Begin Again.
Chapter 16
*Tuukka's P.O.V.*
The boys and I were on our way to Toronto to play the Leafs and I was eagerly waiting for the pilot to give the okay to use our phones and stuff so I could talk to Steph.
We had an amazing night last night and I had finally told her that I loved her, which hopefully didn't freak her out. But even if I did, I didn't care. I meant what I said. I loved her with all my heart and soul and I couldn't wait to tell her again and again.
I sat next to Marshy, who was also eager to talk to Erika, his girlfriend of almost two weeks that he was basically in love with. He sat with his knee bouncing and chewing on his thumb nail, looking out the window into the dark February night. They almost had separation anxiety from each other, always wanting to be by each others side. They were still in that honeymoon phase though, they saw each other as perfect human beings without any flaws, so when they realized that they weren't all that perfect I knew it would be a rude awakening for both of them.
I had already discovered that Steph wasn't perfect. Fuck, I discovered that the morning after our one night stand when she fell out of my bed and onto the floor, screaming because she had sex with me. She was a goof ball, free spirited and could be loud and weird at times. But I loved it. I loved how she wasn't perfect, she was like an imperfect angel in my eyes.
I put my headphones in and closed my eyes, knowing it would be another 20 minutes or so before I cold talk to Steph so I might as well catch some much needed sleep.
*Steph's P.O.V.*
I was sitting on my couch with my earbuds in, listening to the Weeknd as I typed furiously on my laptop. I had a four page assignment due tomorow that I completely forgot about, probably because I was so busy with my new boyfriend.
I already missed him like crazy, and he was hundreds of miles away in a different country stopping pucks from going into a net. I sighed at the thought of him and looked over at my phone, seeing that he hadn't texted me yet. I pouted mentally but reminded myself that he was with the boys and probably needed some guy time. Plus I needed to focus on my paper anyways.
Erika strutted into my room like a runway model, causing my to look up from my laptop and give her a weird look. She was all dolled up, looking like she was about to go out on a date or something.
"Oh you fancy, huh?" I asked her while pulling an earbud out. "Where you goin'?"
She twirled around so I got a full view of her outfit, a sweater cardigan and jeans, and gave me a wink.
"I'm going out with Brad's sister," She explained to me while plopping herself down on the foot of my bed. "You should come, it would be fun!"
I shrugged and took a bite of a chip from the bag I had on my nightstand. I didn't really know Brad's sister and I didn't really feel like going out tonight.
"it's okay," I assured her. "I'm busy with this paper. And this could turn out to be a really great bonding experience for you and her, I wouldn't wanna bump in and ruin it."
Erika pouted and got up from my bed. "Fine." She said as she stook her tounge out at me.
"Don't you have a paper to write Erika?" I asked her as she was leaving my room.
"Already finished it!" She said as she popped her head back in. Her phone made a noise and she looked down at it.
"Oh, she's here!" She cried out, running torwards me to give me a hug. "I'll see you later tonight probably, love ya!"
"Love you too!" I chuckled and listened to her walk out the door and the deadbolt turning, signalizing that she had locked it.
I kept typing my paper until 3 of the 4 pages were complete and my phone started blaring. I picked it up and saw a text from Tuukka:
"Babe airplane food is fucking disgusting."
I rolled my eyes at him mentally and texted back.
"I'm e-mailing American Airlines right now about it."
"Good. You miss me?"
"Of course, how could I not right?"
"I miss you too. I keep listening to Carrie Underwood and thinking about u."
"aw. Don't you play her hubby next week?"
"yes ma'am."
That would be so cool if I went and got to see her! Ugh I wish I could. We kept small talking for a little but then he had to go.
"love you baby cakes."
"love you more baby biscuits."
Baby biscuits? Okay my boyfriend was officially a dork. I giggled at him and placed my phone back on my nightstand. I had finished my paper and had absolutley nothing to do. My boyfriend was in a Canada and my best friend was out with her boyfriend's sister. I was alone.
It was weird to think that I only had two people that I was close to in my life. I hadn't talked to or seen my parents in years. I hated them to be honest. I hadn't had any contact with my siblings either. Or my aunts or uncles. I had a two person family.
I was getting myself worked up but I didn't care. Why were they such assholes to me? Why didn't they love me? It's supposed to be impossible for both parents to hate their daughter, their baby girl. They were supposed to be there for her and help guide her through life. But no, I had to guide myself. I got hooked on drugs when I was 14 years old, a kid still, I had to push myself through school and get into college. They didn't help me at all. I meant nothing to them.
I reached over to grab my phone and rant to Erika, but I didn't want to ruin her night out. I needed to blow this steam off. I stood up and ripped off my hoodie and changed into a sports bra and tee shirt and shorts. I whipped my hair up in a ponytail and threw on my free runs. Thankfully my apartment had a gym, if it didn't I didn't know what I would do with myself on nights like this.
I held back the angry tears as I got dressed. I was unlovable. I was an unlovable child. I grabbed a protein shake from my fridge and headed torwards the door.
When I opened it, a man stood there. The man who had put me through hell and back. The man who gave me nightmares to this day, almost 7 years later. The man who had taken away my smile at such a young age and almost my life. My heart dropped to my stomach as I realized who he was and dropped my protein shake to the floor, my worst fear actually happening. All I could to was whimper.
