To my reviewers:
Cake Eater: I fell out of my chair and almost woke up 100+ sleeping girl scouts when I read your comment.
Crazy4nc128: Yeah, but had to make him mean. Sorry.
EC's: Thanks. Typing this, I just got what KUTGW meant. LOL. And I'm in college.
Everyone else: Thanks for the kudos.
For some reason, I'm having trouble leaving reviews. If someone could email me, that would be great. Like meme, I love some of your stories but I can't seem to review (
A/N: Little bit of violence in this here chapter. Nothing that will make it R I don't think. Just a punch. Also, I've never moved so I'm improvising. Sorry. Sorry so long for an update. I have XP and couldn't log in for over a week (except at home BUT I can't post at home because we have different word processors (Word at school WordPerfect at home)) Glad it's fixed now!
Disclaimer: Own no Mighty Ducks. The first names of Larson and McGill; not sure if I read them here first or if they are in fact original. I have a copy of the first book on its way so the names will be changed to whatever is given in the books, if any is given. If you read this and I use a name from your story, I'm VERY sorry. I do NOT claim their names.
Chapter 3
Adam spent the next week and half packing up almost everything he and his family owned. It was hard watching the movers take some of the bigger items, like the case that held all of Adam's trophies, to their new home in Reston.
Guy threw him a party at his place. Charlie was noticeably absent.
"Come on guys! We've only got the Bankster for another week. Let's party!" said Averman, trying to lighten the somber mood by dancing totally out of sync with the music.
"Averman, grow up man," chuckled Goldberg.
The party did lighten up but Adam still wished Charlie would've bothered to show.
Adam walked up the front steps of his house a few hours later. Even from outside, Adam could hear his father and Kyle arguing.
The two went between periods of not speaking and fighting since that night at dinner.
Adam entered cautiously. They were in the kitchen. Adam stood behind the door, listening.
"Dad, I don't see why I can't stay with a friend! The Larsons said I could stay with them."
"You will not break up this family! It's bad enough your brother left the country, but that was for school. You're going young man!"
"I'm sick of this, Dad! It's always about Adam!"
Adam leaned against the door jam. He knew what Kyle was saying was true. Since his older brothers had quit, Adam had become the center of his father's world.
"Don't take that tone with me! If you hadn't chickened out."
Kyle stormed out of the kitchen, nearly hitting Adam in the nose with the door. Philip was close on his heels. He grabbed Kyle by the arm, spun him around, and placed a hard punch to his face. Kyle fell to the ground as Philip walked out.
Adam walked over to his brother. "Sorry," he whispered.
Kyle pulled himself up. "It's not your fault, kiddo." He ran a hand over his bruising face. "I should know better by now."
"Yeah, but if I wasn't a good player."
"Adam, don't. I didn't mean that." Kyle put his arm around his little brother. The two were almost the same height and were sometimes mistaken for twins. "You're a great player. Better then Alex and I ever could imagine being. Don't let anyone, especially Dad, get you down. Do you still have fun?"
"Yeah."
"See, it stopped being fun for me and Alex. We had to get out. We were both too wrapped up in leaving though that we didn't think about how Dad would be with you. It's us who should be sorry." The pair walked into the kitchen to get some ice for Kyle's face.
"Sorry for what?" said Adam, as he pulled an ice pack out of the freezer and tossed it to Kyle who was sitting at the table.
"Leaving it all on you. We knew Dad wanted one of us in the NHL and when we left, well, all Dad had was you. The twins weren't born yet and even now, he sees you as his only hope. Mom's winning her fight in getting him to lay off Jack and Jake. She's using Alex going off to Oxford, this," Kyle pointed to the dark purple mark on his face. "And your injuries to convince him that he shouldn't push them."
Adam sighed and sank into the chair across from Kyle and placed his head in his hands.
"What's on your mind, little bro?"
"Nothing.just thinking."
"About?"
"I only joined so Dad would notice me. I mean, the minute I stepped onto the ice, the minute I started playing, it was great. I was in love. I didn't want to leave."
"I never knew that. That you only joined so you'd get some attention," whispered Kyle
"I never told anyone. Well, Mom, but that's because she's Mom. I don't know what I'd do now if I didn't have hockey, but I can't help thinking about why I joined in the first place."
Kyle stood up and ruffled his little brother's hair. "You're a dork."
Adam smiled and whacked Kyle in the stomach. "The Larsons? No wonder Dad said no."
