Life of a Coach's Daughter

Chapter Six

Jimmy POV

"Can I talk to her please? Just let me explain my stupid reasoning to her." Paul is actually begging me to let him go talk to her.

"Explain to me first and then we'll see if I'll let you go explain to her." After I open the door and Emily sees Paul she takes off into the bedroom. "Come on we'll go out back." We walk through the house and to the pool. "Explain." I say, sitting down on a patio chart after grabbing both of us beers from the bar fridge.

"She needs a good guy." Out of all of the ways to start a conversation, he seriously decides to start it like that.

"And at first I thought I was somewhere close to it but I am no where near it. I didn't mean to hurt her. Hell, I didn't mean to throw her down and give her a concussion, bruises, and a broken rib. I didn't think I threw her that hard. She is like a little sister to me. If we would of did anything, we would of regreated it the next morning. And by me being drunk made it worse." He stops talking for a second.

"If you were drunk, why did you take her in the alley? She is like your sister." Even though he is like my best friend, I have to give him some props. Paul never explains himself but he is right now.

"I wasn't sure what the hell I was thinking bringing her around a whole bunch of drunken guys. I saved her from a weird ass one when she needed to be saved from me the whole time. Emily is my little sister and I love her like that. I hate that I hurt her. I need to explain everything to her. Make her understand."

"You could of said that two days ago." I hear a small whisper come from behind us. "I wouldn't of been so scared of you for the past two days."

"Can you please come talk to me?" He half beg her to come talk to him.

"Promise to pick up the beer and I will." Turning around, I couldn't see her but you could tell where her voice was coming from. "I don't want to be around you drunk ever again." Paul throws down his beer.

Hearing the glass shatter, I still don't think she would come to talk to him. "It's gone. Please let me explain everything to you. I need you back in my life. When I say you are my litttle sister I mean it." Slowly, I see her come from inside the house. "Thank you."

"This is just me letting you explain, not me forgiving you." Sitting down next to me, she put her head down and wrapped her hand around mine. "It might be a good thing I have a concussion. You will have an easier time being forgivin."

"I feel like a complete ass. I never should of done anything to you. You are like a sister to me and thinking about what happened, I know I am suppose to be nice to a girl and everything but I felt like I was kissing my sister. I didn't mean to throw you down and hurt you as bad as I did, I didn't mean for any of that to happen. I miss you Emily. I really need my little sister back. Hell you have been gone long enough." He is begging her now. If I wasn't here I think he would be on his knees crying for her forgivness.

"God you don't know how much I want to hate you but I can't. You have always been there for me. And always will be most likely. Just don't do it again. Or don't drink around me." Em gets up and goes sit on him. You can tell that they are hugging each other hard. They are family and its good to see that she has someone that she can go to besides her dad. Letting go of Paul she comes back and sits down on me instead of beside me. Curling in a ball on my lap, I start to laugh when she shivers because of a gust of wind blows.

"You know there is a thing called a bed." All she does is shake her head no. Paul laughs. "You know it is amazing for sleeping when you have a concussion."

"She isn't going to listen to you. She likes to curl into a ball in the warmth wherever it may be. The only way she will go to bed is if you go with her." He stops talking for a little while. "One time before she left she came to my house when she was really high. She was scared to go home so she came to my house and I gave her water and food. I put her in her own room and then went to bed. I was woken up in the early morning by someone crawling in my bed, shaking." He starts to laugh. "I turned around and there Emily was in sweatpants and a tanktop. When I realized she was shaking, I put my arm around her and she was freezing. I pulled her towards my body and all she did was curl up into a ball towards my body."

I chuckle along with him, "I knew she was a fighter. But I knew that she looked like she had the soft side that just needs to be held."

"Yea. That's Emily for you." Paul looks at Emily's face that's in the crock of my neck. Em's head fit perfectly in the crock of neck.

"You know how the guys tell you the stories about how their wives have changed them for the better and how they met and they knew that they were the one?" I ask staring down at Emily's sleeping form in my lap.

"Yea I always thought that shit was dumb but now seeing you and Emily, I don't know. I think they were telling the truth."

"We have only known eachother for a little while, as in two days. But I would do anything for her. She is changing me for the better and is making me a better person. I don't even know how but she is."

"Damn I never thought I would hear the day Jimmy Graham became all sappy and emotional." Paul silently laughs.

"Shut up." I start to laugh too. When I felt Em stir, I start to stand, "Let me go put her to be and then we can talk some more."

"No man, I got to get going anyway. Steve has us working out nonstop on our bye week so we have to be at the facility early."

"Thanks for reminding me. What time do we have to be there in the morning?"

"Six. Don't be late Steve will kill you, even if you are dating his little girl. And since she doesn't have an older brother to say this. You hurt her, I kill you."

"Wouldn't dream of it," I say, cradling Em in my arms and carrying her to my bedroom.