Page 2 of Chasing Football Dreams

“You know, collegeboy. I am not going to treat you any different because you’re in college now,” Ivy sarcastically muttered.

“I didn’t ask of you to treat me any different,” I pressed finding my sister’s banter amusing.

Our parents waited for us in the car. Our father looked chuffed with himself. I had a feeling his lecture went great.

“Guess Dad had more of a fun night than you and it should have been your night,”

I chuckled and raised my shoulders. “I won’t ever understand what is so sexy about a person being so smart,”

Ivy rolled her eyes. “I don’t understand what fun you get from chasing after a ball,”

“And I don’t understand how you can stand for hours and stare at a painting,”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I guess we are opposite like our parents,”

“You got the brains and I got the looks,”

Chapter One

Duncan and I met up with the guys at the diner. I was grateful that there was no awkwardness or tension. It never dawned on me that my team truly cared about me and that we were a family for as long as we lived. Even if we won’t be on the same team in the future, we will forever have each other’s backs.

Brenda was kind enough to let us push a set of tables together for my team and sent the waitresses out to take everyone’s orders. I had to control my laughter at the guys checking out the girls and I just had to accept that they were still just guys.

“How are you feeling?” Freddie asked from the

“Everything is still a bit hazy,” It’s hard to comprehend that my childhood was a lie and that I could be someone else.

“We got your back,” Wesley came forward. “I know it doesn’t mean much but we are your family now and anything you need, we’ll be there,”

“Are we going to discuss what happened and why you felt the need to break into the orphanage’s office?” Xander asked.

No matter how badly I wanted to argue about my discovery. It was hard to accept what a piece of paper states but it was all proof I had at this point.

Nobody truly knew how I became to be an orphan. They were only aware that I was an orphan.

I looked at Duncan seeking advice to answer their questions. He nodded his head at me, giving me the option to share my secrets with them.

“I became an orphan when I was four years old," The images were still hazy of how I exactly got to the orphanage. I've only had the word of Kelly.

"I was told that my parents died in a car accident and I was the only survivor,” I tried to ignore last night’s dream hitting me against the skull. I tried not to overthink about how it could have been a memory that resurfaced.

“For sixteen years I believed what they told me until I learned of their betrayal,”

“What happened? It must have shaken you to the core, to haveyouall of people breaking the law,” Freddie noted.

I lifted my head to find Duncan’s gaze. His dark, mysterious eyes were trained on me and I realized they weren’t so inexplainable anymore. It got easier to understand him and pick up on his emotions.

I haven’t told him about the dreams Eliza and I were starting to believe to be memories I’ve suppressed.

How do I explain this to them without sounding insane?

“From eleven years old, I started having recurrent dreams of my supposed childhood,” I didn’t want to go into details about what my dreams were about and what I saw.

I embraced the expected dishevelled looks of my team. “Eliza started to believe that I could be the daughter of Shane Martin,”

Their gasps levelled with my astonishment. “But how?” Wesley questioned. “Zoey Martin was found dead,”

“I was thinking the same thing and I still believe it can’t be true,” My gaze locked with Duncan’s again and I saw that he was frustrated with my remark but he composed himself.

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