"John?"
The boys and I were on our way to Toronto to play the Leafs and I was eagerly waiting for the pilot to give the okay to use our phones and stuff so I could talk to Steph.
We had an amazing night last night and I had finally told her that I loved her, which hopefully didn't freak her out. But even if I did, I didn't care. I meant what I said. I loved her with all my heart and soul and I couldn't wait to tell her again and again.
I sat next to Marshy, who was also eager to talk to Erika, his girlfriend of almost two weeks that he was basically in love with. He sat with his knee bouncing and chewing on his thumb nail, looking out the window into the dark February night. They almost had separation anxiety from each other, always wanting to be by each others side. They were still in that honeymoon phase though, they saw each other as perfect human beings without any flaws, so when they realized that they weren't all that perfect I knew it would be a rude awakening for both of them.
I had already discovered that Steph wasn't perfect. Fuck, I discovered that the morning after our one night stand when she fell out of my bed and onto the floor, screaming because she had sex with me. She was a goof ball, free spirited and could be loud and weird at times. But I loved it. I loved how she wasn't perfect, she was like an imperfect angel in my eyes.
I put my headphones in and closed my eyes, knowing it would be another 20 minutes or so before I cold talk to Steph so I might as well catch some much needed sleep.
*Steph's P.O.V.*
I was sitting on my couch with my earbuds in, listening to the Weeknd as I typed furiously on my laptop. I had a four page assignment due tomorow that I completely forgot about, probably because I was so busy with my new boyfriend.
I already missed him like crazy, and he was hundreds of miles away in a different country stopping pucks from going into a net. I sighed at the thought of him and looked over at my phone, seeing that he hadn't texted me yet. I pouted mentally but reminded myself that he was with the boys and probably needed some guy time. Plus I needed to focus on my paper anyways.
Erika strutted into my room like a runway model, causing my to look up from my laptop and give her a weird look. She was all dolled up, looking like she was about to go out on a date or something.
"Oh you fancy, huh?" I asked her while pulling an earbud out. "Where you goin'?"
She twirled around so I got a full view of her outfit, a sweater cardigan and jeans, and gave me a wink.
"I'm going out with Brad's sister," She explained to me while plopping herself down on the foot of my bed. "You should come, it would be fun!"
I shrugged and took a bite of a chip from the bag I had on my nightstand. I didn't really know Brad's sister and I didn't really feel like going out tonight.
"it's okay," I assured her. "I'm busy with this paper. And this could turn out to be a really great bonding experience for you and her, I wouldn't wanna bump in and ruin it."
Erika pouted and got up from my bed. "Fine." She said as she stook her tounge out at me.
"Don't you have a paper to write Erika?" I asked her as she was leaving my room.
"Already finished it!" She said as she popped her head back in. Her phone made a noise and she looked down at it.
"Oh, she's here!" She cried out, running torwards me to give me a hug. "I'll see you later tonight probably, love ya!"
"Love you too!" I chuckled and listened to her walk out the door and the deadbolt turning, signalizing that she had locked it.
I kept typing my paper until 3 of the 4 pages were complete and my phone started blaring. I picked it up and saw a text from Tuukka:
"Babe airplane food is fucking disgusting."
I rolled my eyes at him mentally and texted back.
"I'm e-mailing American Airlines right now about it."
"Good. You miss me?"
"Of course, how could I not right?"
"I miss you too. I keep listening to Carrie Underwood and thinking about u."
"aw. Don't you play her hubby next week?"
"yes ma'am."
That would be so cool if I went and got to see her! Ugh I wish I could. We kept small talking for a little but then he had to go.
"love you baby cakes."
"love you more baby biscuits."
Baby biscuits? Okay my boyfriend was officially a dork. I giggled at him and placed my phone back on my nightstand. I had finished my paper and had absolutley nothing to do. My boyfriend was in a Canada and my best friend was out with her boyfriend's sister. I was alone.
It was weird to think that I only had two people that I was close to in my life. I hadn't talked to or seen my parents in years. I hated them to be honest. I hadn't had any contact with my siblings either. Or my aunts or uncles. I had a two person family.
I was getting myself worked up but I didn't care. Why were they such assholes to me? Why didn't they love me? It's supposed to be impossible for both parents to hate their daughter, their baby girl. They were supposed to be there for her and help guide her through life. But no, I had to guide myself. I got hooked on drugs when I was 14 years old, a kid still, I had to push myself through school and get into college. They didn't help me at all. I meant nothing to them.
I reached over to grab my phone and rant to Erika, but I didn't want to ruin her night out. I needed to blow this steam off. I stood up and ripped off my hoodie and changed into a sports bra and tee shirt and shorts. I whipped my hair up in a ponytail and threw on my free runs. Thankfully my apartment had a gym, if it didn't I didn't know what I would do with myself on nights like this.
I held back the angry tears as I got dressed. I was unlovable. I was an unlovable child. I grabbed a protein shake from my fridge and headed torwards the door.
When I opened it, a man stood there. The man who had put me through hell and back. The man who gave me nightmares to this day, almost 7 years later. The man who had taken away my smile at such a young age and almost my life. My heart dropped to my stomach as I realized who he was and dropped my protein shake to the floor, my worst fear actually happening. All I could to was whimper.
"John?"
12/1/13