- Third book - Cannot be read as a stand-alone! Read The Secrets Of Finnley first!
"A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step."
Two years after Finnley first dissappeared, Cristian finds himself back at square one. With no idea whe...
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- Saturday, February 3rd, –
Today I'm going to ignore my gut feeling telling me not to drink too much. I skipped the first dose of medication for the day, not planning on taking them tonight either.
I'm not planning on keeping Oliver's hatred towards alcohol in mind either.
Today is my birthday, and I'm planning on a trip to oblivion.
Fits my oblivious state anyway.
We're down to the last ten minutes of our soccer match, and we're in the lead after I scored two goals. Our opponent is trying to score at least one goal and we know the number one we beat last week, lost another game this morning. We could take over the lead, as we only lost one game to them a couple of months ago.
I opened the score early in the game, in the sixth minute, scoring the second after another three minutes.
Not much has happened since. We've been passing the ball around our defence, not putting in much effort to score another goal, or to risk them from scoring at all.
But for the last 10 minutes, the opponent started putting more pressure onto our defence and they've been close to scoring a goal.
I'm currently in the middle of the field, waiting for them to take a corner, impatiently tapping my foot.
I watch the ball fly through the sky, nearing the goal, straight towards their best player.
Oliver is right beside him, but the guy jumps higher in a duel to get to the ball first. I feel the defender who's been getting on my nerves bump into me, missing the moment of action as I send him an unimpressed look.
Then, there's cheering, shouting, and I snap my head back, groaning as I see the ball in the back of the goal. The opponents' players cheering loudly, running back to their side of the field, but Oliver still on the ground, holding his head.
I frown, knowing Oliver doesn't just stay down for nothing.
"What happened?" I ask as Sam nears me with an angry look on his face.
"The guy elbowed Oliver. Think he's bleeding out of his lip."
The referee is standing with him, while the assistant coach Jack and our caretaker Hans run towards Oliver with water and whatnot to take care of whatever's wrong with him.
"He did it on purpose, I swear." Felix joins our little group, and the three of us wait for Oliver to get back on his feet.
But minutes pass and he isn't getting up, and I'm starting to worry, wondering why he isn't getting up.
"I'm going to see what's wrong." I tell Felix and Sam, passing Jaimie on my way back – who's eyeing the guy who hurt Oliver with an evil look on his face – and jog towards Oliver.
