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Matchweek Eight: Manchester City vs. Liverpool

**This is my favourite chapter ;)**

[I Got A Feeling by Black Eyes Pees]

Chapter Eight

   T R E N T

ITS MATCH DAY AND I decided to make a quick stop at my favourite—well, only—therapist's office. I know that I should probably be heading over to Anfield to go over set pieces and what not, but I refuse to play an important game without Samara there. When I walk through the doors, I get the feeling that Edith knew something like this would happen. My first is when she told me that Samara doesn't have any appointments. I'm really growing fond of the old lady.

I knock on her office door, but I go in when I don't hear her say anything on the other end. Inside, she's sitting at her desk with her head resting on her hands on it. Andrea is sitting on the couch kicking her legs and making baby noises. I always wonder what Samara gets up to when she's at home. She doesn't look like she gets much sleep. I need to invite her over one day and make sure that she gets a proper, full night sleep.

I don't want to wake her up because she looks so peaceful but I have to. I place the small knapsack on her table, before lightly shaking her. She stirs and lifts her head up, blinking her huge eyes before they settle on me. A lazy smile takes over he lucius lips. I intently watch as she stands and stretches. The jeans she's using hugs her legs perfectly and her shirt rides up a little. I can't help but lean down and place a kiss on her lips, catching her off guard.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be getting ready for the game later today?" She asks with a scolding tone to her voice.

I know by now that she would be pissed if I didn't attend my first game back in the starting XI after the whole therapy thing.

"Yes, but I want you to come and watch the result of all your hard work." I tell her talking her hands in mine. "I even got you a signed shirt of mine."

I rub my thumb over her knuckles, only noticing how sore and bloody they are. I may not be in a proper relationship with her but I still care. I can feel the anger rising up in me as I think about the possibilities of how this could have happened. She doesn't look like she was purposefully hurt, so it's more likely the wounds from self defence. That or she likes to beat people up for fun, which I highly doubt.

She seems to notice me standing at her reddened knuckles. She hooks her finger under my chin, tilting my head up slightly, placing a sweet peck on her lips. Her efforts do very little to calm me. I know that I shouldn't ask because it's not my business, but I think that it should be since she is the woman that I am sleeping with.

"What happened?" I ask her and I don't sound as angry as I actually am.

I am prepared to forget about the game and the beat the prick up if she tells me that this happened because she was trying to defend herself from some sick fuck. I will not let this go lightly. Her eyes clench tight and she opens them to reveal unshed tears. My emotions soften and I now I feel bad for bring for bringing something up that she is obviously trying to forget.

"I—I... There are just somethings about my life that I don't talk about. But I promise you that nothing serious happened and that I'm not hurt." She assures me and I don't ask more; I only take her in my arms.

"So about the game tonight?" I ask her pulling her away, but still keeping her close to me.

"Trent, I don't know. Andrea is spending the night with me since Megan has to study for finals and what not—"

"You can bring her with you. I'm sure Jürgen won't mind if you sit in the stands with them. I'll even get a shirt for Andrea." I coax her into agreeing and I can see the wheels turning in her mind.