riverbank.
Please save her.
Please save her.
Please save her.
I’m not sure if
I’m praying or wishing. Maybe I’m praying to a God that I abandoned years ago Whatever
I’m doing, it is my last hope.
“Holy crap! It’s
a girl! Caroline, call the cops there’s a girl down there!”
I watch a
shadowed figure jump out of the car. A pregnant lady with blonde hair.
“Jim, what’s
wrong?”
“Call 911 quick,
there’s a girl down there,” he says before running to the edge of the bridge to
climb down.
He sees her.
He can save her.
He can save her.
She’ll be okay.
I begin to fade.
Chapter One
12 hours earlier
I set my helmet
inside of my locker before slamming it as hard as I can.
“Dammit!” My
voice echoes through the empty locker room. It taunts me, telling me how much I
screwed up. Just outside, my parents and three thousand fans stand with
disappointment on their faces. We’d lost the first game of the season, and all
because I couldn’t get my head in the game.
“Bash?”
I sigh before
turning around. I already know who the voice belongs to. Tawny the school
reporter. She’s been looking for ways to bring me down since my freshman year.
“Everyone is
waiting outside for you.” she says with a smirk on her face.
“How did you get
in here?” I try to push past her small body, but she uses her shoulder to push
back.
“I said everyone
is waiting for you.”
“I bet you’re
happy, huh? My first game as starting quarterback, and I kept dropping the
ball.”
“I bet your mind
was somewhere else.”
“What ya getting
at?”
“Nothing. Can I
just get a statement?” She sighs and starts tapping her foot. “My editor is
insistent that we still play up how wonderfully you played tonight.”
Everyone always
sucks up to me. “Fine, what do you want?”
“Is it true you’re
on the verge of losing your football scholarship due to your grades?”
My jaw tightens.
How does she know about that? “That’s none of your business, Tawny.”
“Okay, then what
about the team’s drug scandal.”
I choose my
words carefully. “What do you know about that?”
“I know that
your wide receiver, Ben Marco, was caught selling drugs on campus. I know that
all the players were tested before the game.”
Words can’t even
describe how angry I am. My throat closes up; my fists curl up at my side, my
pulse races. How dare she come in here with her pompous holier than thou
attitude and ask me questions she has no idea about. I want to hit her, hit
someone, hit something.
“Get the hell
out!” I point towards the door before making a dent in one of the lockers with
my fist. “Get out NOW!”
“Thought that
would be your reaction.” She laughs and walks toward the exit. I shake my right
hand a bit, nothing is broken, but the pain radiates up from my knuckles.
They’ve taken worse. There’s only one person who can make me feel better, and
she lives hours away. She isn’t here because she’s working on a makeup design
for a movie. I pull out my phone and press the speed dial. She’s the only one
who calms me down when I feel like this.
“Hey Bash, How
did your game go?”
My heartbeat
speeds up, I hate to disappoint her, but there is no other way around it.
“We lost, I kept
screwing up. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I don’t tell her the rest. I
don’t want to worry her.
“Honey, I’m so
sorry. You’ve worked so hard for that position. Everything okay?”
“I dunno.”
When I don’t say
anything else, she starts humming. I hear the strokes of her paintbrush hitting
a canvas, I can only imagine that she is twirling her hair, no doubt specks of
paint cover her hands and face.
“Ask me about my
project.” she says. I don’t want to talk about her project; I want her to do
what she always does. Tell me it will be okay and give me advice.
“Tell me about
your project.” My voice is flat, unenthusiastic. I sit down on the wooden bench
and wait for her to
Please save her.
Please save her.
Please save her.
I’m not sure if
I’m praying or wishing. Maybe I’m praying to a God that I abandoned years ago Whatever
I’m doing, it is my last hope.
“Holy crap! It’s
a girl! Caroline, call the cops there’s a girl down there!”
I watch a
shadowed figure jump out of the car. A pregnant lady with blonde hair.
“Jim, what’s
wrong?”
“Call 911 quick,
there’s a girl down there,” he says before running to the edge of the bridge to
climb down.
He sees her.
He can save her.
He can save her.
She’ll be okay.
I begin to fade.
Chapter One
12 hours earlier
I set my helmet
inside of my locker before slamming it as hard as I can.
“Dammit!” My
voice echoes through the empty locker room. It taunts me, telling me how much I
screwed up. Just outside, my parents and three thousand fans stand with
disappointment on their faces. We’d lost the first game of the season, and all
because I couldn’t get my head in the game.
“Bash?”
I sigh before
turning around. I already know who the voice belongs to. Tawny the school
reporter. She’s been looking for ways to bring me down since my freshman year.
“Everyone is
waiting outside for you.” she says with a smirk on her face.
“How did you get
in here?” I try to push past her small body, but she uses her shoulder to push
back.
“I said everyone
is waiting for you.”
“I bet you’re
happy, huh? My first game as starting quarterback, and I kept dropping the
ball.”
“I bet your mind
was somewhere else.”
“What ya getting
at?”
“Nothing. Can I
just get a statement?” She sighs and starts tapping her foot. “My editor is
insistent that we still play up how wonderfully you played tonight.”
Everyone always
sucks up to me. “Fine, what do you want?”
“Is it true you’re
on the verge of losing your football scholarship due to your grades?”
My jaw tightens.
How does she know about that? “That’s none of your business, Tawny.”
“Okay, then what
about the team’s drug scandal.”
I choose my
words carefully. “What do you know about that?”
“I know that
your wide receiver, Ben Marco, was caught selling drugs on campus. I know that
all the players were tested before the game.”
Words can’t even
describe how angry I am. My throat closes up; my fists curl up at my side, my
pulse races. How dare she come in here with her pompous holier than thou
attitude and ask me questions she has no idea about. I want to hit her, hit
someone, hit something.
“Get the hell
out!” I point towards the door before making a dent in one of the lockers with
my fist. “Get out NOW!”
“Thought that
would be your reaction.” She laughs and walks toward the exit. I shake my right
hand a bit, nothing is broken, but the pain radiates up from my knuckles.
They’ve taken worse. There’s only one person who can make me feel better, and
she lives hours away. She isn’t here because she’s working on a makeup design
for a movie. I pull out my phone and press the speed dial. She’s the only one
who calms me down when I feel like this.
“Hey Bash, How
did your game go?”
My heartbeat
speeds up, I hate to disappoint her, but there is no other way around it.
“We lost, I kept
screwing up. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I don’t tell her the rest. I
don’t want to worry her.
“Honey, I’m so
sorry. You’ve worked so hard for that position. Everything okay?”
“I dunno.”
When I don’t say
anything else, she starts humming. I hear the strokes of her paintbrush hitting
a canvas, I can only imagine that she is twirling her hair, no doubt specks of
paint cover her hands and face.
“Ask me about my
project.” she says. I don’t want to talk about her project; I want her to do
what she always does. Tell me it will be okay and give me advice.
“Tell me about
your project.” My voice is flat, unenthusiastic. I sit down on the wooden bench
and wait for her to
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