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The Football Boys By BenRyans Characters: 4537

Updated: 2017-12-21 15:04

A/N I may change some scenes in this chapter later on, I'm not fully satisfied with it. It's short but I wanted to update :)

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and a pillow stained with blood. My face ached as I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Already dreading the thought of leaving the solstice that was my bedroom.

I walked to the bathroom, grabbing some clothes on the way and hopped in the shower, making the water as hot as I could stand it. I could feel my muscles relax against the warmth of the water as I closed my eyes.

I dried myself off, changing into a plain white tee shirt and black jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror, my cheek was puffy and purple, along with a small cut on my bottom lip. He really did a number on me.

My stomach grumbled, panging with hunger. I gathered my courage and opened the door, venturing out into the kitchen in search of food like some animal, keeping an eye out for predators.

"I was wondering when you'd get up." My dad said behind me, emerging from the living room, making me jump. I was surprised to see him home during the day with the amount of work he's always complaining about.

He motioned for me to come to him and I followed, walking into the living room only to find Dakota sitting on the couch with not a scratch or bruise in sight. A pounding hangover maybe but nothing

us and with one last pleading look of tear filled eyes, I closed the door.

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding in and could feel the lump in my throat as I sunk down into the couch. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, holding back anything that might come pouring out. I could feel my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach as I recalled the look in Dakota's eyes before he left.

I looked up to find my mom, walking into the kitchen. I waited for her to say something, some snide remark about how she's glad I'm out of his life because he was such a saint and I was the devil but she didn't. She glanced over at me and we exchanged a long silent stare, a comfortable silence that gave me some sense of hope for the two of us. But that couldn't stop my mind from wandering off and thinking of Dakota. Where does this leave our friendship?

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