The guys left for Shawinigan the next day and weren’t going to be back until Wednesday. It was a long drive, so they spent more then one night in the town. I had called Danny and told him what happened, and he agreed NOT to pass it on to the rest of the guys. I made him promise, because, like I told all of them, I didn’t want to split the locker room.
However, the night the boys got back, I was incredibly shocked to find Danny, Mark, Patrick, Cèdrick and Alex all standing on my doorstep with what was known in Canada as a Texas Mickey of Vodka in their hands. “What the fuck?” I said.
“Here.” Danny said, speaking for the group. “This is for Friday night.”
I glanced at the bottle. “You guys do know that I have a full cellar in the basement right?” I asked, confused.
“We know.” Danny said, speaking for the group again. “But we all chipped in and bought this for you.”
“Why?” I asked.
Mark shrugged. “We figured you needed to be good and drunk. Unless of course you’ve started feeling pregnant.” He said. “In which case I will personally kill you for drinking.”
I shrugged. “Alex knows now?” I asked.
“We told him.” Patrick said. “On Tuesday night.”
“Oh okay.” I said still feeling confused, as the guys came in and plopped themselves down in my living room. “So how was Shawinigan?” I asked, plopping myself down in between Patrick and Danny.
“We won the game.” Mark said, looking really angry.
“That’s good.” I said, confused by his anger.
“Sidney had a couple of goals.” Alex let me know.
“Good for him.” I said with a shrug.
“He’s been an asshole.” Mark snapped. “Keep him the fuck out of it.”
Everyone glanced around, looking at each other warily. “Okay guys… out with it.” I snapped.
“Out with what?” Patrick asked, doing his best to look innocent.
“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded again. “You guys are acting weird and I want to know why.”
Everyone glanced around again, looking at each other warily again. Finally, after a long, silent, awkward pause, Danny spoke up. “We can’t tell you Kally.”
“Why the fuck not?” I demanded. “You show up at my house immediately after you get back from a road trip, when most of you would typically go straight to their girlfriend’s to get laid, yet you’re here and you come bearing vodka. Something is up and I want to know what.”
“He’s right Kal.” Mark said, looking angry. “We can’t tell you… just know that we’re here for you ‘kay?”
I shook my head. “I already knew that.”
“Well we’re on your side.” Mark said angrily, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I already knew that too.” I said, feeling really confused. “Come on guys, just tell me what’s going on…” I whined.
“We cannot Kallista.” Cédrick said (he always called me by my full name, though I’d told him over and over again to call me Kally). “It would not be right. Just trust us to try and fight for you please.”
I nodded, feeling really confused. “If you guys say so.” I said.
“Thanks.” Danny said, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “You’re like a sister to us Kal… and we’re going to take care of you the same way we would take care of our own sisters.”
With that, they all stood, kissed me on the cheek or forehead as they hugged me. I felt loved… definitely. But I was also confused. There was something that they didn’t want to tell me and it was clearly something big. Something that I probably needed to know. As they left, I sighed.
I wanted to call Sidney… to ask him what was going on. But at the same time, I didn’t want to have to be the one to call him. I wanted him to be the one to call me. I didn’t want to here about Sidney’s game and goals from his teammates. I wanted him to be proud of himself and I wanted him to want me to be proud of him too.
Just like it used to be at Shattuck’s. I wanted him to want to impress me again. In fact, I almost wanted us to be back at Shattuck’s and I never dreamed that I’d want to go back there once I escaped. I wanted things back to the way they used to be. Little did I know however, that nothing was every going to be the same.
*
Friday night, after I was done having a quick dinner, I headed straight to Danny Stewart’s billet’s place. His billet was out of town for the weekend, and so the boys, taking advantage of the fact that they weren’t playing until Sunday afternoon, were ready to party. I, on the other hand, hadn’t spoken to Sidney since the previous Sunday night, and I was definitely not ready to party.
Of course, I went anyway though. It would have been unspeakably rude not too. I brought a bottle of Cris along with the Texas Mickey of vodka that the boys had bought for me. It was a lot of alcohol, but I knew that I couldn’t be rude by leaving their gift at home.
Danny opened the door when I rang the bell. I could see Sidney, Marc-Antoine, Dany and Guillaume the goalie, huddled together in a corner, talking. I sighed. Something told me that this was going to be a very, very long night. “Hey honey.” I said, kissing Danny on both cheeks.
“Hey Kal.” He said with a smile. “How’s it going?”
I shook my head. “It could be a hell of a lot better, and I intend on making it that way.”
“You’re going to be very, very drunk tonight huh?” He said with a grin, more of a statement than a question.
“One can only hope.” I said with a smile as we headed into the kitchen, so I could mix myself a drink and ditch my booze.
Sidney… in the meantime was doing a very, very good job of ignoring me. I was so frustrated. This sucked on so many different levels. I’d moved from my home just to be with him, and now, we could barely even look at each other.
