~football girl~ book one in the football girl series

prologue

One year earlier

confusion. anger. hatred. That is what I can describe my parents. First off, for Mom leaving us. And second, for Dad allowing it to happen and not pleading with Mom for staying. Grace my 6 year-old adorable and innocent little sister, stepped into my room tears streaming down her face.

"Ellie?" She called as she jump onto my bed and wrapped her tiny arms around me. Brees our golden retriever, jumoed up the bed beside us worried and sadness in his expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I play with my little sister's hair. "Mommy and Daddy are fighting again!" She wailed crying upon my shoulder. My heart broke and I have bitterness in my heart towards my parents. 

Grace is only 6 for crying out loud!!! Mom can't just leave her younger daughter for a stupid modeling contract in Paris or whatever she wanted to go to.

"They're just talking," I said trying to reassure both her and myself. But, it's far from the truth and we both know my mother isn't staying. "But Daddy is using his screaming voice!" Grace reason shaking her head slightly. I chuckled at that and it's true Dad does have a screaming voice especially when he's angry.

"Yeah," i lamented, as I continue to listen to my parent's loud voices outside of my room. "Giselle! What about Lucas and the girls!?" Dad yelled his voice booming down across from the hallway.

Here we go again? I thought to myself as I cuddled myself, Brees, and Grace tears stripping down my cheeks. I quickly wipe it away. I got to be strong especially for my sister. She needs me right now and I can't cry not in front of her anyways.

My mom and me are really close and she was always there for me despite everything. Even though, I am a tomboy and not into girly things. But the thing is, she accepts me for who I am and will support me for anything that I wanted to do with my life. My dad on the other hand, is strict and of course a well known guy here in Boston, Massachusetts. Well duh! My father played for the New England Patriots in the National Football League aka the NFL. So having an NFL player as your father, certainly have high expectations and keep my father's reputation in a good and positive light. Dad expects me to be a girly girl and doesn't support anything I wanted to do. Even if it means playing football.

I love playing sports ever since I was a little girl and I get very eager when Mom takes us to see Dad and the Patriots played. I always wear my best patriot's jersey with my dad's number on it and I bring my own football with me. Mom told me many times, I am a lot like my dad.

"I am sorry tom," Mom whimpered as I heard her sniffs and I can tell she was practically crying. "But it's for the best if I leave the kids with you. I want to see the world and be free from being the wife of a football player!" She added not giving up until she express her point and how she feels.

"Then leave!" My father shouted as he storm off and slammed his bedroom door shut behind him.

That is when my life changes forever after my parents tragic divorce.