With only one practice left until the game against Detroit, it was safe to say not only were the boys stressed, but it too was getting to Coach Q. They were playing a scrimmage and what was normally their favorite part of practice, they were quite miserable.
"Now hit him on the other side." Joel yelled at a player as he watched him weakly check Eager against the boards which led to the white team scoring. Coach was pissed. "Come on, Duncs, I've got you running this play. The next thing you're gonna be running is the bench. Soupy, get out here."
Most of her work and been completed before the boys had even showed up to the arena this morning. Getting up at a quarter after six in the end did work in her favor because now Trixie could spend the rest of the afternoon sleeping. Sitting on the bench fumbling through her blackberry, Trixie scooted over to make room for Duncan. They hadn't spoken since Christmas which was four days ago. It was the longest they had ever gone with out speaking a word to each other.
Trixie hated the animosity between them. Duncan was her friend and she intended to keep it that way. "Something on your mind?" Trixie knew there was no way hell Duncs would ever give up points and a chance to back-check.
He squirted his water in to this mouth then set it back down. "Nope, just tired." And with that he had nothing left to say. Trixie was now pissed beyond belief. Standing to her feet, Trix pushed her way passed the guys and headed back in to the locker room. It wasn't like Duncan to act like that around her. Normally she was the first one he came to when he had a problem.
"Fuck it," Trixie started putting extra sticks back in to the bag that hadn't been used. "I'm done. He can be Kelly, I don't give a shit anymore."
"You feeling okay, O.C?" Burish scared her half to death. He sat out of practice today, his knee still giving him problems.
Trixie wiped the fallen tears from her eyes then turned to face Adam. "I'm fine. Just really stressed about going to Detroit."
"I don't think you're the only one." Adam laughed as the yelling voice of Coach Q made its way in to the locker room. The boys followed him and tossed their gloves and water bottled to Trixie. No one was happy and it was quite as they redressed, you could hear a pin drop.
Walking around the guys as they sat on the bench, Trixie covered the blades of the skates before packing them in to the bag named with the right guys name and number. They were leaving tomorrow afternoon for a game on New Years Eve. She had thought about flying out to Boston later that night to join her at the Winter Classic, but decided against it. Trixie wanted to be with the boys when they announced the roster for both the Canadian and US Olympic teams.
"Trix, I need you to fix my visor." It was always something with Duncan. He tossed it to Trixie, who caught it on the fly before it hit the ground.
Outside the locker room, Trixie stood at the workbench tightening the screws on the visor and then sprayed the inside down with disinfectant before wiping it clean. She was always one who minded her own business and that exactly what she was doing for a good five minutes.
"You stupid puck slut!" Trixie turned around at the sound of another female voice. Considering she was the only other girl she assumed the remark was made towards her. That voice was one Trixie knew and had grown to hate.
"Excuse me?" Trixie dropped the small bottle of Windex; she had been getting ready to clean the visor when she was interrupted.
Kelly walked towards Trixie. As she came closer and closer Trixie could tell her cheeks were stained and her eyes were puffy and swollen. Kelly had been crying.
"What the hell were you doing in my house?" Kelly's voice grew louder and more hostile.
"Bitch, I have no clue what your fucking talking about." Trixie's excellent vocabulary of profanities began to show.
The boys in the locker room could hear yelling, and soon scrambled up from their seats when they heard Trixie start to yell. She had a tendency to become violent when angry. Kelly had just finished calling Trixie a slut, in four different ways and as the boys came to intervene, Trixie had tossed the helmet and rag down.
"I am not a whore, you manipulative, controlling cunt." Burish stepped in front of Trixie backing her up against Versteeg, who made an attempt to hold her back.
"You fucked my fiancée. To me, that's whorish." Kelly was being held back by Sharp and Toews.
Trixie really had no idea what else to say, she said the first thing that came to mind. "Maybe if you weren't such a bad fuck, he wouldn't have to fuck me."
Understandably that pissed Kelly off. Somehow she had managed to slip past Jon and lunged towards Trixie, slapping her across the face. Duncan, who had been talking to the Joel, heard the two distinct female voices and came rushing to see what exactly was going on.
He couldn't believe it. There was his fiancée trying to slap Trixie while Burish and half the team tried holding the twenty-two year old back. They all knew if she got loose, Trixie could quite possibly beat the petite blonde in to the ground. Trixie stood at a height of 5'7 and had at least forty or fifty pounds on Kelly. Needless to say, it would not turn out well.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Duncan pushed his way passed the group of men trying to calm Trix. He grabbed a hold of Kelly's arm and pushed her against the wall.
"I know your sleeping with her Duncan, I just know it." Kelly reached in to her pocket and pulled out a simple silver band, too big to fit on Kelly's fingers. "I found this in the shower; her name is engraved in it, to Trixie with love."
It was the ring the boys had gotten her for her twenty-first birthday. Trixie thought she had lost, forgetting she had taken it off before she showered on Christmas day.
"How long have you two been together?" Kelly was shaking and tears started spouting from her eyes.
"We'll talk about it when I get home." Duncan wasn't in the mood to discuss this while his teammates looked on. He was beyond piss that Kelly had come down to UC and confronted Trixie.
"No!" Tell me right now. How long have you two been sleeping together. How long has she been the other woman, Duncan? Are there more that I don't know about?" Kelly ripped her arm Duncan's grasp and looked him in the eye.
Duncan turned around and looked at Trixie, who, for the first time in a long time actually showed some emotion as she too started crying. He had no intention on embarrassing Kelly, but she did insist he answer the question. "You're the other woman. I've been with Trixie since I was first drafted to this team. I broke all my promises to her by being with you."
Kelly blinked back all her eyes, feeling stupid now as the eyes of his teammates burned holes in her. "Don't even bother coming home tonight. You can come get your shit when you get back from Detroit."
And with that said, Duncan watched as his fiancée turned her back and quite possibly just walked out of his life forever.