I sighed in disgust as I poured myself a drink, then headed into the living room pulling up a chair. I took my bottle of Cris with me and sat there, watching as everyone else had a good time. Girls were flirting with Sidney left right and certain as they noticed that he and I appeared to be on less then good terms.
I glowered at a lot of them, not that it did me very much good at all. These girls were like vultures and they sensed that things weren’t as they should be between Sidney and I, and they were swooping in for the kill. I didn’t like it, but there wasn’t anything that I could really do about it, short of actually TALKING to Sidney and I wasn’t about to do that.
I wasn’t about to go and talk to Sidney that’s for sure. He was making it perfectly clear that he wanted NOTHING to do with me, and I wasn’t about to ruin that for him. Besides, if things were to get better between us then they were going to get better because he made the first move, not because I did.
So I sat in my chair and I drank. And I drank. And then I drank some more. Every now and then, one of my boys would come over and talk to me for awhile… keep me company was more like it, since I wasn’t exactly saying much.
Around 11:30 I realized that I really, really had to go to the bathroom. I stood and staggered. Drinking while sitting is NOT usually a good idea. You don’t realize how drunk you are until you do something silly like trying to stand up.
Sidney was still doing his best to ignore me, at least until I stumbled right into him as I made my way to the bathroom. “Sorry.” I mumbled drunkenly.
Sidney glanced down at me, his eyes filled with anger. “Kally are you drunk?” He demanded, sniffing me.
I shrugged. “Probably.” I said, raising my eyebrows as I struggled to stand upright.
“So did your period start?” Sidney asked, his eyes hopeful.
I shrugged again. “Not yet.” I told him honestly. “Of course if you don’t let me get to the bathroom, something far less pleasant is going to happen.”
“I’m coming with you.” Sidney hissed angrily, gripping my arm strongly with his hand.
I shrugged again. “Suit yourself kid.” I said.
He followed me to the bathroom, and pulled me into the room. “Go.” He snapped.
“What no privacy?” I asked, purposely trying to get under his skin.
Sidney rolled his eyes. “I have seen you naked and touched every part of your body with various parts of mine.” He snapped. “I think I can handle seeing you take a leak.”
So I went to the bathroom, immediately feeling less drunk after I was done. Don’t get me wrong, was still completely plastered, but I felt a lot more in control. I crossed my arms over my chest. “Now what?” I demanded.
“Why the fuck are you drinking Kally?” He snapped.
“Hmm….” I said sarcastically, pretending to think. “Maybe because my boyfriend is being a complete and total dick, pretending that I don’t exist and flirting with other girls right in front of me. Maybe that had something to do with it.”
“You haven’t exactly been reaching out to me lately either!” Sidney snapped.
“You’re the one who wanted to pump and dump me last Sunday.” I replied. “Then you go off on a road trip to Shawinigan and you don’t even bother to come to see me or call me when you get back. Instead, a group of your teammates show up on my doorstep with a 40 of vodka for me.”
“Who the fuck would do that?” He demanded, bright pink spots appearing on his cheeks.
“The guys who like me and actually care about me.” I snapped. “The ones who treat me like a sister since they know that other than you, I’m all alone in a foreign country.”
“What did they say?” He demanded.
“Who says that they said anything?” I replied, just to irritate him.
“Well the fact that you’re so intoxicated shows me that something has upset you.” He said, those spots of pink still flaming on his cheeks. “So what the fuck did they say?”
“They said nothing.” I snapped angrily, shaking his hand off my arm. “They’re clearly angry with you… Tobin especially. I have no fucking clue what was going on because they said that they couldn’t tell me.” I told him.
Sidney sighed with what I could have sworn was relief. “Good.” He said.
I rolled my eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a warming bottle of Cris waiting for me in the living room.”
Sidney grabbed my arm again, this time to keep me from leaving. “What if you are fucking pregnant?” He snapped. “Did you stop to think about that before you started drinking tonight Kally?” He demanded.
“I don’t see why this fucking matters to you now.” I snapped back at him. “Whether or not I’m pregnant it’s a problem for you, so why would you care?”
“Because if you are pregnant, then it’s my child too.” He replied.
“But why support its mother?” I replied sarcastically. “Why not just go hang out with the vultures who can tell that not all’s well in our world?”
“Fuck Kally if you are pregnant you are hurting the baby right now.” He replied, running an agitated hand through his hair. “You need to stop.”
“And you need to leave me alone.” I replied. “You’ve done a good job so far tonight, I don’t know why it’s suddenly so hard for you to continue pretending I don’t exist.”
“What are you doing?” He demanded again. “Kally you might not just be hurting yourself right now.”
“Why the fuck does it matter to you?” I demanded, tears in my eyes. “It’s not like I matter anymore. So if and it’s a big if Crosby, I am pregnant, I’ll just have an abortion.”
Sunday, April 13, 2008
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