Book 2 of 'My Mom Is Who?'
Cody's journey continues, and it's filled with more ups and downs than before. Follow her story as she juggles life with relationship drama, work, addiction and having a famous soccer player for a mom, all while transform...
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| Jack |
I sit on the sidelines after running drills, taking a long sip of water from the bottle Christen handed me, and watch Kelley as she runs sprints. She barely gives herself time to catch her breath before she starts pushing her body to it's limits...again.
"She's overworking." Amy mutters as she takes a seat beside Christen and I. "What's going on with her?"
I glance at the veteran to see she's already staring at me and from my peripheral vision, I can see Press watching me, too. I suddenly feel so small between the two.
"Uhh...dunno." I stutter, internally scolding myself. "I gotta go."
I try and stand, with the sole purpose of fleeing from the oncoming onslaught of question after question about my mom's and whatever the hell is happening between them.
"I don't think so." Press states, grabbing my shirt and pulling me back to the ground and landing on my ass. "What's wrong with-"
"Everything okay here?" Kelley asks as she finally decides to give her body a rest, brows furrowing at the scene in front of her.
"Everything's great! Perfect timing!" I grin, genuinely happy that she saved me, even if she doesn't know it.
"Press?" Kelley turns her attention to one half of my tormenting duo, and I silently pray that she doesn't ask my mom a damn thing, but then she does.
"What's going on with you?" Christen stands, giving Kelley her full attention and I shrink when the defender glances at me. "Jack won't tell us anything, but it's obvious that something is wrong."
"Jack, can you give us a minute?" Kelley asks and I jump to my feet immediately.
"Abso-fucking-lutely!" I jog away, ignoring O'Hara when she scolds me for my language.
| Kelley |
"Why would she end things?" Amy asks, standing with Press and I, I shift uncomfortably.
"I dont want to talk about this anymore." I mutter, trying to walk away when Christen puts both hands on my shoulders and looks me dead in the eyes.
"Too damn bad. You're bottling it up and it's obviously not doing any good." She motions with her head toward the field.
"It's not just one reason..." I trail off, and both women nod, telling me to continue. "The distance, my career, Jack-"
"Me?" A heartbroke voice interrupts, and my eyes widen when I see Jack. She tries to fight back the tears in her eyes, and before I can say anything, she turns and runs.
"Jack!"
I grab my kit bag, ignoring the confused stares from my teammates, and run after my daughter. The deadful pit in my stomach deepens when I watch her pull out of the parking lot at speed, not glancing back to me when I continue to yell at her.
