Page 86 of Penalty to the Heart

As I see it, this club is basically spitting on his legacy by replacing him with a Maverick.

And what’s worse is that there hasn’t even been any blowback because of it.

When the announcement was made a few days ago, I was sure there would be some kind of uprise from the fans. However, much to my dismay, everyone is behaving as though this is the best fucking outcome that could have ever happened to the Guardians. Even the media is portraying the acquisition as the coup of the decade, with Bellamy being hailed as the prodigal son returned. One online news outlet even wrote that Bellamy graciously switching teams in the final leg of the conference should be considered as a tribute to Jack. This switch means the Guardians now have a forward center to help fulfill Jack’s dreams of his beloved team being one step closer to winning the Stanley Cup. And the fans are actually buying this shit!

This is so fucked up.

Everyone has lost their fucking minds if they honestly believe for one minute that Jack would be okay with this shit.

Yet, I seem to be the only one lucid enough to see that Bellamy has no place on this team and never will.

I mean, what’s going to happen when Jack gets better, huh?

What are they going to do with Bellamy, then?

But that’s the crux of it all, isn’t it?

No one expects my brother to get better.

They’ve discarded any possibility of recovery entirely.

They’ve lost hope. And I fucking hate them for it. All of them.

I hate Preston for having the deep pockets to make such a trade happen.

I hate Nichols for signing off on it.

I even hate Piper for making the whole deal go down.

There’s so much hate inside me that I feel like I’ll end up choking on it.

Every last fucker who patted Bellamy on the back and welcomed him to the team with open arms is now on my shitlist.

Thankfully, there is one person who knew how hard I’d take the news, and that person is Coach Byrne. He didn’t force me to train with Bellamy and the rest of the team throughout the week, knowing full well I couldn’t stomach watching that shit. So, he left me to my own devices instead and told me I could train solo in the afternoon for the time being.

I was good with that.

The less I saw of Bellamy’s face, the better.

But unfortunately for me, even as a bench warmer, I still had to show up for today’s game against the Pittsburgh Patriots. Thankfully, Bellamy has had the good sense to stay away from me, but every once in a while, I feel his pitying stare.

Fuck him and his pity.

If I had it my way, he’d be on the first flight back to New York.

Not that the Mavericks would want him now.

They’re beyond pissed the fucker ditched them.

I mean, it’s fucking unheard of—a vital player leaving his team right at the pivotal stage of the conference. It’s never been done before, so I wonder what kind of deal with the devil he must have done to get out of his contract and come to play for the Guardians. The indemnity alone must have cost a pretty penny. Millions of the teams’ money down the drain just to get this asshole here. But then again, Lawrence Preston III is the one now holding the Guardians’ purse, which means money is no longer an issue.

And what Preston wants, Preston gets.

Fuck.

The world is changing around me, and I can’t seem to stop it from spinning. To keep it exactly how it was before.

Though in part, I’m the one at fault here. I’m the motherfucker who made this shit happen.

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