Fire in her Heart and Ice in her Veins.

Chapter 18

Sunday, August 13, 1979...4:30 p.m.

Jacks POV...

I'm going to do it. 

I finally have the courage to tell Chelsea that I'm sorry for what I did to make her stop talking to me. I don't know what I did yet and I asked the guys if they knew why, which is why I went out for lunch with them today. 

Since Friday, I haven't been able to even say all but a few words to her and I feel terrible. Something happened at practice the other day that made her upset with me, even before I got in that fight with McClanahan. I have no idea what I did to make her angry with me, but Rizzo said it was pretty obvious and both he and Mark Johnson knew why Chelse was upset. 

They said it wasn't there place to tell me why and that I needed to sort things out with Chelsea, but how can I do that when the girl will barley even look in my direction!? 

After lunch today, we went to the gym to workout a bit, and Rizzo wanted to go golf after that so we went and did that. I didn't want to go golfing and just wanted to go back to talk to Chelsea, but I got dragged in to it and didn't have a choice. 

Its been gone for 4 hours and I'm just getting back now. Finally. 

I stepped out of the elevator, and walked down the hallway to my room, reciting my apology in my head.  I walked past this family with a little girl around the age of four, and a little boy around the same age, maybe a few years older. The little boy pulled on the little girls ponytail, making her scream. The little girl started hitting her brother, and the little boy started screaming to. The parents grabbed them both roughly by their tiny hands and pulled them closer to them as I walked past.  I frowned as I watched the family disappear around the corner. 

Growing up I never had any siblings. I've always wanted one, but never got one. My parents were lucky enough to have me, because my mom...she had complications. 

My mother was diagnosed with meningitis when I was seven years old. She suffered from the illness for years, barley remembering who even my father was. 

By the time my mom got better, I was already 11 years old...and my dad didn't want to have another child and be an old man by the time he or she graduated high school. But Before my mom was diagnosed, my father and her tired to have another child. 

In fact my mom went through three miscarriages. Three. I could've had three siblings. Brother or sister...I didn't care. All I cared about was having someone to grow up with. Someone to argue with...play hockey with..someone to experience life with. 

I hated being alone. But I got used to it. 

My room that I shared with Chelsea came into sight and a wave of excitement and anxiety came over me. This was it, I was going to make things right with Chelse. I ran up to the door and flung it open. 

But I didn't see Chelsea in our room. She must be out..but I saw her truck in the parking lot. Wait whats that?

My eyes scanned the room, and fell upon a note on our nightstand. I ran over to the nightstand and grabbed the note and started reading the letter anxiously. 

To Jack,

I guess you're back now from your trip with Rizzo, Mark, and Jim. Hope you had a good time. Your probably wondering where I ran off to, considering I'm not back at the room. I don't know how to put this gently...but I'm gone. I left. I'm sorry ...well not really, but I had to leave.

" NO NO NO! You can't go back to Buffalo! I need you!" I yelled at the letter. " don't quit the team just because I fucked up!"