"Come on, Adam. That was five years ago. Get over it!"
"I never hated David for what happened. Jason's the one who pushed me into the goal post. Besides, they both apologized liked three years ago."
Kyle leaned against the counter. "Really? I never knew that."
"I never told anyone."
Kyle smiled at his little brother. "You never tell anyone anything do you?"
Adam threw a towel at him.
"Hello boys!" said Sarah, as she struggled into the kitchen, carrying four bags of groceries.
"Hey, Mom," they replied, taking the bags from her.
She placed a kiss on each boy's cheek. "Oh, Kyle," she said, seeing his bruised face.
"It's nothing, Mom."
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "You and your father were fighting again weren't you?"
"Yeah."
"I wish you would try to get along with him."
Kyle sighed. "Mom, he just doesn't get it."
"I know dear." She ran a hand over his cheek. "But try. For me."
"Okay, Mom."
"I hate when he feels he has to hit you guys."
They looked at her. They both knew it hurt her whenever they got hurt. Whether through hockey or their father, they saw the pain on her face every time one of them sported a bruise. While he didn't hit them often, they boys had gotten used to the occasional punch their father exerted on them.
Adam and Kyle started to unpack the groceries.
"Mom, why'd you get so much food? We leave in a week."
"Kyle, I have four sons. Two of which are growing teenagers.think about it."
They chuckled. Mom had a point. Kyle and Adam could go through a weeks worth of groceries in a day without trying.
"Adam, you want to have your friends over before we go? I know they don't come over much."
"Never, Mom." He slammed the cupboard door shut. "They never come over. I'll be in my room."
"He has a point, Mom. I've never seem them."
Sarah Banks sighed as she reached for the bag Adam had been unpacking. She stood next to Kyle as they put the groceries away in silence.
Another note (yes, I know): Exert-I was in Chemistry when I wrote this. That's where it came from. Also spring break FINALLY starts on FRIDAY! So, I won't be able to add anything, probably, until after (March 30th) BUT I'll have a week of NO distractions (IE: Class) to edit chapters 4 and 5, and write Chapters 6, 7, etc. Hopefully, I'll be able to give you 3 chapters after spring break. Unlike everyone else in my dorm, I'm going home and working. I'm such a lame college student. Hehehehe.
Cake Eater: I fell out of my chair and almost woke up 100+ sleeping girl scouts when I read your comment.
Crazy4nc128: Yeah, but had to make him mean. Sorry.
EC's: Thanks. Typing this, I just got what KUTGW meant. LOL. And I'm in college.
Everyone else: Thanks for the kudos.
For some reason, I'm having trouble leaving reviews. If someone could email me, that would be great. Like meme, I love some of your stories but I can't seem to review (
A/N: Little bit of violence in this here chapter. Nothing that will make it R I don't think. Just a punch. Also, I've never moved so I'm improvising. Sorry. Sorry so long for an update. I have XP and couldn't log in for over a week (except at home BUT I can't post at home because we have different word processors (Word at school WordPerfect at home)) Glad it's fixed now!
Disclaimer: Own no Mighty Ducks. The first names of Larson and McGill; not sure if I read them here first or if they are in fact original. I have a copy of the first book on its way so the names will be changed to whatever is given in the books, if any is given. If you read this and I use a name from your story, I'm VERY sorry. I do NOT claim their names.
Chapter 3
Adam spent the next week and half packing up almost everything he and his family owned. It was hard watching the movers take some of the bigger items, like the case that held all of Adam's trophies, to their new home in Reston.
Guy threw him a party at his place. Charlie was noticeably absent.
"Come on guys! We've only got the Bankster for another week. Let's party!" said Averman, trying to lighten the somber mood by dancing totally out of sync with the music.
"Averman, grow up man," chuckled Goldberg.
The party did lighten up but Adam still wished Charlie would've bothered to show.
Adam walked up the front steps of his house a few hours later. Even from outside, Adam could hear his father and Kyle arguing.
The two went between periods of not speaking and fighting since that night at dinner.
Adam entered cautiously. They were in the kitchen. Adam stood behind the door, listening.
"Dad, I don't see why I can't stay with a friend! The Larsons said I could stay with them."
"You will not break up this family! It's bad enough your brother left the country, but that was for school. You're going young man!"
"I'm sick of this, Dad! It's always about Adam!"
Adam leaned against the door jam. He knew what Kyle was saying was true. Since his older brothers had quit, Adam had become the center of his father's world.
