Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are
borrowed from the TV show "Home Improvement". I own no characters except
for Matt. No money is being made from this story. Any resemblance of a
character in this story to any real person living or dead is purely
coincidental. Likewise, any resemblance between an organisation depicted in
this story and any such actual organisation is purely coincidental.
Authors note: I know it takes me a while to update on this story but I am not sure what direction to take it in and I have to finish up Childhood Memories as well. Thankyou for all the reviews. This chapter is set in a flashback...I wasn't sure exactly what to do with this chapter, so please, tell me if you like it and give me ideas for the rest of the story!!! THANKS.
Chapter 8:
Both walked off in different directions and slammed their doors. Neither realised that Jill had heard every word, and was downstairs on the phone to Tim now.
"Tim, I think you should come home now. I think Brad's done something stupid." Jill said, worried about her eldest son, and what he was hiding.
Upstairs Brad sat in his room, his music (Audioslave) blaring. He wasn't listening to it though. He was too busy thinking about the time Coach Martin started screaming at him, when he told Matt he thought he shouldn't take the speed before the game, as it gave them an unfair advantage.
FLASHBACK:
"Matt, look I'm sorry. But isn't unfair? I don't mind taking it normally but before the game... It isn't right. It gives us the advantage." Brad said, looking down.
"Brad? Are you serious? Half the guys out there do it every TRAINING. Come on man! We want to win don't we? Don't we?" Matt said, getting angry.
At that moment Coach Martin walked in the door to the locker room. "What's going on? Why aren't you boys out on the field?"
"Brad doesn't seem to want to take the kick I'm offering. Thinks it gives us an unfair advantage." Matt said, still staring at Brad.
"Unfair advantage? What are you talking about Taylor? Look, you're one of the best on the team, but if you want to make it pro, you ain't heading in the right direction. You like soccer? You like this team? Then you do what I say. And I say don't be an idiot.... Take it." Coach Martin walked even closer to Brad. "You tell anyone about this and you won't have a hope in hell of getting into ANY college. You hear me?"
"Yes Coach." Brad said, looking down.
Reluctantly he sniffed up the fine white powder that was already lying on the counter.
"That's better. Now get out there and win." Coach Martin said, scowling.
END FLASHBACK
Tim walked in the front door. "What's happened sweetie? What's wrong?"
"Tim, I think Brad is doing drugs."
"What?" Tim said. His face had gone ash.
Authors note: I know it takes me a while to update on this story but I am not sure what direction to take it in and I have to finish up Childhood Memories as well. Thankyou for all the reviews. This chapter is set in a flashback...I wasn't sure exactly what to do with this chapter, so please, tell me if you like it and give me ideas for the rest of the story!!! THANKS.
Chapter 8:
Both walked off in different directions and slammed their doors. Neither realised that Jill had heard every word, and was downstairs on the phone to Tim now.
"Tim, I think you should come home now. I think Brad's done something stupid." Jill said, worried about her eldest son, and what he was hiding.
Upstairs Brad sat in his room, his music (Audioslave) blaring. He wasn't listening to it though. He was too busy thinking about the time Coach Martin started screaming at him, when he told Matt he thought he shouldn't take the speed before the game, as it gave them an unfair advantage.
FLASHBACK:
"Matt, look I'm sorry. But isn't unfair? I don't mind taking it normally but before the game... It isn't right. It gives us the advantage." Brad said, looking down.
"Brad? Are you serious? Half the guys out there do it every TRAINING. Come on man! We want to win don't we? Don't we?" Matt said, getting angry.
At that moment Coach Martin walked in the door to the locker room. "What's going on? Why aren't you boys out on the field?"
"Brad doesn't seem to want to take the kick I'm offering. Thinks it gives us an unfair advantage." Matt said, still staring at Brad.
"Unfair advantage? What are you talking about Taylor? Look, you're one of the best on the team, but if you want to make it pro, you ain't heading in the right direction. You like soccer? You like this team? Then you do what I say. And I say don't be an idiot.... Take it." Coach Martin walked even closer to Brad. "You tell anyone about this and you won't have a hope in hell of getting into ANY college. You hear me?"
"Yes Coach." Brad said, looking down.
Reluctantly he sniffed up the fine white powder that was already lying on the counter.
"That's better. Now get out there and win." Coach Martin said, scowling.
END FLASHBACK
Tim walked in the front door. "What's happened sweetie? What's wrong?"
"Tim, I think Brad is doing drugs."
"What?" Tim said. His face had gone ash.