Page 63 of Chasing Football Dreams

"Who is going to believe a desperate orphan over someone famous like me?"

My mind was rushing as I processed his words. "Are you threatening me?" I asked.

He shrugged. "You can take it as a friendly warning and leave here without ever talking to Shane again,"

I stared at him finding him ridiculous. "No, they are my parents and for seventeen years they were forced to believe that I am dead,"

"I am not going to disappear out of their lives only to hurt them,"

"They will get over it and I will help them like I did before,"

"Why?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Why what?"

"Why would you do it to your best friend?"

"Shane is not as innocent as you take him for," His voice became cold and smothered by hate when he spoke of Shane.

"That so-called quarterback position he got was my spot. He was supposed to stay a rookie, a second-string,"

"He was better than you and you couldn't take it," I corrected him, knowing all about his replacement.

"You know nothing," He growled, his voice making me jump back and feel like a cornered animal.

"I know that he could handle the pressure. Just admit it. You screwed up when you not only once but twice fumbled the ball. You couldn't get out a pass and threw it straight into the other team's hands,"

"Shut your mouth!" The strike of his hand came out of nowhere. The force and surprise slammed me into the floor.

"I lost my daughter and yet, I was to hear how someone was to replace me!"

I ignored the sting in my cheek and pushed to my feet. Flashbacks swirled around in my head, unboxing suppressed memories.

I saw myself, crawling away from him crying when his hand struck me. His loud voice boomed at me to quit crying.

I got to my feet refusing to stay down and let him mistreat me again. "So, you planned on taking his daughter and what? Put him through the same misery thinking his spot would open up to you,"

"Guess that blew up in your face,"

He came at me again but I dodged landing on my knees and crawled out of the room. I screamed as loud as I could with the hope someone would hear me when he grabbed me by the leg and pulled me back into the room.

I grunted at the force of him shoving me into the room and throwing me against the wall. I glared up at him, watching him freak out.

"Glare all you want, girl. You are stuck in this room until I figure out what I am going to do with you,"

"With a house full of guests, including my father and team who is going to come looking for me,"

"I will tell them that you felt ill and had to leave," He shut the bookcase which was the door to this room, shutting me inside again.

I pulled my phone from my shorts to call for help when I noticed I didn't have it. It must have fallen out. Shit. Just what I needed.

I pushed to my feet, rushing over to the bed. I shoved off the mattress and threw the bed frame over hoping to make as much noise as possible.

I tried to see if I could push the door open but it didn't budge. I was freaken trapped and nobody downstairs could hear me.

"Shit!" I screamed, feeling like I could pull my hair out.

Why the hell did I have to be such a stubborn ass?

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