Disclaimer: We don't own the Ducks and probably never will because they belong to Disney. However, Emaliar Malfoy does own Bella, Ollie, Seraphina, Alex, and Patrick "Paddy" Ridley. Bobcatwriter owns Annie, Mike, Travon, all the characters at Lakeshore Academy, Baby Hans, Paddy's family, The Lebrie Family, Reese, Mark, Judges Stone and Murray and a few of the other students and teachers from Eden Hall.
A/N: This is the sequel to the other Mighty Ducks story's: "The Way Things Are", "The Way Things Were" and "The Way Things Should be". We recommend you read those Three first. However, this can also be read as a stand-alone story.
A/N 2: I know what you are thinking that this story is just a repost. Yes, some of it is. Because it was written before Emaliar abandoned the project. But instead of seeing the project die I decided to continue it. The first 11 chapters are a repost. Starting with Chapter 12 is all new material. Which should be posted on or around May 12th. I am so sorry about the confusion, but I needed to space out the chapters from 3 a week down to 2 a week because I have fell behind in writing senior year. So all the Chapters from here on will be posted on Monday's and Thursdays. Please with sugar and cherry's leave a review. And now onto the reading.
Chapter 4
"Adam?" Coach asked.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Can you tell us what happened on August 29th, 1987?" Coach asked.
"Yeah, That was the day that my father had a car accident. He was in Las Vegas. Bella and I were talking to him on the phone," I said.
"Were you diagnosed with something after the accident," Coach asked.
"Yes, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Asperger's," I said.
"I see and did you receive treatment for either the PTSD or the Asperger's," Coach asked.
"No, not until this year," I said.
"I see and what happened after your father was released from the hospital?" Coach asked.
"I don't know; he changed somehow, became more demanding," I said.
"Demanding? How?" Coach asked.
"He would demand that Bella and I would take 100 shots a day on the cut out in our driveway," I said.
"Excuse me Mr. Banks. But the cut out could you elaborate?" Judge Stone asked.
"Yeah, it's a 4-foot cut out of a hockey goalie that is made of wood, we have to get the puck into one of the 5 holes that isn't being covered by the goalie. We named him goalie the goalie. He stands between the pipes of the goal in the driveway," I said.
"What else would your father do?" Coach asked.
"Well he would make us play when we were sick, and we were not allowed to sit on the bench if we were injured. When the Ducks were playing in the Junior Goodwill Games both Bella and I were told before we left that we both needed to impress the scouts so that we could get into Eden Hall and a good college and go pro," I said.
"He wanted you to go pro at 11 years old?" Coach asked.
"Yeah he wanted us to impress the scouts so that when it was time for us to go pro, we would get in, no question," I said.
"Were you injured during the Junior Goodwill Games?" Coach asked.
"Yes," I said.
"What happened?" Coach asked.
"Team USA was playing against Team Iceland; we were down by 4 goals when I scored a goal. Then Olaf Sandersson took his anger out over my goal on my wrist," I said.
"Did he break it?" Coach asked.
"No, he just sprained my wrist," I said as I rotated my wrist.
"When you told your father, about the wrist what did he tell you?" Coach asked.
"He told me that Banks players don't get injured, get out there, impress the scouts and quit being a damn baby," I said.
"Let's move on to when you were at Eden Hall, was your father happy when you and Bella made the varsity team?" Coach asked.
"Immensely happy, he didn't want me playing for the Ducks," I said.
"Why not?" Coach asked.
"He thought of them as losers," I said.
"Did he ever say why," Coach asked.
"No," I said.
"Were you happy about being on the varsity team?" Coach asked.
"No, I was stunned. Then I was thrown around and beaten up by the varsity players," I said.
"Was Bella thrown around and beaten up by the varsity players as well?" Coach asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Did your father do anything about you two being thrown around by the Varsity?" Coach asked.
