00 Bombay • The Royal Duo Pt.2 | Mighty Ducks

I Promise

Adam’s Pov.
I was sitting in the locker room, finishing wrapping up my wrist. How could I be so stupid? Why had I yelled at her? She was just trying to help me. But I needed to play. My dad would hate it if I didn’t play a game. She probably ran off to tell her dad. Ugh! Why wasn’t I more careful!

“Now just think how you’d play with two good hands” 

I whipped my head around and saw Coach Bombay. Of course he was here.

“Coach. It’s just a little sore. I’m okay” I lied

“I should have spotted this sooner” He sighed “I’m sorry man I wasn’t doing my job”

Why was he apologising?

“Coach I’m fine, I can play I swear” I lied again.

I was desperate to keep playing.

“Okay“ Coach Bombay nodded. He held out a hockey stick sideways “Here, let’s find out” I went to grab it with my left hand “The other hand”

I sighed. I held the hockey stick with my right hand. It hurt, but I could handle it.

“Now rotate it” he told me

I tried to move my wrist, but it hurt too much. I sighed in anger and dropped the stick. Coach Bombay sighed

“I have to bench you” he shook his head

“No! You can’t do that!” I exclaimed

“Adam you could injure yourself permanently” he scolded

“That’s what Amethyst said” I mumbled/ sighed, sitting down on the bench.

“Well she’s a smart girl. Knows injuries” he lightly chuckled, but I didn’t.

I wasn’t happy.

“She told you didn’t she” I mumbled

“No actually. I saw her in the hallway with Julie, who told me” 

I looked up at him. Why hadn’t Amethyst said anything? I just groaned, shaking my head.

“You can’t bench me I gotta play! All the scouts are here watching me. This is my shot!” I exclaimed

“You’re young and you’re gonna have plenty of shots, believe me” Coach Bombay sighed.

“But my dad’s counting on me” I sighed

He was. When I left he was so pent up on me winning this for us. Coach Bombay nodded and sat down beside me on the bench.

“I’m sorry” he sighed. I was still mad “Hey. My dad worked a lot when I was a kid. So when he made it to a game, I wanted so bad to score 100 goals for him. I spent half the game a nervous wreck, my stomach in knots”
“That’s how I feel. Although I don’t think it’s all my dad anymore” I mumbled the last part, but he heard.

“Look Adam, before my dad died, he told me. That his happiest times. Were watching me skate on this pond we had behind our house. He didn’t need me to score 100 goals for him. He was proud of me because I was his son, and I did my best” Coach Bombay finished

I didn’t realize I’d started crying. He was right, my dad would still love me either way. Boy was I guilty. I had this sweet, loving beautiful girlfriend who tried to help me when I was having a problem, and I yelled at her and shoved her away. Some boyfriend.

“I’m sure that’s how your dad feels” Coach Bombay started “And I know for a fact that’s how Aimes feels to” he smiled

“Thanks Coach” I gave him a small nod and a smile.