Football Coach

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Mr T lifted up my shirt as soon as we walked in, examining me. I knew it wasn't bad but he had still gasped. "What happened to you?" I shrugged as he pulled my jersey down and sat down on the bench. "You better tell me the truth, kid. This is serious." I sighed. Should I? He seems trustworthy and right now, I'm in a situation. "My dad." Is all I said. "You mean, your dad did this? How long has this been going on?" "My whole life. My mum and dad fight and drink and now this." "Do you have any other family members you can live with besides them?" "My sister, but she's always busy." "Oh. Well. Someone has to call the p-" "NO! FUCK THAT! I mean-" "Excuse me?" I gulped. "N-nothing, coach. It's just that-" "No, stop there. You do not tell me to deliberately fuck off and think you get away with it. I can't really spank you or make you work or anything but I have a different solution. Sit down." He is not really doing what I think he is, right? I watched as he dug through his bag and pulled out an orange bottle with liquid. I peered at the label. 'Fish Oil.' What the hell? Why fish oil?  Then he pulled out a red and white small container.

"What's that?" "Candy." "Candy? Can't be that bad." He smirked and shook his head. "Open." He demanded after he poured the fish oil onto the spoon. "What?! NO!" He smacked my bum and that got my mouth to open. He poured the oily liquid into my mouth and I spluttered. He pushed his hand over my mouth and glared. "Spit it out and I'll put another spoonful in that nasty mouth of yours!" Mr Tomlinson glared and I nodded, tears emitting in my eyes and he capped the fish oil and put it down. "Another 10 seconds then you swallow and then the candy." I nodded slightly as he counted out loud. "1." He said out loud and I thought I was going to die. The taste of the fish oil was nasty in my mouth and I wanted to puke it up but I am not having another. "8. 9. And ten. Swallow it all." I squeezed my eyes closed tightly and scrunched my face up as I swallowed the substance. "The candy now then you can rinse your mouth, cub." I nodded. Surely, the candy will help, right? He uncapped the container and then turned to me. "Close your eyes and only when I say you will open them. You may not bite, swallow, or spit this out until it is fully dissolved." I nodded obediently and shifted in my position. My back hurt but I'll make it. I closed my eyes tightly as he turned and said to open my mouth. I did and he quickly put two things in my mouth. And as soon as they were in my mouth watered, and the sourness of the candies overtook my senses. I cried out and coach quickly shushed me. "Close your mouth and open your eyes." I did as he said and my blue watery eyes peered up into his and he smiled sympathetically. "Sorry, cub. But you know you can't just disrespect me like that." I nodded as he sat beside me and massaged my back for me, skipping the wound. I felt as the candy turned non-tasting and soon, it was gone. I breathed in and my mouth burned. I think I burnt it! Coach smiled sympathetically and smiled as he took a small packet of pure honey and held it out for me. "Here. This'll help soothe the pain, cub." I nodded and took it-

I opened it and poured the honey onto my tongue and sighed at the relief. "Thanks, coach." Tomlinson smiled and took out a bag and pulled out this weird looking cube of something. "What's that?" "Marshmellow wrapped with sweet caramel. Here. Take two and pop them in your mouth. It'll help." I nodded, slightly wary. What if it's hot or something? Is my punishment over? I took two from the bag and examined them. "Cub, they won't hurt you. They are sweet. As soon as you finish, we are going to go out and practice kicking the ball to each other, scoring, and controlling." I nodded and popped the candies in my mouth. And oh my gosh. They were good. They had melted in my mouth and dissolved and the sour taste and foul oil taste of the last. Coach packed his bags and laid them beside mine, pulling me out. "ROLE CALL LADIES! NOW! You ran your 15 laps already, yes? Jones! You missed last practice, huh?!" "Yes, sir. I'm sorry." The boy said quietly, and Coach stared at him. "Jones, one more of these god damn lates and your off the team. Give me nine laps around the gym." The coach said coldly and Jones jumped up and started his laps as Coach turned to the rest of us. "Today, we are practising the controlling of the ball, passing, and scoring. So, get up and I'm going to grab a football and we'll start." He grabbed and ball and put it in the middle. "We are going to do a practice game. Teams are red, which are, Jamison, Ryder, Allister, Davidson, Zander, and Crew. The blue is Sebastian, Alexander, Blankenship, Austins, Braun, and Darren. GET TO IT LADIES!" Coach Tomlinson yelled and blew a whistle. I went to mid-field and ran straight for the ball as did Braun. I got the ball before him and used the Lace technique to control the ball as I dribbled it. Lifting up my knee, I pointed my toes downwards, locked my ankles, and used my laces to dribble the ball-

As defenders came at me, I brought my knee towards me and quickly descended sideways, not letting them get the ball from me. I kicked the ball in between the legs of a mid-field and it flew in between them, up, and Allister chest-butted the ball and got it. He kicked the ball hard and Austins tried to block it but it went straight past his hands into the goal. Coach blew the whistle again and set the ball in the middle. This time Darren and I both went at it and Darren literally pushed me back so hard I flew. I stumbled but caught my balance as I ran for the ball. Darren was already halfway down the field as I ran up to him, kicked the ball upwards, juggling it twice then dropped it down to my feet, kicked it hard and far as it flew past heads. And into the goal. Crew screamed in glee and clapped me on the shoulder. "God, dude! Your good, little man!" Davidson smirked and I nodded. Coach smiled in fondness as he blew the whistle, putting the ball in the middle and blowing it again. Zander went for it and got it as I ran past and zoomed to one open spot. Zander kicked it to me and Darren came up to me again. "Your difficult but I am not giving up on making your life hell." He growled and I smirked. "You sure about that?" I rainbowed it backwards, running around him and getting the ball again as I dribbled it down the court and alternating between sides to get it between people. I kicked it to Ryder who dribbled it down the court and kicked it into the goal. Finally... The last 'game.' "ALRIGHT, LADIES! SO FAR, THIS GAME IS SAD! DARREN GET IT UP AND MOVING! COME ON BOYS!" Tomlinson yelled and Darren growled. "THE BOY NEEDS TO BE NOT-SO INTO THE GAME, COACH!" Darren yelled and I smiled sadistically at him. "It's just you need to grow up and actually be good for once, Mr I-THOUGHT-I-WAS-GOOD!" I said the last in a mocking tone and made hand-motions and he growled and put his hands up. "I so wanna choke you right." "You are not choking anyone on this team, Matthews. Get it together and actually be good right now. A 12-year-old is beating you and its sad to see." Coach blew the whistle and Darren ran to the ball. I went easy and he got the ball. A little bit in front of his goal, I spun, got the ball between my feet, jumped, let it go, and landed back on my feet with me dribbling the ball. Darren ran at me as I made it down the court and kicked it into the net. "RED TEAM WINS! BLUE TEAM NEEDS TO STEP IT UP! Go and get changed and leave! I don't want to see any of your ugly faces anymore! SHAPE UP!" Coach yelled. I sighed and just threw the jacket I had on. "That all you have? I'm driving you home, cub." I shook my head. "Coach, you don't have to. It's just down a few blocks..." I lied through my teeth. "Don't lie to me. I know where your house is, I followed you once. It's about a 25-minute walk and it's raining. So, get in my damn car and lets go." I smiled at his care and nodded. "Alright." "Also... I'm thinking of talking to my girlfriend, cub. Do you maybe want to come home with us, to like be adopted?" Wait, what?