Page 82 of Hitting the Goal Line
The words to object are on the tip of my tongue, since I’ve barely had anything to eat since lunch, but I drop it. Maybe he has plans to order something once we get to his apartment.
Instead of taking the train like we usually do, Elijah calls for a ride and within minutes we are leaving the Knights arena behind and heading to his apartment.
The car ride is silent.
Not a single word is spoken, not even to the driver. We just sit in the back seat, my hand on his lap, still in the tightest grip known to man, all the while he looks out the window and I look at him.
For the whole car ride, I try to figure out what could have affected his mood so badly, and all I can think of is that it started when he saw me and what I was wearing. I see nothing wrong with it, I’m supporting my friend, but he must be seeing something that I’m not.
All the questions are on the tip of my tongue but I don’t speak them.
When the car gets to its destination, Elijah is quick to get out of the car without a single word, leaving me and the driver absolutely speechless.
I take a deep breath before giving the driver a smile through the rear-view mirror. “Thank you so much.” I tell him before getting out of the car and following my boyfriend upstairs.
The second that we are in the safety of his apartment, is as if all the tension coming off him becomes more intense.
“Did you have fun at the game?” he asks, taking off his jacket, like he didn’t just spend the last three hours in his own emotions.
It takes everything in me not to blow.
“I was having fun until my boyfriend decided to act like an asshole,” I let out, pulling at the sleeves of my jersey.
“An asshole, huh?” he asks, nodding his head in the process.
“Yes, an asshole. You didn’t say more than two words to me during the whole game and when we went down to talk to Blake, you didn’t even shake his hand,” I say, trying not to let my anger show but it’s becoming hard.
“Yeah, well I had a reason for that,” Elijah tells me, his face as stoic as it has all night.
“Oh yeah? And what reason is that?”
The second that the words leave my mouth, everything becomes a blur.
One minute there is about fifteen feet between me and Elijah, the next he’s right in front of me, his hands wrapped tightly around the tops of my arms and he has me pushed up against the wall.
A whimper escapes me when Elijah brings his face closer to mine with a snarl on his face instead of a smile.
“I was acting like an asshole because my girlfriend was fucking embarrassing me. Not only are you wearing another fucking man’s name on your back, you were also cheering himon like you wanted to get on your knees and suck his cock.” He spits out the words, all the while his fingers dig not only into the material of my jersey but into my skin. Pain radiates through both my arms as they ask for relief. “Don’t you know how that fucking felt? To be sitting there with my friends, while my woman was screaming out another man’s name. It felt like I was a fucking joke and they were laughing straight to my face.”
He shoves my body back, my head hitting the wall.
“I-I-I was supporting my friend,” I stutter out, trying my best to wiggle out of his grip, but he’s too strong for me.
“I don’t give a fuck. I don’t give a fuck if you’ve known the guy since you were a fucking child. You’re mine and the only man’s name that has a right to come out of that mouth of yours is mine.”
Tears start rolling down my face and I feel like crumbling down to the floor, because it feels like Elijah is seconds away from letting go of my arms and slapping me across the face.
I need him to let me go.
I continue to try to wiggle out of his hold some more but he just holds me tighter and pushing further onto the wall, leaving no space whatsoever.
“Elijah, you’re hurting me,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
“Do you think I care? You embarrassed me, you disrespected me,” he says in a snarl.
The tears continue to flow down my face and even as he sees them, he doesn’t budge.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it. Please let me go. You’re really hurting me,” I plead for him to let me go with everything that I have before the situation become worse.
