Move Over
Twenty-One: Welcome Back To The Family
I skated over to Tuukka's still body, I was holding back tears. There was blood on the ice, ref's, players and doctors scurrying around trying to get him up. I was pushed out of the way by EMS, I didn't know what was happening, I was scared. All I knew was that Tuukka was seriously hurt. The blood on the ice, made my blood boil. Whoever did this was going to pay. I couldn't help screaming out in rage as soon as I saw Pk Subban leaving the ice, escorted by the linesman. Suburban wore an evil smirk. I skated after them, seeing red. I tackled Suburban to the ice, his head colliding with the cold ground. I punched him until his face was redder than Tuukka's blood.
"It's what you DESERVE" I screamed, spitting on his face. Suddenly the scene swirled.
I woke up in a cold sweat, tears fell out of my eyes. It was a dream. I sighed in relief, it was just a dream. I swallowed hard and threw the duvet off my legs.
I wiped my eyes and gulped down the glass of water I had fetched in the kitchen. I was now sitting on the leather couch, staring blankly out the window. The Boston skyline from my apartment was beautiful. I lived in a mainly Irish community, my neighbors and landlord all had Irish accents which was cool, because they were so nice. They almost swore more than me, that's for sure. There was a pub across the street, named Dublin's oddly enough. Butcher's next to it, then convenience store next to that. It was pretty awesome. The sun was just coming up behind the tall buildings of downtown Boston. It was pretty in the morning. I glanced on the clock on my phone, 5:03. Perfect time for a 'i-can't-get-back-to-sleep' sprint run. It's a run, in which you sprint as fast as you can, as far as you can. my record was 36 blocks in Finland, that's was when my boyfriend and I broke up because, he chose his hockey career over me. He was still in the Finnish Elite, playing for Helsinki. I shook his image out of my head.
I quickly changed and jogged down the stairs of my apartment. I begun running, as fast I could for as long as I could.
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I finally stopped after 29 blocks. I panted and leaned my hands on my knees. I wasn't surprised that I was standing in front of the Murphy's Pub, the guys had taken me here last season to celebrate my second shutout. Well.......if the run didn't wake me up, the dropping of a glass beer bottle in front of me did. I jumped back and nearly screamed.
"Jesus Christ!" I screamed, clasped my hand to my heart. In front of me was an old man, late 60s early 70s. He had long white hair and a short, trimmed beard, he smelt of beer and old spice. I looked from the shattered bottle, to him, to the pub I was standing in front of.
"Alek Lehto, the Bruins goaltender," He stated, his Irish accent not surprising. He looked me up and down,
"Well...I was about to phone Claude but, you'll do," He mentioned me to follow him into the pub, and I did cautiously.
My eyes adjusted to the dim light of the pub, to see Seguin. His head was on the bar top, passed out, his hand on a mug of half drunk Guinness.
"He's been like that since 11:00 last night" He sighed and I rolled my eyes. Seguin, Seguin. I reached into my pocket looking for my phone. Shit, the only time I actual need to take a picture and I didn't bring my phone.
I sighed and advanced towards him, taking the pint out of his hand and poking his face with my finger. He squinted and groaned.
"What are you doing here?" Seguin asked, I gave him a look.
"You know, I take a run and next thing I know, I'm lugging your sorry ass home" I said, helping him out of the bar stool.
"C'mon," I sighed, and reached into his pocket for his keys. He jumped back, nearly spraining my wrist. I groaned and pulled out the land rover's keys. I half pulled, half dragged Tyler to his SUV.
"You're so lucky I was here, or else the owner would've called Coach," I sat him in the back of the truck.
I then realized the obvious, "For fuck's sake, we're playing tonight you asshole!" He groaned and covered his ears. I slammed the back door shut and went into the drivers seat,
he was so lucky!
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I sat across from Seguin at my kitchen table, "What were you thinking?" I demanded. He didn't answer but, swallowed the aspirin I had given him. I rolled my eyes and got up. I went to the fridge and rummaged through it, until i found what i was looking for. Bananas.
