Just One Kiss || David Dobrik X Reader ✔

Chapter 41: Shedding Tears

I sat in the hospital waiting room in absolute silence. My elbows rested on my legs as my fingers were intertwined and hands covered my mouth. David's hand was laid on my leg, which I stared at trying to keep myself sane. I closed my eyes. They began to burn with tears begging to fall. I tilted my head back and opened my eyes back up. Of course, it didn't help. A tear rolled down my cheek and straight down my neck. I put my hands to my face again. I couldn't believe I was here.

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"I can't do it Dad!" I whined throwing the bat to the ground.

"Hey, I gave up on my dream of baseball because my Dad told me I couldn't do it." I said walking over to me. "I'm not going to do that to you. I know you can hit and catch the ball. So, do it" He smiled.

I smiled at him and picked the bat back up. I placed my feet in the proper position and raised the bat.

"Pitch the ball" I smiled.

~Last Softball Game of Senior Year~

~Tournaments~

~4th Inning~

~Two Outs~

~Bases Loaded~

~17 Guest - 14 Home~

I dug my cleats into the dirt to the side of the base. I lowered my bat, touching the center of the base. I took a deep breath before raising the bat. The pitcher took a breath before dropping her shoulder, swinging her arm back, twisting, and throwing the ball.

"Ball" The umpire said.

I repeated my warm up, raised the bat, and waited for the pitch. She threw the ball.

"STRIIIIKE!" The umpire yelled.

I took a step out of the box. I loosened the muscles in my shoulders and exhaled. I stepped back into the box, raised the bat, and waited for the pitch. The ball came in. I swung. The ball flew right under the bat.

"STRIIIIKE!" The umpire yelled.

Almost all in slow motion, I lowered the bat to the base. I turned my head to see my family on the edge of their seats. My Grandma and Grandpa on my Dad's side and Grandma on my Mom's side all completely silent. My Mom looking like she was about to have a panic attack. Newlyweds, Garrett and Kristen holding hands in hope. I looked over at the dugout. My whole team's fingers trough the holes of the fence. All on their feet. Holding their breath. Our way of connecting with each other while batting. Robert. The secondary coach of out team. Standing at first base. He nodded his head. His way of telling me I got this. I turned my head once more to third base. My team's coach. My coach. My father. At third base. Not a speck of worry in his eyes. Not hope. Not panic. Only confidence. I turned back to the pitcher. She spit out her gum. I took my gum out of my mouth and stuck it to the grip of my bat. I lifted the bat. The pitcher threw her shoulder back. Arm down. Back. Around. And trow. The ball speeds towards me. A good old fastball. I took a deep breath. Lifted my front leg. Twisted my back leg. Smashed my front leg back to the ground. And swung. The satisfying sound of ball hitting bat echoed through the park. I watched for a second as the ball flew past the outfield players. I dropped my bat and sprinted down the first base line. My foot pushed off of first base. Off of second base. Off of third base. Down the third base line. We were tied now. 17 - 17. I hit the ground and slid. The most perfect slide I've ever pulled off. My foot hit home plate. The ball hit the catchers glove. The park was silent. You could hear a pin drop. Everyone rose from their seats.