Begin Again.
Chapter 6
Tuukka's P.O.V.
I woke up early, probably because I had gotten almost 12 hours of sleep. I didn't get up though, I didn't even move. I just layed there and held steph in my arms. She was different from most girls, and I mean that in a good way. She didn't hook up with me because I was an NHL player, and that almost never happened. This girl was someone who got excited over bathtubs, used to play hockey and puts peanut butter on her pancakes. We got along great and I would talk to her for hours if I could. I knew she had to leave this morning and I definitely didn't want her to just walk out of my life like this. I was determined to find a way to see her after today. Steph suddenly started stirring I my arms, her brow furrowing and her heart beat going faster. She was probably having a nightmare or something, so intently shushed her and held her close. She calmed down a little and I fell back asleep.
*Steph's P.O.V.*
"Jon," I yelled out tiredly. " I'm home." I juggled my bags and books through the door and slammed it angrily. Jon was supposed to pick me up from school but he never showed, so I had to through half of Boston in the pouring rain to get to him. I was soaked from the rain and freezing. I took of my coat and boots and hat and threw my backpack on the floor, stomping into Jon and I's room. He sat straight up in our bed, with a dazed and confused expression on his face and his eyes glazed over. He looked lost, as if he was in a trance and his shirt was off. Lightning flashed through our window and I could hear the water from my hair dripping to the floor. I ignored the eeriness of the situation and walked to the foot of out bed so he could see me and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Where were you today?" I asked him angrily. "You were supposed to pick me up." He turned to look at me slowly and just blinked a couple times, saying nothing. The only sound was the rain pounding against the window and the thunder clapping.
"Hello?" I said in an irritated voice, snapping my fingers at him. He didn't respond, just continued to stare at me. Suddenly I realized why, and charged torwards our bed to examine what was on it. Beer cans, bags of chips and a tiny zip loc bag filled with small white grains that resembled salt.
"What's this?" I screamed at him while shaking the bag in his face. "Huh? What is it?" He said nothing and showed no expression in his face. "What happened to your promise?" I yelled shaking with anger.
" How you said you'd stop for me? You think this is fucking okay?" Once again, nothing. I glared at him and felt a single tear roll down my cheek, shaking my head slowly.
"Fuckin' asshole." I growled then hit him as hard as I could. He suddenly snapped back to reality and out of the trance he was in, anger flailing ibis eyes when he realized what I had done. He stood up suddenly, towering over me.
" The fuck did you just do?" He screamed at me. I was terrified and tried to scramble away from him, backing up against the wall.
" You think you're tough shit?" He glared at me angrily. I started breathing hard, I need to get out of here. " Answer me, you little bitch!" He screamed then flipped over my dresser and it shattered to the floor.
"N-no.." I stuttered, trying not to look at him. Then without thinking, I tried to slip away from him and run to the door.
He instantly grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me back to him, kissing me sloppily. He tasted like beer and breathed in heavily. I tried to push him off me but he was to large, and he grabbed my ass and threw me onto his bed.
"Stop!" I cried out. He got off me for a second to take off his pants but I kicked him in the balls and sprinted for the door. He was quick though, and he grabbed my leg and I fell to the floor.
I screamed out for help because I knew what was coming. He pinned me down and proceeded to punch me, hard as I kicked and thrashed and tried to get him off.
"Don't you ever try to leave me again!" He screamed in my face. I cried and felt blood trickle down my neck.
" I won't!" I screamed so loud my voice cracked. He eventually stopped after a minute or two, but I kept bawling and crying hysterically. He rolled his eyes.
" Steph be quiet." He commanded. I tried but I kept whimpering so he covered my mouth with his huge hand. He seemed calmer now, but I was still terrified of him.
" Stephanie," he started gently. " You want to go to school, right? And play hockey? And have a place to stay?" I nodded slowly.
"That's what I thought," He whispered. "If you want those things, you're going to have to stay with me. " And he was right. If I wanted to finish school or have a place to live I would have to stay with him, if I ended things I'd be homeless and living in the street.
"Don't you ever try to leave me again, do you understand?" I nodded slowly and he got up off me and walked into the living room, and I heard him collapse on the couch. I layed still on the floor, weeping quietly and accepting the fa t that this was my life now.
I sat up straight and starting bawling my eyes out. I hated those flashback dreams, they were of memories I tried to forget. I buried my face in my hands and started shaking.
