𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Twenty Six

Crawling out of bed this morning after Hanna found out her dad died last night was more effort for me than I thought it would be. Pulling a t-shirt over my head I run my fingers through my hair and make my way to the dresser. She needs her rest, especially when her brother is coming to town tomorrow to see her. Hanna has a funeral to go to all the way in Toronto and I am determined to attend with her.

"Damon," someone lightly knocks on the bedroom door. Quickly pulling it open I shove my fingers to my lips and shot Sam a glare. "She needs rest, be quiet" I replied, buttoning my jeans before following him down the stairs to the kitchen. We have hockey games of all things today and my mind isn't even in it today. I want to stay here and be here for her.

Sighing I chug back one of my boosts, running my fingers through my dark hair, before shoving a beanie over my dark waves. I promised Ace I'd be there, I can't break that promise. Closing my eyes briefly I slide my Princeton hockey jacket on and follow the boys out to the car. With my head leaning against the window my mind travels off again.

She has to be okay. She's in a full out depression right now. I don't know how to help her and I want to. My entire heart aches for her and i-. My mind is cut off to Sam tapping my shoulder bringing me out of my thoughts. "We're at the arena," he replies softly. I nod and climb out, grabbing my hockey bag and heading into the building. Leaving all my friends behind as I enter the locker rooms.

The room goes dead silent when I enter and I raise my eyebrows at my teammates. Nathan avoids my eyes and Chance stares down at his skates. Sam told them? What the fuck! Slamming the bag down beside Alex I plant my ass on the bench and begin getting ready. The room stays silent until Sam enters and spices up a conversation to distract the team from my mood.

Once my skates hit the ice, my mind clears as I slam pucks into the net for our warm up. Passing the puck to Nathan, the two of us continue our warm up while the rest of the team joins in until a whistle is blown. Skating over to the bench I stop in front of the coach and watch him. "The first line is Ace, Damon, Nathan, Sam and Damien" he announces. Perfect I'd love to toss around some assholes for a minute.

Using my leg muscles I race after the puck slamming over one of our opponents as I skate. "Fuck you, Saint" he yells. Just what I need is some asshole barking at me, today of all days. "Stay out of my fucking way, Grayson" I snarl as I retrieve the puck and skate back towards the other net. I lose my balance when a full body slams me into the boards and holds me there. "Leave him alone" Oliver Rex snarls in my face. Okay I've had enough of these people telling me how to play a fucking hockey game.

Dropping my stick I slam my fist into Rex's helmet shocking him for a moment. Before I register fists are flying and my helmet hits the floor. Knocking Rex back in his big gob I shove him further away from me. Wiping the blood from my face. "Saint!" Coach screams from the bench. I look up momentarily causing Rex an advantage.

My cheek burns as blood sputters from my mouth and lands on the ice. "What the fuck!" Sam yells. I hear skates hit the ice before my body slams into the ice. "Fuck off, Rex" Ace growls tossing him aside and dropping beside me. My mind is all fuzzy but I register Ace's face. My eyes wander and I catch Damien's fist slam into Rex's face, his eyes blazing. "Your cheek is bleeding. "Sam growls as he drops beside Ace.

"I registered that" I chuckle. Sam rolls his eyes and examines me. "He sliced your face with his skate dumbass" Ace replies. I eye Nathan slamming a fist into another opponent's jaw before my eyes meet Sam and Ace again. "I need to be with Hanna, not here" I reply as I wipe my bleeding cheek. Sam pulls me to my feet as the crowd begins to cheer.

Sam hauls me over to the locker room while Ace skates towards the bench to inform the coach. Slumping down on the bench I pull my skates off. "He never fought fair, Sam. Don't overthink it" I reply softly. He nods before eyeing me one last time. "Get on the bloody ice" I bark. Sam grins at me before he leaves me to undress myself alone. Jesus what a fucked up day this has been. Pulling my shoulder pads over my head I shove them into my bag before continuing to get dressed.

The hot water of the shower feels amazing on my grazed cheek. Closing my eyes I run my fingers through my dark wavy hair and scrub the shampoo throughout. Once I rinse myself off, I quickly grab a towel wrapping it around my waist. Scrubbing my wet hair I enter the locker rooms again and throw on my clothes quickly before grabbing my bag and heading out the door to the cars. Shooting Bailey a text for a ride I wait patiently and scroll through Instagram.

"What's up?" She smiles as she pulls up. Bailey's smile drops as she watches me carefully. "Your cheeks are bleeding" she replies as I crawl into the car. "Mhm, for a skate to it" I reply unfazed. She nods and pulls out of the parking lot. Driving off in the direction of my off campus condo. Why did we choose to live off campus again? Oh yeah because Sam refused to live near the dorms. I smile to myself as we pull up outside the house.

"Thanks," I reply, shooting her a soft smile before I grab my bag and head inside quickly. Once I kick off my shoes and drop my hockey bag, I head straight upstairs into my room. My eyes land on Hanna as she types quickly on her laptop. "What are you doing home-." She stares at me wide eyed before she shoves her laptop off her. "You cheek! What the hell" she growls as she jumps off the bed and examines me.

"I'm fine," I replied, pressing a kiss to her head. Pulling Hanna into my arms I remind myself I'm lucky she didn't have an episode and she's right here with me. Hanna gives me a soft smile before she crawls back o to the bed and begins typing again. "What are you doing?" I ask, crawling beside her. "An assignment, it's due today and just because I'm home before someone... my dad died. Well I still have school work" she replies with a fake smile.

I frown softly and lay back watching her. How can the most beautiful person in the world be so hated by it. It let her be hurt twice by people she trusted. It let her dad die on her. How is someone supposed to be happy when she's getting bombs dropped on her like this. Sighing, I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me. "I'm here, you know that right" I whisper into her hair. "I know" she replies, avoiding my eyes.

Not even my love can save her from this. She has to save herself and without help I don't see a happy ending for any of this.