Lost and Alone (Beau Bennett)

Chapter 1

Hi, Emily Brookes here. I am 21, and my boyfriend and I are going to a Bruins vs Penguins game tonight! My boyfriend likes the Bruins, while I am a fan of the Pens. My boyfriend and I have been dating for 2 years, and these tickets were a gift from me, for him, for our 2nd anniversary. I originated from Pittsburgh, but I've been living with my friend, in Boston. I graduated high school early, along with college. I really want to be a professional photographer. Anyway, we're in the car, making bets on whether I can get Marc-Andre Fleury to tap the glass for my sign.

He didn't think I could. I had made a sign that said, "Flower's in the Cage!" and I drew a picture of an angry flower, in a cage, eating a bear. Personally, I thought it looked good. Once we got to the TD Garden, they checked our tickets and my sign, and then we found our seats. I left my boyfriend, and went down to the glass, behind the Penguins' net. I put my sign up to the glass and waited for the players to come out for warm ups. They finally came out, and I made sure I got Flower's attention. When he passed me for the third time, he wiped the snow off of his stick, and tapped the glass.

I cheered, along with the Pens fans around me. After warm-ups, I went back to my seat and waited a few minutes, before the players came out for their real entrance. The game had just started, and I had already got a bit of beer spilt on me... FROM MY OWN BOYFRIEND! I sat in my seat and watched the game. When the Penguins scored first, I stood up and yelled. My boyfriend scoffed at me and turned to by 50/50 tickets from the man selling them. The game continued. The Bruins had scored and my boyfriend cheered; it got waved off, then I cheered. Finally the second period had started and one of the Pens, Bennett, got checked, awkwardly, into the boards.

I looked at him, and he was on his knees. I watched as he slammed his glove into the ice, and then slowly got off; limping towards the bench. Something was totally wrong. Bennett left the bench and went into the locker rooms. I whimpered, since he was an injured Penguin, and my boyfriend started laughing. I stared at him in disgust. He just shrugged and continued watching the game. Soon enough, the third period started, and Bennett was back out. I cheered inside and watched the game. I had to go to the bathroom, later on, so I got up and left.

Once I got back, I saw my boyfriend kissing a random puck slut. I screamed internally, and went back to my seat. There was a commercial break, so they were doing 50/50. I watched the audience to see who had won it. Then I heard my boyfriend yell. I looked over at him and realized he had the winning number. He had won 6,000 dollars. I tapped his arm and said, "Congrats babe." He scoffed and said, "Yea, Emily. Don't call me that anymore. We're over." Then he wrapped his arms around the puck slut, and said, "Good luck finding someone who will actually love you." And then he left. I stood there in shock and felt a tear slide down my cheek.

The fans around me all tried comforting me. I thanked them and then curled up in my seat. The game ended, and Pens won in overtime. I left and sat outside in the cold, remembering, my new ex was my ride home. I also realized that I just wanted to go home to my family in Pittsburgh. I called my friend, apologized, and told her that I was going to move back to Pittsburgh. I would start a new life there; One without my terrible ex-boyfriend. I sat there and waited.

Waited for what? You may ask; well, waiting for a miracle, I guess. After sitting for two hours, I heard a metal gate open. I looked over to my left, shivered, and saw a big coach bus. I ignored it and continued playing with the poster in my hands. A few minutes later, and I saw a bright light. My miracle; I looked up and saw that someone, in a trench coat, was holding a flashlight. My eyes quickly adjusted to his face. He mumbled, "I knew it" and then asked, "One way trip to Pittsburgh?" I slowly nodded my head, my eyes wide, and he said, "That'll cost one awesome Penguins poster" I chuckled and handed it to him. Then he held out a hand to help me up, and led me onto the bus.

Then I began a mini-adventure. I, Emily Brookes, was sitting on the Pittsburgh Penguins coach bus, next to the one and only, Marc-Andre Fleury. It was like a dream come true. He asked me questions, I answered them. Then I mumbled, "You smell like shaving cream" he chuckled and said, "That's what 300 wins will do for you Emily. Now get some rest" I nodded and dosed off, leaning against the window. Then we got on the plane and I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, and passed out again, back at my seat.