"Whoa, whoa whoa." Tuukka said. "What's wrong, what happened?"
I shook my head and he pulled me into him.
"Just tell me." He said calmly.
And I did. I told him everything about Jon and I. How we met right after my parents kicked me out, how he seemed sonics at first, and I fell in love with him. I told Tuukka about the drugs he did and the drinks he drank. I told him about the first time he abused me, which was what had just happened in my dream, and how the abuse got so bad and it eventually turned into rape. I let it all out to Tuukka, this guy I'd known only for a day, and the only other person who knew all of this was Erika.
I cried into his chest for a few minuets until I calmed down, I sniffled and pushed my hair out of my face. "Stephanie," He started. "What this guy put you through was awful, and no one deserves to go through that, especially someone as awesome as you. But I promise if that asshole goes anywhere near you I will personally call Characters and Lucic to go knock some sense into him." I smiled weakly, and pulled him into a giant hug.
"Thanks, Tuukka. I really appreciate it." I mumbled into his shoulder.
"No problem, Stephanie." My phone started blaring on Tuukka's nightstand. It was Erika, and she told me she had just dropped off her 'friend' and was coming to get me. Tuukka gave me the address and I gave it to Erika, she said she would be here in ten minutes. I hung up and stretched out in Tuukka's bed, not wanting to leave.
"I have to go soon." I told him. He sighed and pouted.
"Want some breakfast first?" He asked. I shook my head then realized something.
"Could probably use some shoes though."
A couple of minutes later Tuukka was walking me to his apartment lobby.
"I look like a fucking clown, Tuukka." I said and pointed to his huge tennis shoes on my feet. He chuckled and said
"Maybe we should exchange numbers, so if I find your shoes I could give you a call?" I raised my eyebrows and smiled.
"That was a cute way to ask for my number." I teased. He rolled his eyes.
"You picked up on that,huh?" I smiled and we exchanged numbers. When we got to the lobby I gave him a huge hug.
"Thanks for the hospitality and stuff." I said " Anytime," he said with a smile. "Text me!"
I nodded and said goodbye as I walked torwards Erika's car when I realized I had to tell my best friend I had a one night stand with Tuukka Rask.
I woke up early, probably because I had gotten almost 12 hours of sleep. I didn't get up though, I didn't even move. I just layed there and held steph in my arms. She was different from most girls, and I mean that in a good way. She didn't hook up with me because I was an NHL player, and that almost never happened. This girl was someone who got excited over bathtubs, used to play hockey and puts peanut butter on her pancakes. We got along great and I would talk to her for hours if I could. I knew she had to leave this morning and I definitely didn't want her to just walk out of my life like this. I was determined to find a way to see her after today. Steph suddenly started stirring I my arms, her brow furrowing and her heart beat going faster. She was probably having a nightmare or something, so intently shushed her and held her close. She calmed down a little and I fell back asleep.
*Steph's P.O.V.*
"Jon," I yelled out tiredly. " I'm home." I juggled my bags and books through the door and slammed it angrily. Jon was supposed to pick me up from school but he never showed, so I had to through half of Boston in the pouring rain to get to him. I was soaked from the rain and freezing. I took of my coat and boots and hat and threw my backpack on the floor, stomping into Jon and I's room. He sat straight up in our bed, with a dazed and confused expression on his face and his eyes glazed over. He looked lost, as if he was in a trance and his shirt was off. Lightning flashed through our window and I could hear the water from my hair dripping to the floor. I ignored the eeriness of the situation and walked to the foot of out bed so he could see me and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Where were you today?" I asked him angrily. "You were supposed to pick me up." He turned to look at me slowly and just blinked a couple times, saying nothing. The only sound was the rain pounding against the window and the thunder clapping.
"Hello?" I said in an irritated voice, snapping my fingers at him. He didn't respond, just continued to stare at me. Suddenly I realized why, and charged torwards our bed to examine what was on it. Beer cans, bags of chips and a tiny zip loc bag filled with small white grains that resembled salt.
"What's this?" I screamed at him while shaking the bag in his face. "Huh? What is it?" He said nothing and showed no expression in his face. "What happened to your promise?" I yelled shaking with anger.
" How you said you'd stop for me? You think this is fucking okay?" Once again, nothing. I glared at him and felt a single tear roll down my cheek, shaking my head slowly.