"Eat. It." I told him, handing him it. He looked skeptical. I knew from long nights of missing Tuukka, with only jagermeister to keep me company that bananas worked for hangovers, even the nasty ones.
"Good" I said when he finished, I then handed him another one. He scarfed it down like it was the first thing he'd ate in years.
"Do you like eggs" it wasn't a question. I poured him a glass of Orange juice, then fried him up some eggs, then got him a Gatorade from the fridge.
"Eat all of this and you'll be good" I said, sighing at the end- pushing a stray hair out of my face, and into my loose ponytail.
He cocked an eyebrow, "Why are you being nice to me?"
I shrugged, "No matter what I think, you're a good hockey player" I paused, choosing my words carefully, "And I don't want to lose" I added.
He licked his lips, seductively, "You kiss me, I'll kick your ass" I threatened reading his mind.
"Wouldn't think about it" he smiled. I sniffed the air, then scrunched up my nose; realizing I was still in my sweat drenched clothes.
"I'll be right back, don't break anything"
"And Tuukka Rask stops another one!" The announcer screamed through the microphone. I watched the game intensely. Tyler's line was lagging but, playing a team like Montreal, lagging means you only score half as many goals as you would normally, which was still alot.
I let my eyes wander off for a second, and the ref's whistle blew. My eyes snapped back, Tuukka was on the ground, a large amount of blood, pouring out of his face mask. Pk Subban was getting gang fought by Chara, Seidenberg and Lucic.
I was up and over the boards before anyone could tell me to stop. I raced over to where the linesmen, players and medics were scurrying around. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of my dream. The stench of the blood made me nauseous, knowing that it was Tuukka's made it a hell of a lot worse.
"Lehto, are you okay to play?" the Linesmen, Gary asked and I nodded, still stunned.
As soon as I saw Pk Subban, I charged at him. I tackled him to the ice and punched his smirking face until it was redder than Tuukka's blood. The Ref had to pulled me off of him, if he didn't I think I would've seriously hurt him or worse.
"You deserved it! You dirty rat bastard!!" I screamed and the stadium went quiet. Literally you could've heard a puck drop on the ice. I pulled my arm away from the ref's grip.
"Whoa, Alek, that was insane" Lucic stopped me, in my angered retreat back to the crease.
"But, cool" he added and extended his hand, "Welcome back to the family"
"It's what you DESERVE" I screamed, spitting on his face. Suddenly the scene swirled.
I woke up in a cold sweat, tears fell out of my eyes. It was a dream. I sighed in relief, it was just a dream. I swallowed hard and threw the duvet off my legs.
I wiped my eyes and gulped down the glass of water I had fetched in the kitchen. I was now sitting on the leather couch, staring blankly out the window. The Boston skyline from my apartment was beautiful. I lived in a mainly Irish community, my neighbors and landlord all had Irish accents which was cool, because they were so nice. They almost swore more than me, that's for sure. There was a pub across the street, named Dublin's oddly enough. Butcher's next to it, then convenience store next to that. It was pretty awesome. The sun was just coming up behind the tall buildings of downtown Boston. It was pretty in the morning. I glanced on the clock on my phone, 5:03. Perfect time for a 'i-can't-get-back-to-sleep' sprint run. It's a run, in which you sprint as fast as you can, as far as you can. my record was 36 blocks in Finland, that's was when my boyfriend and I broke up because, he chose his hockey career over me. He was still in the Finnish Elite, playing for Helsinki. I shook his image out of my head.
I quickly changed and jogged down the stairs of my apartment. I begun running, as fast I could for as long as I could.
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I finally stopped after 29 blocks. I panted and leaned my hands on my knees. I wasn't surprised that I was standing in front of the Murphy's Pub, the guys had taken me here last season to celebrate my second shutout. Well.......if the run didn't wake me up, the dropping of a glass beer bottle in front of me did. I jumped back and nearly screamed.
"Jesus Christ!" I screamed, clasped my hand to my heart. In front of me was an old man, late 60s early 70s. He had long white hair and a short, trimmed beard, he smelt of beer and old spice. I looked from the shattered bottle, to him, to the pub I was standing in front of.
