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PDX

"Don't say you miss me when it's your fault I'm gone."

It had been two weeks since Cody flew to Houston and while Jack and Rachel were adamant that she stay with them for the duration of her stay, she didn't want to overstay her welcome. So after a week, Cody booked herself into a hotel.

It wasn't anything fancy, but it didn't have to be. She wasn't planning on staying in Houston much longer, she was desperate to get back home, which, for now, she considered Portland.

She was missing her teammates, her friends, her family, her car, and most importantly - her dog. She felt like shit knowing she had left Zeus with Tobin, and when she went to camp, her dog would be left with someone else.

During her week in the hotel, she had kept up with her appointments, doing as much work as possible during her physiotherapy, she was eager to get back to playing and as long as she was lead to believe that there was hope, she would give her all.

Cody also stayed true to her word to Jack, that she would be attending 'meetings', for people like herself.

Addicts.

It's not that she didn't trust her friends, or her family, but the small voice in the back of her mind would convince her that they're judging her. Now, being able to open up to others with similar problems, she felt free, less alone. It gave her the continued strength to be sober, to have a clear mind.

It was during the first few weeks of sobriety that she remembered some suppressed memories. Memories like her badly timed tweet implying that she would transfer back to Arsenal, Jo coming back into her life with a warning, her dad showing face but worst of all was the disagreement with Alex leading up to her injury.

It was ugly.

But thanks to the haze enduced by the prescription pills after her surgery, Cody had completely forgotten about it all. About the bruises Alex left on her arm. About her mother screaming at her with anger that Cody hadn't witnessed before.

And Kristie.

Cody had no idea what to do about Kristie. Yes, she agreed to let Jack help her surprise the blonde haired woman, but to what end? The younger Morgan had no idea what she hoped to accomplish with said surprise. Was this a belated 'thank you' for getting me on the path to sobriety? Was it a declaration of something more? Cody had no idea.

Thankfully she still had two more weeks in Texas to firgure that much out.

So Cody had a list. A list of everything she wanted to sort in the next two weeks. Kristie being just one of those things. The most important thing on that list, aside from therapy and rehab, was clearing the air with Alex.

——

Cody's ex teammates had been out on social media lately, declaring that they would love the American to come back to Arsenal. It was down to Joe to come out publicly to state that no trade, or transfer, has been proposed. It was made very clear that there was no line of communication opened with Portland Thorns.

It surprised the American, the tweet she sent was almost three months old. She was hoping to rebuild the relationship between Mark and the Thorns that she ruined with her tweet, but Cody wasn't sure that could be achieved now, thanks to the media shining a light on her badly timed, and badly thought out, tweet.

It was a thought that she shared during one of her meetings. It was a one-to-one meeting, it was the only time she felt comfortable enough to share such intimate thoughts and feelings. While she was grateful for the opportunity to participate in group meetings, she didn't trust anyone enough to believe that they wouldn't relay her words.

—


| Emily |

"How pissed will Mark be?" I asked Tobin. We landed in PDX thirty minutes ago, and were waiting for our luggage.

"Depends," Tobin replies, stopping only to grab her bag. "Depends if Cody tweets, I guess. Hopefully she just keeps quiet and focuses on herself."

"Yeah. I miss her, but I'm loving all this time with Zeus," I grin, chuckling as Tobin laughs, but I know she loves that dog, too. "How are things between her and Alex?"

Tobin grabs my bag for me, as I'm too busy talking, before she hands it to me, "I have no idea. I don't even know where I stand with her lately."

Not expecting the second half of her sentence I stumble over my words before it finally sounds like English, "She's just stressed, I wouldn't worry about it."