I had seen this all before. I had seen Uncle Jordan get hit with a puck and I had seen my dad get hit by my Uncle Eric before but nothing had prepared me for this. I couldn’t…It took me a few minutes to realize what had just happened. It was my dad, and it was bad. I thought it was bad when Uncle Eric hit my dad and gave him a concussion. No, this was worse. This was the man I hated, Vorachek and the team I hated, the Flyers. “DADDY!” I screamed, My mom picked me up and ran down to medical. They wouldn’t let me in, just my mom. “I want my daddy!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Desperate trying to remain strong and calm, my mom handed me her phone. She told me I had an important job. I had to call my grandparents and my uncles and aunts. “I wished they would let me see my daddy. He was rolling on the ice.” I was sobbing at this point. “Shh…your daddy’s going to be fine. Remember when I got hit? I had a bruise on my face. That’s all daddy will have. I bet he will love spending all his time with you and mommy.” Uncle Jordan had gotten on the phone. Originally I had called Uncle Eric, but he was still at PNC Arena with Uncle Jordan, and handed the phone to him, after I talked to Uncle Eric.

That somewhat calmed me down. I just wanted my dad to be okay again. “Ky, daddy has been asking for you.” My mom smiled. You can bet that I ran into the room. “Daddy!” I hugged him as he sat up to pick me up. “I’m sorry I scared you. Listen, we don’t know when I and if I can play hockey again”

“You’re strong daddy. You’ll be back. But now we get to spend time together” my face lit up and Marc chuckled. “You’ve been talking to Uncle Jordy again haven’t you?” he tickled me. “yes. Can I touch it?” I asked reaching towards his eye. “Marc shook his head, putting my small hands in his. “Not today babygirl. Daddy’s eye still hurts.” I sighed. Marc hated seeing his little girl sad. Yes, I was a daddy’s girl and had him wrapped around his finger at six years old.
“daddy, I want to be just like you and play hockey.” Marc dreaded this day, especially after what had happened to him and his brothers. Yes, I had been on skates since I could walk, and playing for a year, but he didn’t think I would take to it like I had. Reminded him of when he was playing growing up with my Uncle’s. He chuckled. “We will have to talk to mom.” Truth was, he didn’t want her in the NHL, playing with the boys. He knew how rough they were, and didn’t want his daughter going through any of what he had been through.

It was late when they got home and I had to go to bed. “please can I stay up. I want to stay with daddy.” I whined. “you have to go to bed sweetie. But you can stay in our room tonight if you want to. That way you’re next to daddy” my head perked up. “yay!” I ran to my room to get my blanket and teddy bear and got in my pajamas. “mommy, can you tell me a story about you and daddy?” I asked. I loved hearing stories about my parents from up at the lake. I loved hearing about my daddy growing up but knew my dad wasn’t up to it tonight.

That night I had a nightmare. I woke up and shook my dad. “daddy. Daddy. I had a nightmare.” I was teary eyed. “shh what was it about babygirl?” he put his arm around me so I could nestle in with him. “it was you daddy. You couldn’t play anymore. Uncle Jordy and Uncle Eric hurt you in the game.” Marc smirked. “that won’t happen. I won’t be playing in that game sweetie. Go back to sleep.” I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

Notes

give me feedback please. I have a few more chapters written. would you be interested in me posting them and me writing more?