Sasha Scott

Chapter 6

Hello everyone ! I am sorry for the mistakes. This chapter has been quite difficult to translate.
Though I hope you'll have a pleasant reading ! Feel free to leave a comment...

I stare at the TV without really paying attention to the current program. An arm enters my field of vision. Rachel puts a steaming cup on the coffee table. She sits next to me on the edge of the couch and readjusts the blanket over my body. She takes a deep breath.

« Sasha ?

- Hmm ?

- Do you want to tell me what happened ? »

What happened... Honestly, even I don't understand how this day got this bad.

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Four days ago.

I'm about to leave the locker room and follow my teammates for morning training when a hand grabs my wrist.

« Sasha, wait !

- Since when do you call me by my first name ? I'm being ironic.

- Since I can feel something's wrong with you, replies Kelley in a deep voice.

- It's probably because I haven't had coffee in two days. Rachel broke the only machine in the house ! » I exclaim with an outraged look on my face.

I give her a quick smile and hope that this answer will be sufficient for her, and then I pull out of her grip to get out of the locker room. She follows me without delay and runs a few strides to get up to my level.

- I'm not kidding, Sasha. For the past few days you've been completely off during practice, you look tired all the time, you dodge every conversation, no matter who's talking to you, and it's getting worse and worse. And, clearly, your reaction only confirms the fact that you're avoiding the subject and, worse, that you're avoiding me !

- Caffeine ravages ! I attempt to joke.

A few meters away from reaching the rest of the team, Kelley grabs my arm and runs past me, forcing me to stop walking. I carefully avoid her gaze. This girl has the opportunity to read me like an open book and there's no way I'm going to give her this chance.

- Damn it ! What scares you so much that you don't want to talk to me about it ?

I sigh. Irrepressibly, I'm starting to lose my patience and I know she's aware of it. Her face gets softer.

- So much that she can't even look me in the eye ? » she asks me in an almost begging voice.

I force myself to raise my eyes to hers. I give her a quick glance that clearly means « happy now ? » and I release my arm from her hand. I join my other teammates as Harvey gives the first warm-up instructions.

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Two days ago.

As for the last three days the training has been going badly. In fact, it's a disaster. At the end of the session the coach beckons me to join her. Before she even says anything, I already know that I'm going to have a hard time.

- What's going on ? she asks me, with her arms folded over her chest.

Where to start ? My failure in training since the beginning of the week, my goddamn feelings towards O'Hara, my out-of-control crisis which only await a slight crack in the machine to come back on full power, or the fact that Saturday will sadly mark the fifth anniversary of my father's death ?