Still Remembering

CH. 11:

 I put my head on the table and rubbed my temples in frustration. The Avs had been eliminated from the playoffs a week ago, and ever since then Tyson has been nothing short of an asshole. He barely spoke to me and when he did, it was either short and snotty or ended in a screaming match. We had just finished screaming at each other and I had walked out onto the balcony and sat down at the patio set that was out there, looking out at the sunset. I couldn't tell you how long I stayed out there, but the sun was all the way down and the chill in the air got to be too much, so I headed inside. The house was quiet so I assumed Tyson had gone to sleep. I went to the kitchen and opened the freezer and grabbed the small tub of ice cream Tyson kept in there for me. Everything else in his house was way too healthy for my mental state. I took the tub of ice cream and a spoon and went and sat on the couch. I turned on the TV and shuffled through the channels but nothing seemed like it was going to help take my mind off my thoughts so I just turned the TV off and focused on my ice cream.
  "I thought you went home." I jumped when Tyson came out of his room and stood against the wall across from me.
  "I was out on the balcony. Do you want me to go home?" he shrugged.
  "I'm tired of fighting Jana." I raised my eyebrow trying to decide what words I was going to use, trying to keep this from going where I was afraid it was going to go.
  "Tyson, I don't want to fight with you. You've just been so angry since you guys were eliminated and trust me I get it, I really do. You can't keep taking it out on me though, its not my fault."
  "Maybe it was." he said and I could feel my heart shatter and I looked at him with hurt in my eyes.
  "How would it be my fault Tyson?"
  "I wasn't focused enough. Not on the game."
  "There are tons of guys in this league who have girlfriends and families and what not- do you think they blame their spouses for their losses?" I could hear my voice getting loud again and I tried to pull back on my anger. Closing my eyes in frustration when Tyson shrugged at me again.
"Whatever Tyson. I'm going to go. You figure out what you want and then you can come find me. I'm not going to sit here and let you put this on my shoulders." I got up and walked out, shutting the door quietly behind me. When I got to my car, I called the only person I thought would be able to help me with Tyson. I called JT.
 When I pulled into my driveway I saw JT standing against his car. I shut off the car and got out, walking straight into JT's arms. He immediately wrapped his arms around me before leading me to my door. I unlocked it and walked in, throwing my keys on the table by the door.
  "What happened?" he asked me when we sat down on the couch.
  "He blamed you guys getting eliminated on me. Said he wasn't focused on the game enough." JT scoffed.
  "Look, he blames himself because he was on the ice for that last goal and feels like he should have stopped it. Its in no way his or your fault that we lost. We're a team."
  "I know that, but I couldn't just sit there and keep going through this. It's been a week and we've done nothing but fight or ignore each other since we left the rink that night."
  "He'll come around. He's just hurt and acting really stupid right now."
  "I get that, but is this how it's always going to be? Because if so I don't know if I can do that forever."
  "You're not going to break up with him are you?" I put my face in my hands.
  "I really don't know. I need to think it through. I think he does too." JT nodded and hugged me again.
  "Look, I'll talk to him tomorrow, give him some time to realize how stupid he is being and all that." I gave him a small smile before standing up.
  "I'm going to bed. You going home or you wanna stay here?"
  "I can stay if you want me to." I nodded.
  "You can have the couch in the bedroom if you want." he stood up and threw his arm around my shoulder and led me to my room. I threw some sweats at him that he'd left at the house one of the million times the guys had all stayed over in the last few months. I went into the bathroom to change while he changed in my room. When I was sure he was dressed I walked back into my room and climbed into my bed.
  "Thanks J. I'm glad you got my back."
  "I got both your guys' back. He's being stupid but I know how much he's going to regret it if you leave him." I smiled and rolled over and stared out the window trying to fall asleep.