No Sense of Direction

Chapter One

"Don't be an asshole!" I snapped as I shook my head and walked towards my office.

"What are you talking about?!" he yelled as he followed after me.

"You know what I'm talking about!" I yelled as I turned back towards him and sighed, "You're hurting them on purpose out there!"

"Please! It's just all part of the sport, baby!" he said as he closed my office door and pulled me back towards him.

"Come on, stop," I said as I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push him away.

"Baby, why are you acting like this?"

"Because, it hurts to see what you do to those people," I said and then he sighed and moved his hands down to my hips and pulled me closer to him, "You sent the poor guy into the glass! And the glass shattered!" I said and he smirked, "And that's exactly what you did when you saw what happened!"

"What?" he asked confused.

"You laughed," I said disgusted because some of those guys were seriously getting hurt.

"Come on, he walked away from that, and it's not like they're on this team," he said and I shook my head.

"You know they have dreams just like you! They want to play this sport just as badly as you do!" I said and then felt his hands hold my face.

"They're not me," he said and then pressed his lips onto mine.

My eyes widened and I pushed away and slapped him across the face, "Just leave me alone, Milan."

"Kat, you're being a bitch!" he yelled as I shoved him out of my office and locked the door, "Kat!"

I sighed and then leaned against the door and shook my head, "Stupid jerk," I muttered as I held my face and then slid to the ground moving my hands to wrap around my knees.

When I came to the Bruins almost two years ago, I instantly clicked with bad boy, Mr. Milan Lucic himself. His personality was different when he was off the ice and I was instantly attracted to him, but once I saw him on the ice, I was terribly frightened of him. The longer I spent with the Bruins, the larger I saw Milan's ego getting, and it started to become a problem. Now I know that the whole team is a bunch of fighters, and most fights that they're in, they win, but I still flinched when I saw what they did to the other players.

It was close to the end of the season and Bruins have been number one in their division and conference for almost eight weeks so far. If they kept this up, they were going to going to make it deep into the playoffs, and maybe even win the cup again. The game ended tonight against the Islanders, and another win was added under our belts. Milan was in the penalty box a lot this game, and the in the second period, he mouthed off to a ref and spent half the period in the locker room.

"Kat?" there was a knock on the door and I sighed when I heard that it wasn't Milan.

"Just a second!" I said and then stood up and fixed myself up in the mirror. I opened the door to see that Tyler Seguin was standing there, "Hey sweetie, is it you shoulder again?"

"Yeah," he said and I smiled towards him and let him walk in, "You and Lucic all right?"

"We're fine," I said and he hopped onto the table and I had him take his shirt off.

"It didn't sound all right," he muttered and I sighed, "Sorry."

"It's all good," I said and then looked at his bruised shoulder.

“We all heard you from the locker room,” he pressed on and then flinched when I touched his shoulder.

“Oh don’t be such a baby;” I said and then sighed, “You heard that, huh?”

“Kind of hard not to,” he said and I took a deep breath and looked at Tyler, “Come on, what’s going on?”

“The usual,” I said and shook my head.

“You not liking how he plays hockey?”

“No-“ I sighed and looked at Tyler, he was sweet, like a little brother to me, “It’s not that, it’s- I don’t like how rough he can be.”

“Well, Kat, the Bruins are known for their roughness,” Tyler said and I smirked and shook my head.

“But there’s a limit to how rough you guys should go.”

“So, how’s the brother?” he asked changing the subject.

“Smooth, Tyler,” I said and then looked at his bruise and put some pressure on it to see what would happen, “Which one?”

“Both,” he said and moved uncomfortable from the pressure.

“Sorry,” I said and he nodded his head, “Zach is good, he scored his twenty goal this season with the Hurricanes and Chris is getting frustrated, his team’s not doing too good.”

“He’ll get there if he’s meant to be,” Tyler said and I nodded my head. Tyler was only a year older than my brother and he was already a part of the NHL, something my brother desperately wanted, “So how do I look?”

"Whelp, it looks and feels like it's just bruised, did you get those X-rays I asked for? I can only be sure with that."

"Yeah, here," he said and then he pulled the envelope out of his bag and I looked at them and held them up to the light. I sighed and then looked back at Tyler, "Is that a good sigh or a bad one?"

"Whelp, do you want the good news or bad news?" I said and he looked at me.

"Good? Bad? I don't know, surprise me," he said and I laughed.

"Whelp, good news is, nothing's torn or broken, bad news, and you don't need me to tell you this, but you're going to be in pain for a while," I said and he snorted, "See, I knew you could figure it out on your own."

"Thanks a lot Doc," he joked and I shook my head.

"Any time, patient!" I said and then patted his back, "Now, put your clothes back on and go celebrate with your team."

"Thanks Kat," he said and I smiled and nodded my head as he put his shirt back on and he was out the door.

I walked over towards my desk and then grabbed my chart for Tyler and marked down that he shoulder was bothering him and then threw the X-Rays into the folder.

By the time I left the arena it was almost eleven, I looked into the parking lot and saw that all of the guys had left and I sighed and shook my head as I walked over towards my truck. I drove down the streets of Boston in my 2012 Chevy Silverado, and headed towards my apartment. I pulled into the parking lot and parked my truck and walked into my building.

"Hey Kat," one of my roommates, Anna said as I opened the front door, showing Anna sitting in the living room watching TV.

"Hey," I said tiredly.

"Tough night?"

"Yeah."

"But your boys won!"

"It's not the game that was tough," I said and she nodded her head.

"Yeah, I watched the game, I figured you two would be at it," she said and I nodded my head and then saw her boyfriend walk into the living room from the kitchen.

"Hey Eric," I said and he waved, "I'm just going to go to bed."

"All right," she said and I walked to my room and collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep.

I was awoken a few hours later hearing someone knocking on my door; I looked up to see that flowers were being held through the cracked door. I sighed, knowing who it was and then saw Milan slowly step in. I sat up in my bed and then sat on the end of it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked and he shut the door.

"I wanted to apologize," he said and I shook my head.

"You don't get it!" I said as I stood up and stood in front of him, "It's not me that you need to apologize to! You're literally hurting those people out there. When you slammed Blake Wheeler into the boards, at the Jets game last week, you really hurt him, and he's still out on injury!" I said and Milan sighed and placed the vase of flowers on the dresser, "Where the hell did you get flowers at two in the morning?"

He gave me one of his famous smirks and took a step closer to me, "I have people."

"Of course you do," I said and then rubbed my face and then felt Milan's hands on my waist.

"Baby, I'm sorry," he said as he pulled me into him and I placed my hands on his chest.

"You were out with the guys," I said and he nodded his head, "I smell the alcohol on you."

"We were celebrating," he said and then I felt him start to kiss my neck, "Now I want to celebrate with you."

"Mi-" I let out a groan as he started to bite on my neck.

Sometimes I couldn’t stand him, but I was never able to stay mad at him. He just brought out his puppy eyes and just kissed me and I melted into him.