USWNT Oneshots

Before- Christen Press

I sat down on the squishy hotel bed and hung my head. I practiced awful today and I was just losing every go damn ball. I was letting the forwards break down the back line.

I wouldn't talk to anyone so when I was open and our team lost the ball in the scrimmage, Coach Vlatko would yell at me to talk.

I'm not up for our later practice because right now I just want to cry. I want to sob into my pillow. I want my heart to stop hurting.

Hours before practice my Dad texted me saying my mom is getting taken off of life support tonight, and I can't be there.

There's no flights in time and she's halfway across the country.

I'm not the person to pile my problems on others. I usually keep it all inside before I have a mental breakdown or I snap and get myself hurt. I'm a dumb teenager and it's happened before.

I called my Dad and talked to Mom and she explained how she was so proud. I talked to my older sister Ella and she said she'd be flying out after Mom got taken off.

Right now, sitting in this dark room my thoughts were racing. I'm not going to be able to say goodbye to my mother. The woman who got me to where I am today. The woman who picked me up every time I fell and cleaned my scrapes when I got hurt.

A tear ran down my cheek and I picked up my phone. I wiped the tear quickly and shoved my phone into my jacket pocket.

I walked over to the tall mirror that was next to the counter in me and Lindsey's room. Our stuff was all over the counter and the uno cards we played with last night, still everywhere.

It made me smile, thinking about last night. Before my world came crashing down.

I fixed my hair and my pre-wrap before opening my hotel door. I let it close before turning right to walk down the modern hallway. I let out a shaky breath and started walking down the stairs.

I'm too scared of elevators to take one alone.

Once I made it to the Lobby floor I opened the door and it slammed behind me. I walked into the rather beautiful lobby and into the room our team was supposed to meet at before we loaded the bus to go to our later training session.

"Hey Y/N! Where've you been?" Mal asks with and a smile and I walk past, ignoring her completely.

I don't want to be rude, it's just I'm scared if I talk I'll fall apart.

I just simply walk past everyone and outside to where the bus is. Vlatko is talking to his team of coaches and he smiles at me.

"Y/N! Did you get something good to eat for lunch?" He asked and I lied, shaking my head yes. He nodded and smiled. "Good!"

The bus driver opened the door and I found my normal seat but walked right past it. I usually sit with Mal or Rose. Even Lindsey sometimes.

I just put in my headphones and didn't play music. I went on my phone and looked over my emails. Just a bunch of junk.

I go to my text messages and read over the text my Dad sent earlier in the day. I didn't bother to respond. I didn't know how to respond.

I looked over the message multiple times before a tear fell on my hand. I quickly wiped it, hearing the bus get louder from girls getting on.