Stitch by Stitch
Chapter 1
“Hey Rylee. You all set to go?”
Walter Gretzky, the man who saved my life. I lived next door to the Gretzky’s my whole life. At 16, my mom passed away from cancer. My whole world stopped. If it wasn’t for Walter, I don’t know where I’d be. My brother had moved away when I was 15 and he stopped contact with us when Mom got sick. Walter took me in, and my life changed forever. Sure, living next to the Gretzky’s, you’d think my life would be full of hockey. Not the case, at all. I was always into pro wrestling, it set me apart from all my friends, made me unique. Sure, I knew what hockey was, I wasn’t stupid. I just never sat down and watched a full game. Walter introduced me to hockey. It was his way of getting me out of my room. It completely changed my life. I always thought I was going to be a math teacher. Now, here I am, 22 years old, packing my bag to go to the Gretzky’s summer house up north for the summer before I take off for Chicago to be a junior photographer for the Chicago Blackhawks.
“Yeah, Papa G. I’m all set!” I smiled back as I zipped up my luggage. “I just got swing by and pick up Kayla and we’re off!”
“Okay! Have fun. I know it’s hard, but you know she would want you to enjoy this.”
I gave Papa G a hug as a few tears rolled down my cheek. This was hard, harder than people realize. The summer house was the last place I remember my mom being happy 3 months before she did. I haven’t been back since. I couldn’t bear to step in that house and try to be happy there without her. I knew I had to do it. I had to move on with my life, be happy. It’s what she would’ve wanted.
“I’ll see you tonight, right? Weiner’s having the barbecue up there?” Walter smiled at my nickname for his son, Wayne.
"Yes, sweetie. I’ll be there around 7. Wayne said he would be there around 3. That should give you and Kayla some time to settle in before the place gets packed with hockey players.”
"Okay! I’ll see you then.” I smiled as I got in my car to go pick up my best friend.
Kayla has been looking forward to this for so long. She invited herself when she heard I’d be going up there. Truthfully, I planned on going alone, but I’m glad she decided to join me. It would get a little too lonely. Pulling up to her house, I honked my horn, wanting to get there as fast as we can.
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Three hours later, we arrived at the cottage. The time now begin 1:30, meaning Weiner would be showing up soon.
“Hey Kayl, Wayne’s going to be here soon. So let’s get this shit inside and maybe go take a swim.” I looked over my shoulder to see my best friend with a confused look on her face.
“Do we know someone who drives a Chevy Tahoe?” I spinned at her question to see the vehicle in question, parked on the other side of the driveway.
“Uh, no. Let me call Papa G and see what’s up.” I stood there puzzled as I my phone rang in my ear.
“Hello?”
“Papa G, who drives the Chevy Tahoe that’s parked here?"
“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. I forgot to tell you. I promised two other people they could spend two weeks up there.”
As I’m talking to him, I’m walking up to the door. Since our unnamed housemates are here, I just walked in.
“Papa G, I didn’t know you let other people stay here. Do I know these people?”
“Sure you do! I’m sorry, sweetheart. I forgot they would be there. Do you want to come back home? Rylee….. Rylee? You still there?”
I moved the phone from my ear, as I looked up to hear what could only be our housemates walking through the house to see that we had just walked in.
“You must be Rylee. Walt mentioned that you would be coming early to set up for the barbecue, but nothing about you uh…” they looked towards our luggage “staying here.”
I was stuck in my place. Glancing over at Kayla, noticing she was the same.
Our housemates were Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane.
Walter Gretzky, the man who saved my life. I lived next door to the Gretzky’s my whole life. At 16, my mom passed away from cancer. My whole world stopped. If it wasn’t for Walter, I don’t know where I’d be. My brother had moved away when I was 15 and he stopped contact with us when Mom got sick. Walter took me in, and my life changed forever. Sure, living next to the Gretzky’s, you’d think my life would be full of hockey. Not the case, at all. I was always into pro wrestling, it set me apart from all my friends, made me unique. Sure, I knew what hockey was, I wasn’t stupid. I just never sat down and watched a full game. Walter introduced me to hockey. It was his way of getting me out of my room. It completely changed my life. I always thought I was going to be a math teacher. Now, here I am, 22 years old, packing my bag to go to the Gretzky’s summer house up north for the summer before I take off for Chicago to be a junior photographer for the Chicago Blackhawks.
“Yeah, Papa G. I’m all set!” I smiled back as I zipped up my luggage. “I just got swing by and pick up Kayla and we’re off!”
“Okay! Have fun. I know it’s hard, but you know she would want you to enjoy this.”
I gave Papa G a hug as a few tears rolled down my cheek. This was hard, harder than people realize. The summer house was the last place I remember my mom being happy 3 months before she did. I haven’t been back since. I couldn’t bear to step in that house and try to be happy there without her. I knew I had to do it. I had to move on with my life, be happy. It’s what she would’ve wanted.
“I’ll see you tonight, right? Weiner’s having the barbecue up there?” Walter smiled at my nickname for his son, Wayne.
"Yes, sweetie. I’ll be there around 7. Wayne said he would be there around 3. That should give you and Kayla some time to settle in before the place gets packed with hockey players.”
"Okay! I’ll see you then.” I smiled as I got in my car to go pick up my best friend.
Kayla has been looking forward to this for so long. She invited herself when she heard I’d be going up there. Truthfully, I planned on going alone, but I’m glad she decided to join me. It would get a little too lonely. Pulling up to her house, I honked my horn, wanting to get there as fast as we can.
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Three hours later, we arrived at the cottage. The time now begin 1:30, meaning Weiner would be showing up soon.
“Hey Kayl, Wayne’s going to be here soon. So let’s get this shit inside and maybe go take a swim.” I looked over my shoulder to see my best friend with a confused look on her face.
“Do we know someone who drives a Chevy Tahoe?” I spinned at her question to see the vehicle in question, parked on the other side of the driveway.
“Uh, no. Let me call Papa G and see what’s up.” I stood there puzzled as I my phone rang in my ear.
“Hello?”
“Papa G, who drives the Chevy Tahoe that’s parked here?"
“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. I forgot to tell you. I promised two other people they could spend two weeks up there.”
As I’m talking to him, I’m walking up to the door. Since our unnamed housemates are here, I just walked in.
“Papa G, I didn’t know you let other people stay here. Do I know these people?”
“Sure you do! I’m sorry, sweetheart. I forgot they would be there. Do you want to come back home? Rylee….. Rylee? You still there?”
I moved the phone from my ear, as I looked up to hear what could only be our housemates walking through the house to see that we had just walked in.
“You must be Rylee. Walt mentioned that you would be coming early to set up for the barbecue, but nothing about you uh…” they looked towards our luggage “staying here.”
I was stuck in my place. Glancing over at Kayla, noticing she was the same.
Our housemates were Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane.
Notes
This story is already completed. I am reposting it from Mibba to here.Hope you enjoy...
steph...<3