"No, said that was hockey. What was I going to do in College and the Pros, because you get thrown around harder in both College and the Pros. Phillip also said that I was a wimp and that I needed to train harder, get my ass into the gym, and lift weights instead of phantom lifting," I said.
"Did your parents know about the cutting?" Coach asked.
"No, I never told them. I never told anybody at first," I said.
"How did Bella find out about the cutting," Coach asked.
"She caught me in my room one day, I was bleeding out, during our freshman year. Bella, Charlie and Portman saved my life," I said.
"When did you start cutting?" Coach asked.
"When I was nine," I said.
"What happened?" Coach asked.
"Well Bella and I were forced to change teams. The Peewee Hockey League goofed and put me and Bella on the wrong team. My Father was angry about it and told us that we were not to play for that man and those bunch of losers," I said.
"That man, please elaborate?" Judge Stone asked.
"Coach Gordon Bombay," I said.
"Go on, you were saying," Coach asked.
"Well I didn't care what our father thought, I just wanted to play hockey, so I convinced Bella to play with us and we did. After our first games as Ducks our father was mad, he sent us up to our rooms because we disobeyed him. I had knocked over a glass that was sitting on my nightstand from the night before the glass shattered. I picked up the pieces and took them into my bathroom and I slit my wrists. About six months later I switched to blades because I could not get the high that I got from when I first did it," I said.
"You had been cutting ever since?" Coach asked.
"Yes. I did stop for a while when I got onto team USA but after the tournament, I started back up again. I stopped for good in February of this year," I said.
"What made you stop?" Coach asked.
"The rehab place that I am in right now, it's against their policy to have any kinds of blades of any kind. They got more into my issues with the cutting," I said.
"Did your parents seem to care about your cutting?" Coach asked.
"No, not that I am aware of. They disowned me when I was a freshman," I said.
"What was the date of your disownment?" Coach asked.
"November 2nd, 1996," I said.
"What had happened that day," Coach asked.
"I had gone back to the Ducks to play for them, because I was tired of being abused by the varsity," I said.
"OBJECTION, the witness is not answering the question," My father bellowed.
"I was getting there I needed to provide some background," I said to the Judge.
"Objection overruled. Go ahead son you were saying," Judge Stone said.
"Anyway, the Ducks had just beaten the varsity team the night before. Bella was raped by a varsity player. I was mad about what had happened. The Ducks were voting for phase 2 of the prank war against the varsity. Bella was going to talk to Coach's Orion and Wilson about coming back to Junior Varsity because of the rape. When it was my turn to vote I was looking at my arms I had an itch to cut. I just ran out of the room and rollerbladed home. I kicked off my blades and dived into the pool. It hadn't been closed for the season. I had missed practice, but I didn't care. My parents came home from New York early and found me in the pool. My father dragged me out of it with his bare hands. He hit me in the gut, again and again, until I was doubled over in pain. 'Look at me!' He Bellowed. I weakly lifted my head. 'You are a worthless little piece of shit!' He yelled and then he punched my face in. 'How dare you go against me; how dare you lie to me!'
My mother shrieked at him, 'Phillip, he's your son!' I think she was trying to get him to listen to reason. Which he wouldn't listen to.
He told her, 'Not anymore he's not. We are disowning him,' and then he knocked me off my feet and left the room," I said.
I looked at my sister and she had put down her drawing and was looking at me with her hand over her mouth. Michele had the same expression on her face. The next thing I knew Bella was leaving the courtroom. "Bella wait," I said. But she didn't listen to me. Charlie and Connie followed her out of the courtroom.
"Your Witness Councilor," Coach said.
"The defense has no questions for the witness," My father said.
"You may step down," Judge Stone said.
I walked to the back of the courtroom, "I think before the prosecution calls its next witness. We all need to take a bit of a breather, let all this digest. We will reconvene in 30 minutes, Thank you. Court is adjourned," Judge Stone said and then banged his gavel twice.
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