talking me because i'm the skinniest on the team.
" Hello. Do you have it. I don't want to hear anything else but yes I have it or no I don't. And if you say no I do not have it. You know what will happen. " Baz said.
" I don't have it, but i'll have within the next 24 hours. " The man on the phone said.
" Nope you're too late. You had your chance. " Baz replied.
It was the look on his face that told the whole team that he was extremely pissed off. The whole team and coaches were looking at him.
Then a retarded player asked " Hey coach are you alright."
The whole team had their focus on that dumb ass receiver. All of a sudden the coach's face began to ease up a bit. Everyone was wondering what the hell is wrong with coach.
Coach Baz pulls two of the other coaches to the side and told them that " I need you
guys to make sure varsity runs through their defensive plays and make sure jv runs through their offensive plays. I need a break . I will be back I just need some motrins and something to eat. Can you guys handle them. " Baz says.
" Yes sir. " The other coaches say.
Coach Baz starts power walking to his black SUV. Philip stood back and watched coach get in his car while everyone else just got back to practicing. He looked closer at what coach Baz was doing, and it kind of looked like coach pulled out a pistol, and and drove off fast as fuck.
" Coach I have to go I have a doctor's appointment that starts at 6:30, and it is 5:48. Philip said. He didn't have doctor appointment, but he was just curious about what coach was doing.
" Yeah go ahead, but tomorrow you're going to finish what you were doing. Got that. " One of the assistant coaches said.
" Yes sir. " Philip replied. Philip began to jog back to the locker room and go put on his regular clothes. When he comes out he sees coach come back because he must have dropped something. So, Philip jumps back and waits for him to get back into the car. He guess he dropped a piece to his gun. As Coach Baz got back in the car and started it up, Philip started crouching down and going towards his car. Baz speeds and Philip goes sprinting to his little red car. He gets in and speeds off. He even forgot to put his seatbelt on.
" Little stupid ass bitch I got his ass now. You wanna take my money, well guess what you can have something else. You can have 5 bullets in your chest, and you can have my glock 19 hit across your face you dumb ass bitch. " Coach Baz tells himself.
Philip is wondering what coach Baz is telling himself. Baz makes a left on 10th street west and I. Coach Baz pulls into an alley and stops. Philip doesn't know where to go so he just pulls into a car dealership and he goes to see what is going on from a distance.
" Do you have my money bitch. And don't give me an explanation I just want to hear you answer this yes or no question. Now do you have my money bitch. " Baz says.
" Alright time to get things under control." Philip whispered to himself. Philip pulls out his phone and began to dial 911*.
" Hello, you have dialed 911 what is your emergency. " The lady on the answer machine said.
Philip looked at what coach was doing and then replied " Umm my football coach has a gun and is trying to kill someone get here fast please, thank you, and bye bye. " Philip went to turn back around, and found a glock 19 barrel to his face. He tripped and fell backwards. Baz still had the gun to his face he pulled him up.
" What the hell are you doing here. Ear hustling I knew something was fishy about you. Well looks like you're a witness so I guess i'll have to kill you too." Baz said.
" No please no I won't tell a soul just don't do this. " Philip knew that he might not see his parents anymore, but at the same time he knew that the cops were on their way. He wondered before the end of his young life came to an end where was the other guy he was originally trying to kill. Then the next thing he knows is that there is a big guy standing over him with another gun to his face. Then he knew, he fucked up. He nearly passed out after seeing the mystery man. Then something just gave him faith that he would live to see another day. It was police sirens from a distance.
" Ah shit the 5 0 is here let's kill him! " The mystery man said.
" Put the gun down put the gun down! " The policemen said.
Philip blacked out then he heard a two gunshot. Then he thought he was gone.
" Are you okay." The officer said.
Everything was a blur for Philip, but all he knew was that his life would never be the same.
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My Life Would Never Be The Same
Short StoryA football player who finds out that his coach is a psycho killer and is full of rage when he isn't coaching the student athletes.