The Hockey Life - A Patrick Kane Fanfic

Part Seventy - Sorry

PART SEVENTY: SORRY

Clink. The sound of plates and glasses being taken out of cupboards were what I woke up to. I kept my eyes closed and listened to the activity in the kitchen. I heard something pop out of the toaster. The aroma of bagels wafted over to my nose, due to the open concept of the apartment. My stomach grumbled, and I knew I needed to fill it with breakfast. I reluctantly threw the blanket I slept with off my body and got up off the couch. I padded over to the kitchen, where Patrick was retrieving cream cheese from the refrigerator. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but I knew that I was still feeling uneasy about our fight the night before. I decided not to say anything unless he did. He looked at me and I looked at him at the same time without trying to. At first, we ignored the fact that we had made eye contact, but then he decided to talk.

“Good morning,” he said as I put a bagel of my own into the toaster that he had left plugged in for me.

“’Morning,” I replied, not looking at him. Things were too strange right then. I didn’t feel like I needed to apologize for anything, and I wasn’t sure if he was going to apologize either.

He didn’t. He seemed to sense that I wasn’t in the mood for a conversation and he didn’t say another word. We ate our breakfast in silence. We got ready separately after we ate and I drove myself to practice in my car while he took his. I didn’t want to deal with the eerie quiet of a car ride with him, or the conversation he might attempt to have with me if we went together.

Patrick’s P.O.V.

Lena and I hadn’t gone to practice separately in forever. It didn’t feel right to drive to practice without her, but I knew it was what she wanted. Part of me felt like talking to her, but another part of me felt like giving her space. We both needed to stay away from each other for a while. I had never seen her so angry, and I had never been that mad around her, let alone AT her. Maybe time was all we needed to cool down.

I arrived at practice and went straight to the locker room. I got dressed quickly and went out on the ice as soon as possible. I needed to get lost in the sport, like I usually did when I was feeling distraught. As soon as Coach Q rallied my teammates and I up and started us out on a drill, I put everything into it and didn’t talk to anyone.

“Are you okay, dude?” Jonathan wondered in the middle of the drill when he noticed how focused and silent I was.

“Just work on your shots,” I snapped, ignoring his question.

“Are you the new captain now or something?” he asked, and I didn’t respond. “Seriously. I can tell something’s bothering you, and it would be best for the team if you just talked about it and let out some steam. Are you and Lena still fighting?” I let out a hot breath, knowing he was right, and I decided to open up.

“I don’t know, I guess. She slept on the couch last night and we drove here separately. We aren’t really talking, either,” I explained.

“Wow, that’s rough,” Johnny answered.