Teaser, Tester or Protector

|Chapter Three|

9:40a.m.

A whole hour later and I'm finally at school. I burst through the front doors and head straight for my locker. Not that I ever bring books anyways. I lean against it for a few minutes trying to compose myself. Everything hurts so bad. I don't know how I'm even here.

"Hey mate" says Ryan as he slaps me on the back not realising my physical pain. I keep in my grunt this time. They can't know how bad I am.

"You's alright boys" I turn around with a smile.

"Yeh what's up you weren't in the first few classes?" John speaks up.

"Right, I was just out doing a few laps of the pitch to catch up on some training is all"  I nod them on and tell them I'd catch up with them later.

I head to the changing rooms. I need to shake this off. Maybe if I train myself hard enough I'll forget the pain. I take off my top and look in the mirror. Nice few war wounds.

I change into my gear and just throw on a white top. I don't think my body can hold all the protection right now. I grab a ball and jog out to the pitch. Jogging to the pitch is even killing me. I make myself run as hard as I can.

I think about all the shitty things going on. That idiot and useless excuse of a father. I'm a piece of shit? look at yourself man, drinking every second of the day throwing our money down the damn drain.

I start punching the cushions on the post. All I can see is his ugly face. It's between him and Barns. Everytime the face switches I get angrier which in turn means more punching. My ribs are aching, I can't feel my arms but I can see them still going. I'm still going until I physically can't stand. Beads of sweat falling off of me. I slide down the pole and straight to the ground.

"So you like pain or something?" I open my eyes slightly, standing there in the pouring rain once again. Her.

"You stalking me now?" I question.

"Nope, actually came out for some practise. I saw you in the changing rooms" she walks towards me slowly.

I stare at the ground knowing what she saw.

"You need to go to the hospital. Your not okay. Your back is covered Jay and don't deny it I saw it all, and that definitely isn't from the match" she informs.

"It's got nothing to do with you. Why the fuck are you even here? This isn't your turf go back to Baltimore" I snarl.

"What's your problem seriously? Do you have a deal with people caring or something?" She shouts.

I put my head in my hands. Woah I don't feel so great. I lean back against the pole and try push myself back up. When I stand I start to fall and she catches me. Everything's moving. I feel like I've lost all control of my body. I cling to her knowing she's all that's keeping me from smashing to the ground.

"Jay please let me bring you to the hospital, you can barley stand on your own two feet" she begs.

I look at her. Her eyes soft and begging. I nod my head slowly before passing out.

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All I can hear are loud noises and people talking a lot. I blink a few times trying to focus my vision. Shit that's bright.
I put my hand over my eyes trying to block out that extremely bright light, But my hand doesn't stay up for long before it falls back down to my side. I look over and there she is staring at me, her hand on mine.

"Well hello there. Have a nice sleep?" She half smiles.

"Where am I? What happened?" I glance around the room before my gaze fix's on my body. There's wires sticking into my arms and chest.

"Your in hospital, you kind of passed out back at the pitch, your not exactly an easy person to drag half way across the field and into my car but I still done it" she laughs trying to make lighter of the situation.

"No way am I staying in a hospital" I try and get out of the bed but she jumps up and stops me. She holds me down.

"Don't even try Alvarrez. Your in a serious way and I've got you here so now ur staying until they've fixed you up you got that?" She glares straight at me.

"What did they say about it all?" I ask softly. I don't think I want to know the answer to this.

"Well em they want to ask you some questions because not everything adds up. I told them that you had a football match a few days ago and got injured but they said you've other serious injures that couldn't of just happened by a tackle so.." she looks at me as if she's asking for answers herself.

I look away. Exactly why I didn't want to come to hospital. They'd find out my other problems and make a big deal out of them. I can handle my father. I can take the punches and the kicks. I take them so my mother doesn't have to. I let him take his anger out on me so he doesn't on anyone else.

The doctor walks in. Wearing his stupid white coat and holding a stupid clip board. Bet he's got all his questions down and his possible answers to the questions. I ain't telling him shit. They can't make me.

"Hello Jay. I'm doctor Morgan. I just want to ask you a few simple questions about your injures. Would you like to speak alone?" He looks at her.

"It doesn't bother me I've got nothing to hide. My injures are just from a tackle in a match that's it. Now can I go?"

She stands up and puts her hand on mine.

"Please tell him the truth. He can help you and make you feel better so all that pain can go away and you'll be okay again. So you can play football without worrying about anything. Maybe be able to give me a fair game this time?" She smirks.

I nod at her. And just like that. She had my attention. She was stuck in my mind. Even when she left she was still here. I could still feel the presence of her hand on mine. It calmed me. She calmed me.