“It’s not true is it?”
Her mom motioned for her to take seat at the kitchen table but she refused. “No first tell me if it’s true,” Sarah asked her heart rate spiking as the feelings of betrayal sunk in.
Had her mom really made such a selfish decision and kept it from her all these years?
“What’s complicated?” she demanded the warm tears blurring her eyes. “Either you lied to me or you didn’t.”
“I was protecting you, honey. Sit down and I’ll explain.”
“Forever and always?” Sarah asked smiling against his lips, her hands still cupping his face.
“I’m yours,” Angel responded as she knew he would then added. “You’re mine.”
“Forever and always,” she assured him kissing him even deeper.
It was something they’d started doing over a year ago playfully but somehow it stuck and both knew exactly how to respond whenever one of them brought it up.
Kissing her one last time as they stood next to her bed he pulled away staring at her with a now very intense stare she knew meant only one thing. In the next instant he spun her around then pulled her shorts off.
“I hope it was worth it.” The coach glared at them all. “I hope you guys at least got laid tonight because after the game tomorrow, win or lose, you don’t shower. You don’t head to the bus. You grab something to eat from a vending machine or wherever you can in that stadium. Then you meet me back on that field when the crowds are gone. We’re gonna run drills until you’re all puking your f**ing lungs out. And then Sunday morning. We do it again. Sunday afternoon—again.”
He slammed his hand against the bus ceiling then walked off the bus. All the players sat there waiting to be dismissed but they watched as the coach walked into the hotel and didn’t walk back out. The driver stood up and faced them with a disapproving but sympathetic expression. “I think you boys better get to bed now.”
They all stood slowly and exited the bus with their tails between their legs . Angel was so mad he could almost roar but there was no point. This whole weekend was fucked now. Even then he’d gladly take the drills and the two-a-day on Sunday. None of that was worse than having to explain this night to Sarah.