Begin Again.
Chapter 18
Tuukka's P.O.V.
"Way to go boys!" Coach cheered for us as we entered the locker room after our game. We had just pummled the Habs, 5-1. We cheered in excitment and I was happy too, except Steph wasn't answering any of my texts or calls. I convinced myself she had gone for a run or was sleeping and got undressed.
"Aye boys," Seguin called out with a giant toothy grin. "We goin' out tonight?"
Most of the single guys on the team agreed to, but I was a little hesitant. I wasn't really in the mood to go out and get drunk, and plus our plane was going to leave early in the morning.
"Nah," I called out. "I think I'm just gonna get some sleep."
Seguin shrugged. "Suit yourself."
I looked over at Marshy who sat on his bench with his phone in his hand, looking pissed. I threw my stuff in my bag and put my bruins snapback on my head (twisting it to the back of course) and asked Brad what was wrong.
"Erika's not answering.." He mumbled without looking up from his phone. "She hasn't since before the game."
"Same with Steph!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air in exhasperation. Marshy sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
"Wanna just go back to the hotel?" He asked. I nodded and took a sip of my gatorade. On the way back I texted Steph.
Hey beautiful(: we won tonight! I miss you, can't wait to see you. I'm guessing you're sleeping so text me in the morning, love. I love youu!
A couple minutes later Brad and I were in the elevator on the way to our rooms when his phone started blaring. His ringtone was the Bruins goal horn song, of course, and a picture of him and Erika kissing appeared on the screen. He smiled at his phone and answered.
"Hey, babe," He said cooly into the reciever. I heard Erika's voice rambling frantically on the other end but couldn't make out what she was saying. Marshy's smile faded away and was replaced with confusion.
"Wait, she...Steph what?" He asked. I looked at him in confusion. We had just gotten to our floor and we were walking to our room we shared.
"Oh my....oh my god!" He exclaimed suddenly and stopped walking.
"What?" I mouthed to him, nervous now. He stood there frozen as Erika continued rambling, sounding like she was crying.
"Is she okay?!" He asked her. Okay that was it. I took the phone out of his hand and pressed it to my ear.
"Erika what the fuck happened!" I half yelled into the reciever. I heard her crying on the other end. She finally pulled herself together and told me.
"It's Steph," She sniffed. " John found her and tried to rape and kill her."
My heart dropped to my stomach. Nononono, not my girl. Not Steph.
"Is she...is she okay?" My voice cracked. I wanted to cry. But I also wanted to beat the living hell out of that son of a bitch. He was going to pay for this.
"We don't know, she's in the hospital right now." She explained. " He hit her so hard..." Her voice drifted off and she started to cry again. I dropped Marshy's phone and sprinted down the hall to our room. I whipped the door open and started to pack up as fast as I could.
He hit her...he kissed her..he put his hands on her.. I promised her I would protect her but I didn't..she's in the hospital and it's all my fault..my perfect girlfriend...
Marshy soon followed my lead and packed his stuff up too. "I'm going with you." He said sternly. And without another word we sped to the airport and boarded the next flight to Boston, determined to see my girlfriend and tell her how sorry I was.
"Way to go boys!" Coach cheered for us as we entered the locker room after our game. We had just pummled the Habs, 5-1. We cheered in excitment and I was happy too, except Steph wasn't answering any of my texts or calls. I convinced myself she had gone for a run or was sleeping and got undressed.
"Aye boys," Seguin called out with a giant toothy grin. "We goin' out tonight?"
Most of the single guys on the team agreed to, but I was a little hesitant. I wasn't really in the mood to go out and get drunk, and plus our plane was going to leave early in the morning.
"Nah," I called out. "I think I'm just gonna get some sleep."
Seguin shrugged. "Suit yourself."
I looked over at Marshy who sat on his bench with his phone in his hand, looking pissed. I threw my stuff in my bag and put my bruins snapback on my head (twisting it to the back of course) and asked Brad what was wrong.
"Erika's not answering.." He mumbled without looking up from his phone. "She hasn't since before the game."
"Same with Steph!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air in exhasperation. Marshy sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
"Wanna just go back to the hotel?" He asked. I nodded and took a sip of my gatorade. On the way back I texted Steph.
Hey beautiful(: we won tonight! I miss you, can't wait to see you. I'm guessing you're sleeping so text me in the morning, love. I love youu!
A couple minutes later Brad and I were in the elevator on the way to our rooms when his phone started blaring. His ringtone was the Bruins goal horn song, of course, and a picture of him and Erika kissing appeared on the screen. He smiled at his phone and answered.
"Hey, babe," He said cooly into the reciever. I heard Erika's voice rambling frantically on the other end but couldn't make out what she was saying. Marshy's smile faded away and was replaced with confusion.
"Wait, she...Steph what?" He asked. I looked at him in confusion. We had just gotten to our floor and we were walking to our room we shared.
"Oh my....oh my god!" He exclaimed suddenly and stopped walking.
"What?" I mouthed to him, nervous now. He stood there frozen as Erika continued rambling, sounding like she was crying.
"Is she okay?!" He asked her. Okay that was it. I took the phone out of his hand and pressed it to my ear.
"Erika what the fuck happened!" I half yelled into the reciever. I heard her crying on the other end. She finally pulled herself together and told me.
"It's Steph," She sniffed. " John found her and tried to rape and kill her."
My heart dropped to my stomach. Nononono, not my girl. Not Steph.
"Is she...is she okay?" My voice cracked. I wanted to cry. But I also wanted to beat the living hell out of that son of a bitch. He was going to pay for this.
"We don't know, she's in the hospital right now." She explained. " He hit her so hard..." Her voice drifted off and she started to cry again. I dropped Marshy's phone and sprinted down the hall to our room. I whipped the door open and started to pack up as fast as I could.
He hit her...he kissed her..he put his hands on her.. I promised her I would protect her but I didn't..she's in the hospital and it's all my fault..my perfect girlfriend...
Marshy soon followed my lead and packed his stuff up too. "I'm going with you." He said sternly. And without another word we sped to the airport and boarded the next flight to Boston, determined to see my girlfriend and tell her how sorry I was.
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