"Alek Lehto, the Bruins goaltender," He stated, his Irish accent not surprising. He looked me up and down,
"Well...I was about to phone Claude but, you'll do," He mentioned me to follow him into the pub, and I did cautiously.
My eyes adjusted to the dim light of the pub, to see Seguin. His head was on the bar top, passed out, his hand on a mug of half drunk Guinness.
"He's been like that since 11:00 last night" He sighed and I rolled my eyes. Seguin, Seguin. I reached into my pocket looking for my phone. Shit, the only time I actual need to take a picture and I didn't bring my phone.
I sighed and advanced towards him, taking the pint out of his hand and poking his face with my finger. He squinted and groaned.
"What are you doing here?" Seguin asked, I gave him a look.
"You know, I take a run and next thing I know, I'm lugging your sorry ass home" I said, helping him out of the bar stool.
"C'mon," I sighed, and reached into his pocket for his keys. He jumped back, nearly spraining my wrist. I groaned and pulled out the land rover's keys. I half pulled, half dragged Tyler to his SUV.
"You're so lucky I was here, or else the owner would've called Coach," I sat him in the back of the truck.
I then realized the obvious, "For fuck's sake, we're playing tonight you asshole!" He groaned and covered his ears. I slammed the back door shut and went into the drivers seat,
he was so lucky!
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I sat across from Seguin at my kitchen table, "What were you thinking?" I demanded. He didn't answer but, swallowed the aspirin I had given him. I rolled my eyes and got up. I went to the fridge and rummaged through it, until i found what i was looking for. Bananas.
"Eat. It." I told him, handing him it. He looked skeptical. I knew from long nights of missing Tuukka, with only jagermeister to keep me company that bananas worked for hangovers, even the nasty ones.
"Good" I said when he finished, I then handed him another one. He scarfed it down like it was the first thing he'd ate in years.
"Do you like eggs" it wasn't a question. I poured him a glass of Orange juice, then fried him up some eggs, then got him a Gatorade from the fridge.
"Eat all of this and you'll be good" I said, sighing at the end- pushing a stray hair out of my face, and into my loose ponytail.
He cocked an eyebrow, "Why are you being nice to me?"
I shrugged, "No matter what I think, you're a good hockey player" I paused, choosing my words carefully, "And I don't want to lose" I added.
He licked his lips, seductively, "You kiss me, I'll kick your ass" I threatened reading his mind.
"Wouldn't think about it" he smiled. I sniffed the air, then scrunched up my nose; realizing I was still in my sweat drenched clothes.
"I'll be right back, don't break anything"
"And Tuukka Rask stops another one!" The announcer screamed through the microphone. I watched the game intensely. Tyler's line was lagging but, playing a team like Montreal, lagging means you only score half as many goals as you would normally, which was still alot.
I let my eyes wander off for a second, and the ref's whistle blew. My eyes snapped back, Tuukka was on the ground, a large amount of blood, pouring out of his face mask. Pk Subban was getting gang fought by Chara, Seidenberg and Lucic.
I was up and over the boards before anyone could tell me to stop. I raced over to where the linesmen, players and medics were scurrying around. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of my dream. The stench of the blood made me nauseous, knowing that it was Tuukka's made it a hell of a lot worse.
"Lehto, are you okay to play?" the Linesmen, Gary asked and I nodded, still stunned.
As soon as I saw Pk Subban, I charged at him. I tackled him to the ice and punched his smirking face until it was redder than Tuukka's blood. The Ref had to pulled me off of him, if he didn't I think I would've seriously hurt him or worse.
"You deserved it! You dirty rat bastard!!" I screamed and the stadium went quiet. Literally you could've heard a puck drop on the ice. I pulled my arm away from the ref's grip.
"Whoa, Alek, that was insane" Lucic stopped me, in my angered retreat back to the crease.
"But, cool" he added and extended his hand, "Welcome back to the family"
Notes
I say 'HAHA' to 1 day writers block, i snapped back! Ha! HAHA! Anyway have a nice day!
I know, i really suck at great endings and i didn't want it to end either, but i literally had zero ideas
7/21/13