Page 292 of Wrong Pucking Player

“HELP!” I scream in urgency, triggering Dimitri and Felix to be by my side in seconds. I know immediately Mikayla’s nose is broken, which is why we need to turn her on her side promptly or she’ll choke on her own pooling blood in a matter of seconds.

I don’t know what’s happening until the heart-wrenching scream echoes from behind us.

“ABUSIVE PIECE OF SHIT!” Wolfgang screams as Maddox comes from behind to hold him back from jumping Winchester. “YOU FUCKING HIT MISHKA! OUR MISHKA! YOU FUCKING DOUCHE OF A BASTARD! IT’S OVER!”

It’s taking everything for Maddox to keep Wolfgang in his grasp, making me realize how much bigger Augustus looks when enraged.

“I… I…” Jayce tries to speak but can’t even formulate a word, his eyes returning to Mikayla’s, who’s thankfully breathing but in rough shape.

Thankfully, some of the paramedics are still on the ice and rushing around us to prepare Mikayla to get on a stretcher.

“WHAT NOW? YOU WANNA APOLOGIZE? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I’M A FREAK FOR BEING GAY, BUT YOU CAN HIT ANYONE YOU FUCKING WANT?!”

Wolfgang is quaking. The shrill rage pulsing off his body makes me frightened about what may happen if Maddox lets him out of his grip for one second.

It’s more shocking because Wolfgang is the one in the Heartbreaker Crew who barely loses his cool anywhere. He was so tame and relaxed, always encouraging others to be great.

Never have I seen him blow a fuse like he is now.

For good reason.

The audience, on the other hand, is so silent, the shock still settling in through the masses.

“SIX YEARS!” Wolfgang suddenly screams at the top of his lungs, forcing the world around him to listen to whatever confession he’s about to share with us all. “Six fucking years of you harassing me! You think I didn’t know it was you? Your fucked-up obsession of texting me and insulting me for being gay! This was your end game, right? Hurting the people I love and care about?!”

He finally manages to get out of Maddox’s hold, his equipment flying while he somehow stays in place. Maddox is still present with Damien in tow, the two of them at his sides while more of their teammates are behind him in support.

I’m still registering what he just revealed, confirming our suspicions and proving one thing.

Oscar is innocent.

I catch onto Katherine in the distance, realizing she has her phone out and is recording the entire thing. We share a quick gaze, and she nods to ensure me everything will be captured and used against Winchester.

We’re not only clearing Oscar’s name now.

This evidence would be used to pursue Winchester for the violence we all witnessed today.

“You want me to say it? Fine. I, WOLFGANG AUGUSTUS, AM GAY! I AM MADLY IN LOVE WITH MIKAYLA CROSS JOHNSON AND MADDOX O’RILEY WILSON! I’ve had a crush on both of them for years! Years of hiding it because the world would NEVER support a boy who was born here, then tossed into Russia because he’s a hindrance. I didn’t ask to be born this way! To be born different! To be FUCKED UP to YOUR standards that match so many in this small town, but guess what?”

He takes off his helmet and tosses it, followed by his gloves, padding, and hockey stick. Then, he points directly at Jayce, just as tears run down his flushed cheeks while his eyes are filled with immense hate.

“I’M TIRED OF BEING UNHAPPY! Tired of thinking I’m crazy, stupid, and unworthy of love because YOU took it upon yourself for the last six years to harass me so no one would accept me. That I’ll never be a goalie playing in the NHL and that my dreams are pathetic because anyone who is gay, bisexual, or doesn’t identify with your standards of what a man is supposed to be in this world doesn’t deserve to share the ice with you!”

He takes his jersey off and throws it at Jayce’s chest.

“If you think your definition of a man is this, then fuck this dream! Fuck me playing on this very ice because I don’t want to become someone like you. I NEVER want to be Jayce Winchester. The man who groomed our girl when she was fourteen in hopes she would never realize she was being taken advantage of. The man who uses his father to bail him out of every single incidents. The man who cares about nobody but himself! The man who SET UP his best friend of eleven fucking years and fellow Pincer goalie, so he can keep playing on the ice. Your desperation is SICK! Your desperate need to be the golden boy of Strattonville is a fucking obsession!”

He lifts his tatted arms, gesturing around the stadium.

“BUT LOOK! WHO’S THE BETTER PERSON NOW, JAYCE?”

He has no choice but to slowly look around, acknowledging the silent eeriness of the crowd that watches our dispute.

You can see it in all the fan’s eyes—some are filled with tears, while others are already flowing with them as their expression prove how distraught this all is. Many cover their mouths in shock, while there are plenty of men and women who don’t hide their anger and disappointment.

“You mock all of us who aren’t perfect. Those of us who aren’t rich or have generational wealth. Our tattoos bring disgust. Our piercings a shiny mockery for you to further emphasize why you’re better than the rest. You use anything to stress this narrative that we’re bad boys who don’t deserve to be a part of a sport that makes us happy. But you know what has always stayed true?” Wolfgang questions as he lifts his head up high. “Actions speak louder than words, Winchester. You just proved that.”

From the corner of my eye, I catch the sight of the police and security, who are not only on the ice but are approaching Winchester by the masses.

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