"Fuckin' asshole." I growled then hit him as hard as I could. He suddenly snapped back to reality and out of the trance he was in, anger flailing ibis eyes when he realized what I had done. He stood up suddenly, towering over me.
" The fuck did you just do?" He screamed at me. I was terrified and tried to scramble away from him, backing up against the wall.
" You think you're tough shit?" He glared at me angrily. I started breathing hard, I need to get out of here. " Answer me, you little bitch!" He screamed then flipped over my dresser and it shattered to the floor.
"N-no.." I stuttered, trying not to look at him. Then without thinking, I tried to slip away from him and run to the door.
He instantly grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me back to him, kissing me sloppily. He tasted like beer and breathed in heavily. I tried to push him off me but he was to large, and he grabbed my ass and threw me onto his bed.
"Stop!" I cried out. He got off me for a second to take off his pants but I kicked him in the balls and sprinted for the door. He was quick though, and he grabbed my leg and I fell to the floor.
I screamed out for help because I knew what was coming. He pinned me down and proceeded to punch me, hard as I kicked and thrashed and tried to get him off.
"Don't you ever try to leave me again!" He screamed in my face. I cried and felt blood trickle down my neck.
" I won't!" I screamed so loud my voice cracked. He eventually stopped after a minute or two, but I kept bawling and crying hysterically. He rolled his eyes.
" Steph be quiet." He commanded. I tried but I kept whimpering so he covered my mouth with his huge hand. He seemed calmer now, but I was still terrified of him.
" Stephanie," he started gently. " You want to go to school, right? And play hockey? And have a place to stay?" I nodded slowly.
"That's what I thought," He whispered. "If you want those things, you're going to have to stay with me. " And he was right. If I wanted to finish school or have a place to live I would have to stay with him, if I ended things I'd be homeless and living in the street.
"Don't you ever try to leave me again, do you understand?" I nodded slowly and he got up off me and walked into the living room, and I heard him collapse on the couch. I layed still on the floor, weeping quietly and accepting the fa t that this was my life now.
I sat up straight and starting bawling my eyes out. I hated those flashback dreams, they were of memories I tried to forget. I buried my face in my hands and started shaking.
"Whoa, whoa whoa." Tuukka said. "What's wrong, what happened?"
I shook my head and he pulled me into him.
"Just tell me." He said calmly.
And I did. I told him everything about Jon and I. How we met right after my parents kicked me out, how he seemed sonics at first, and I fell in love with him. I told Tuukka about the drugs he did and the drinks he drank. I told him about the first time he abused me, which was what had just happened in my dream, and how the abuse got so bad and it eventually turned into rape. I let it all out to Tuukka, this guy I'd known only for a day, and the only other person who knew all of this was Erika.
I cried into his chest for a few minuets until I calmed down, I sniffled and pushed my hair out of my face. "Stephanie," He started. "What this guy put you through was awful, and no one deserves to go through that, especially someone as awesome as you. But I promise if that asshole goes anywhere near you I will personally call Characters and Lucic to go knock some sense into him." I smiled weakly, and pulled him into a giant hug.
"Thanks, Tuukka. I really appreciate it." I mumbled into his shoulder.
"No problem, Stephanie." My phone started blaring on Tuukka's nightstand. It was Erika, and she told me she had just dropped off her 'friend' and was coming to get me. Tuukka gave me the address and I gave it to Erika, she said she would be here in ten minutes. I hung up and stretched out in Tuukka's bed, not wanting to leave.
"I have to go soon." I told him. He sighed and pouted.
"Want some breakfast first?" He asked. I shook my head then realized something.
"Could probably use some shoes though."
A couple of minutes later Tuukka was walking me to his apartment lobby.
"I look like a fucking clown, Tuukka." I said and pointed to his huge tennis shoes on my feet. He chuckled and said
"Maybe we should exchange numbers, so if I find your shoes I could give you a call?" I raised my eyebrows and smiled.
"That was a cute way to ask for my number." I teased. He rolled his eyes.
"You picked up on that,huh?" I smiled and we exchanged numbers. When we got to the lobby I gave him a huge hug.
"Thanks for the hospitality and stuff." I said " Anytime," he said with a smile. "Text me!"
I nodded and said goodbye as I walked torwards Erika's car when I realized I had to tell my best friend I had a one night stand with Tuukka Rask.
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