"Don't take that tone with me! If you hadn't chickened out."
Kyle stormed out of the kitchen, nearly hitting Adam in the nose with the door. Philip was close on his heels. He grabbed Kyle by the arm, spun him around, and placed a hard punch to his face. Kyle fell to the ground as Philip walked out.
Adam walked over to his brother. "Sorry," he whispered.
Kyle pulled himself up. "It's not your fault, kiddo." He ran a hand over his bruising face. "I should know better by now."
"Yeah, but if I wasn't a good player."
"Adam, don't. I didn't mean that." Kyle put his arm around his little brother. The two were almost the same height and were sometimes mistaken for twins. "You're a great player. Better then Alex and I ever could imagine being. Don't let anyone, especially Dad, get you down. Do you still have fun?"
"Yeah."
"See, it stopped being fun for me and Alex. We had to get out. We were both too wrapped up in leaving though that we didn't think about how Dad would be with you. It's us who should be sorry." The pair walked into the kitchen to get some ice for Kyle's face.
"Sorry for what?" said Adam, as he pulled an ice pack out of the freezer and tossed it to Kyle who was sitting at the table.
"Leaving it all on you. We knew Dad wanted one of us in the NHL and when we left, well, all Dad had was you. The twins weren't born yet and even now, he sees you as his only hope. Mom's winning her fight in getting him to lay off Jack and Jake. She's using Alex going off to Oxford, this," Kyle pointed to the dark purple mark on his face. "And your injuries to convince him that he shouldn't push them."
Adam sighed and sank into the chair across from Kyle and placed his head in his hands.
"What's on your mind, little bro?"
"Nothing.just thinking."
"About?"
"I only joined so Dad would notice me. I mean, the minute I stepped onto the ice, the minute I started playing, it was great. I was in love. I didn't want to leave."
"I never knew that. That you only joined so you'd get some attention," whispered Kyle
"I never told anyone. Well, Mom, but that's because she's Mom. I don't know what I'd do now if I didn't have hockey, but I can't help thinking about why I joined in the first place."
Kyle stood up and ruffled his little brother's hair. "You're a dork."
Adam smiled and whacked Kyle in the stomach. "The Larsons? No wonder Dad said no."
"Come on, Adam. That was five years ago. Get over it!"
"I never hated David for what happened. Jason's the one who pushed me into the goal post. Besides, they both apologized liked three years ago."
Kyle leaned against the counter. "Really? I never knew that."
"I never told anyone."
Kyle smiled at his little brother. "You never tell anyone anything do you?"
Adam threw a towel at him.
"Hello boys!" said Sarah, as she struggled into the kitchen, carrying four bags of groceries.
"Hey, Mom," they replied, taking the bags from her.
She placed a kiss on each boy's cheek. "Oh, Kyle," she said, seeing his bruised face.
"It's nothing, Mom."
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "You and your father were fighting again weren't you?"
"Yeah."
"I wish you would try to get along with him."
Kyle sighed. "Mom, he just doesn't get it."
"I know dear." She ran a hand over his cheek. "But try. For me."
"Okay, Mom."
"I hate when he feels he has to hit you guys."
They looked at her. They both knew it hurt her whenever they got hurt. Whether through hockey or their father, they saw the pain on her face every time one of them sported a bruise. While he didn't hit them often, they boys had gotten used to the occasional punch their father exerted on them.
Adam and Kyle started to unpack the groceries.
"Mom, why'd you get so much food? We leave in a week."
"Kyle, I have four sons. Two of which are growing teenagers.think about it."
They chuckled. Mom had a point. Kyle and Adam could go through a weeks worth of groceries in a day without trying.
"Adam, you want to have your friends over before we go? I know they don't come over much."
"Never, Mom." He slammed the cupboard door shut. "They never come over. I'll be in my room."
"He has a point, Mom. I've never seem them."
Sarah Banks sighed as she reached for the bag Adam had been unpacking. She stood next to Kyle as they put the groceries away in silence.
Another note (yes, I know): Exert-I was in Chemistry when I wrote this. That's where it came from. Also spring break FINALLY starts on FRIDAY! So, I won't be able to add anything, probably, until after (March 30th) BUT I'll have a week of NO distractions (IE: Class) to edit chapters 4 and 5, and write Chapters 6, 7, etc. Hopefully, I'll be able to give you 3 chapters after spring break. Unlike everyone else in my dorm, I'm going home and working. I'm such a lame college student. Hehehehe.