Hatred Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

"Hey...Presley...wake up!" I felt someone rubbing my shoulder "Ugh no" I whined not remembering where I was "Come on we're landing Pres" Sid said shaking me awake. Did he just call me by a nickname I mean I know it was just a shortened version of my name but still that's a little to casual for my liking. "Sorry I'm awake thanks Sid" I smiled rubbing my eyes "No problem, you know you talk in your sleep?" "What?" I knew I talked in my sleep but it only happened when I was stressed so I guess I was "What did I say?" "Well just grumbles but I heard you saying no and saying Mike or something I couldn't really make it out" Sid shrugged "I don't remember my dream so I don't know sorry if I disturbed anyone" "No you didn't no one heard you just me" Sid smiled getting up from the seat next to me. To tell the truth I actually remembered my dream it's the same nightmare every time. I used to get them regularly but they've stopped coming as consistently but only do I have them when I'm stressed, scared, or in the middle of change which right now I was all three. So why the dreams? long story short I was in a relationship with a guy my junior year of college I was 20 he was 27 and worked at some high end fortune 500 company and always told me I would never understand what he did. He drove and Audi and always wore the best suits that were tailored perfectly he was the perfect man the one you keep a hold basically Christian Grey type of but that was all just on the outside. At the beginning he was perfect but once we moved in together I came to know the real him and that person was a raging alcoholic so the Christian Grey exterior and an alcoholic interior equaled the same psychical abuse used by Grey but without the safe words. The final night I was with him he beat me within inches on my life and the only reason he stopped is because I was meant to go out with my best friend Meghan that night and never returned her call so she came to our house to see if I was okay. She found me unconscious on the living room floor, Mike had left and I never saw him again. A few days later I received a letter signing the deed to his house and basically everything he had to me saying he entered rehab for him problems and hoped when he was finished treatment I would be waiting for him. The next day I found his parents gave them everything and cut all ties. Thankfully I was able to get away from it all but the scars from his touch are woven in the deepest parts of my heart and the nightmares were just one part of it. I never in a million years ever wanted to have a nightmare on a plane for of men that I barely knew and end up sleep talking. Thankfully Sid believed my lie and never asked about it again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The rest of the trip was uneventful. No major injuries and the Penguins headed into Philadelphia undefeated on the road. As I did pregame stretches and treatments all of the players were busting me about the Flyers which I took and gave it right back to them. It was time for warm ups so we all headed out onto the ice of the Wells Fargo Center. My dad had been a season ticket holder my entire life which is where my love for the game came from and my love and dedication to the Flyers also came from. I stood on the bench turned around looking for my dad, I finally spotted him with my Sister and brother-in-law. They all waived to me and I waived back turning my attention back to the ice. Sid skated to the bench for his shoulder and already he was earning boos much to my pleasure. I snickered to myself hearing the familiar 'Crosby Sucks' chants "You think that funny, eh?" Sid asked "A little it's more of my memories of coming to games with that chant" "That your family up there?" He asked motioning to my dad who was staring down at us "Yup my dad, sister and my brother in law" "Where's your mom? Not much for hockey?" "No she's not around anymore when I was a sophomore in college she left one day saying she needed to find herself and she never came back....sorry that was to personal umm but you're good to go try to take it easy with the hits?" The game was full of fights and huge hits which made for many injuries toward the end of the 2nd period Sid fought Claude Giroux trying to get his team going since they were down 4-2. Giroux won the fight and split Sid's eye wide open. Once the fight was over he skated to the bench "Pres please" He almost whispered I followed him down the tunnel into the locker room and finally making it to the trainers room for the visiting team. He sat on the table and his eye was already starting to swell. I put ice on it to try to keep it from swelling anymore "Looks like G did a number on you" I said while checking his face "It's only because he's a fucking goon that's why" Sid spat "You're going to need a few stitches I can put them in or if you want someone else to do it I can..." Sid cut me off "Presley it's fine just do it and let me play in the 3rd doesn't matter if they're good stitches chicks dig scars so it's fine" Sid told me making me laugh "Oh they do do they?" I questioned “Yes I mean would you rather a guy all soft faced or a guy with a few scars?” “I guess you’re right a few scars can be a turn on” “So scars turn you on, eh?” Sid winked “If they’re from hockey absolutely I love the ruggedness of the players I don’t know they’re just much more attractive than other guys” I explained with a giggle. What I really having this conversation with Sidney Crosby? “Then definitely give me a scar if that’s what it’ll take to get you going” Sid laughed. Was he trying to flirt? I can’t flirt with Sid plus I wasn’t even sure if he was flirting he couldn’t be he wouldn’t be attracted to me absolutely not. A guy like that would never be interested in a girl like me. “I’ll see what I can do” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The game ended with a come from behind victory for the Penguins which I was not thrilled about but the guys seemed happy so I was a little happy for them. After the game the team went directly to the airport to fly back to Pittsburgh that night. We all boarded the plane and I took my seat in the back settling in to sleep on the way back to Pitt. As soon as I sat down and closed my eyes I was out I started to wake up when I heard voices talking “Sid she’s a trainer she’s not going to come out with us!” one voice said “Yea but Chris does so why can’t she?” I could tell it was Sid “Cause she doesn’t seem like a club type that’s all and why do you have such a hard on about Presley coming out with the team?” “I don’t I just want her to come out for her first victory we’ve done it for every other trainer!” “Yes but you’ve never cared this much and every other trainer weren’t smoking hot like Presley” I tried not to smirk and pretend I was still asleep and didn’t hear the conversation. I was fully awoken by a poke to my shoulder “Hey…wake up” It was Sid “Ugh what? Are you okay?” “Yes I’m fine..” “Is anyone in pain, dying, bleeding uncontrollably, or has a limb hanging off?” “Uhh not I just…” “Then why are you waking me up?” “I just wanted to know if you wanted to come out for a little victory celly when we land?” I awkwardly sat in a booth watching as puck bunnys from every corner of the bar began their assault of the team trying to take one home. I had a few drinks but knew I needed to stay professional and sober in case a player went a little to hard celebrating. “You don’t look like you’re having fun” A voice said breaking me of my thoughts “Oh no I’m having fun it’s just clubs aren’t really my thing I’m not a fan of groups of people especially intoxicated” I explained after realizing it was Sid “Well can I buy you a drink or are you ready to go?” “What the hell you can buy me a drink” I laughed getting up from the booth and walking over to the bar “what’s up Crosby the usual?” The bartender said “Yea and a vodka thanks Ryan” Sid said slipping him a cash tip “So you come here a lot?” I asked sipping the last of my drink “It’ our usual spot after wins so I guess yea I come here a lot” Sid smiled. We continued talking for a minute and he was actually a very sweet guy. The alcohol started coursing through my body and I could start to feel it all over making me aware that I shouldn’t have anymore. As Sid and I sat talking I heard a familiar voice, like nails on a chalk board, a voice I wish to never hear again in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut not wanting to turn around “Presley? Presley Adams I know it’s you…how many times did I tell you that you can’t hide from me”

Notes

This chapter is pretty long hope you don't mind! Lots learned about Presley and her past which seems to be making an unwanted reappearance! Hope you enjoy it!! Don't forget as always vote, subscribe, and comment! Much LoveXX