Disclaimer : I don't own the Mighty Ducks unfortunately, but Disney and the
NHL do - lucky them. I do however wish I owned Garette Ratliff Henson,
Joshua Jackson and Vincent LaRusso - so little time and so many men -
hehehe
A/N : BEWARE BAD LANGUAGE IN PLACES
Chapter 3
CONNIE'S P.O.V
I could hear a voice calling my name. I couldn't really recognise who it was but I found myself walking faster and faster to get away from whoever it was. Hoping and praying it wasn't Ryan chasing me for another beating, I continued ignoring the voice, acting as though I couldn't hear them. The voice got closer and closer and as much as I tried ducking and diving to get away from whoever it was, they seemed to be able to keep up.
"Connie, wait up will ya". The voice shouted again, this time I recognised it as Guy. Oh God I couldn't let him see me like this, but I couldn't exactly run in the heeled sandals I was wearing. He finally caught me, turning me around in the process. "Why didn't you wait for." He looked at my face. "What the fucking hell happened to you"? He gasped.
"I fell over in these bloody shoes". I excused myself.
"Yeah right, I'd have thought you'd have learnt you can't lie to me by now Con". His soulful eyes gazed into mine, but I daren't look at him straight on.
"Don't believe me then, but that's what happened". I yanked away from him and began walking as fast as my legs would carry me.
Eventually finding the pain in my ribs too hard to bare I leant on a wall and ended sliding down it to the floor where I sat in a heap. Tears were by now flowing down my cut cheeks. I was vaguely aware of a body sitting next to me, but too engulfed in my own pain, I chose to ignore them.
"C'mon Con, you can't sit out here all night. Come on, let's go back to the dorm". Guy's voice told me softly.
"I don't want to, you don't believe me so why should I". I wept openly.
"If I promise not to ask or say anything else will you please come back to the dorm, so I can look at your cuts". He persuaded.
I nodded pathetically and began rising with his help. I walked with him almost holding me up all the way back. I was glad when I entered the suite that the ducks had gone out for the full evening. Guy left me to my own devices as he went to change from his wet clothes. Somehow, I managed to shower and change into some sweats. Feeling slightly better, I eased myself into the easy chair with a critical eye from Guy.
"Thanks". I murmured.
"What for, I haven't done anything yet"? He replied standing and getting the first aid kit, that was consistently used with all the bumps and bangs we had on the team.
"If it hadn't been for you, I'd have still been walking around out there". I replied as he sat in front of me on the coffee table.
"This is gonna sting a little". He warned as he cleaned my split lip. I winced but knew Id' feel all the better for it later.
After he had cleaned my face up, he looked at me longingly. His ocean blue eyes starring as though they were opening my soul. Even now he still had that power over me.
"I know what your thinking and he didn't do this to me". I stuck up for Ryan. Why in the world was I sticking for him? I suppose I was doing it out of fright and habit more than anything, but I also think it was because my pride wouldn't let me. I mean what would everyone think to me letting someone beat me up like this time after time.
"Who did then"? He pushed the question slowly and gently.
"No-one".
"So you did this to yourself"?
"I fell okay, I was on my way to Ryan's and I fell".
"So why hasn't he been to check on you or why wasn't he the one to find you"?
"Guy please stop this, it wasn't him alright". I could feel myself becoming agitated.
"Ok, let me ask you one more thing and then I'll let it drop". He looked pleadingly at me.
"What"?
"Show me your upper arms".
"What? No"? I frowned.
"Why"?
"Because there isn't anything there". I snapped.
"Then why the problem showing me"?
"Because, I just don't want to. God why the 3rd degree". I began to stand but was pushed back gently by Guy.
"Ok, it's ok. Let's just drop the subject. Are you hurting anywhere else"?
"No, that's it". I lied through the pain.
"Sure"?
"Positive. Thanks".
"Anytime". He smiled then sat back on the sofa and turned the TV on.
"I'm gonna go to bed. Night". I stood and walked round the back of the sofa toward my room. On the way past I leaned over and hugged him, pecking his forehead in the process.
"What was that for"?
"For just being you". I smiled them winced at the sting in my lip.
GUY'S P.O.V
After Connie's door shut I sat in amazement. Had she just kissed me? I know it wasn't anything like a snog and it didn't mean anything romantic but it was sign that we could get back to being friends, good friends even.
Connie's face had been a mess, and would hideous in the morning. She was in denial if she thought I'd believe her stupid story about her falling over then she had another thing coming. Deep down I knew it had something to do with Ryan, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Connie wasn't helping either but why would she when I was accusing her boyfriend of doing this to her.
"Yo GEEGER, you should 'ave come tonight, Julie beat the record on Asteroid mountain". Russ shouted as the foursome bounded into the suite laden down with teddy's and balloons.
"Shhh". I hissed. "Nice one Jules". I almost whispered.
"Why we gotta be quiet"? Charlie asked sitting next to me.
"Connie's in bed". I replied.
"What she in bed for, it's only just turned 9". Julie began heading toward the door.
"Jules, no, come over 'ere I've got something to tell you". I hissed at her.
"Guy, what's wrong"? She sat, her eyes spelling out the worry that had just been erupted in her.
"Connie's been beat up or something". I spoke quietly so Connie couldn't hear if she was listening at the door.
"WHAT"! They all yelped.
"Who by"? Julie looked angry and ready to pounce.
"I don't know. Connie says she fell over but the cuts and bruises on her face tell me different plus the fact she wouldn't let me look at her upper arms". I told them.
"Why would you want to look at her upper arms"? Adam asked.
"You yourself thought she was hiding something. I think it's Ryan doing this to her but she won't admit so we can't do anything". I admitted my thoughts.
"I'll be back in a bit". Julie stormed toward the door but I jumped In front of her.
"You can't go and see him. If it is him doing this then imagine what he'll do to you if he's done this to Connie".
"Well I'll beat a confession outta him". Julie tried pushing me out of the doorway.
"You really think that would work"? I stopped her again.
"Well what do you suppose we do"? She snapped at me.
"I say we wait and see if we can't get a little bit more evidence, then do something". I told them. "But for now, just be her friends and at least pretend to believe her".
Well what do you think? PLEASE R&R!!!!!!
A/N : BEWARE BAD LANGUAGE IN PLACES
Chapter 3
CONNIE'S P.O.V
I could hear a voice calling my name. I couldn't really recognise who it was but I found myself walking faster and faster to get away from whoever it was. Hoping and praying it wasn't Ryan chasing me for another beating, I continued ignoring the voice, acting as though I couldn't hear them. The voice got closer and closer and as much as I tried ducking and diving to get away from whoever it was, they seemed to be able to keep up.
"Connie, wait up will ya". The voice shouted again, this time I recognised it as Guy. Oh God I couldn't let him see me like this, but I couldn't exactly run in the heeled sandals I was wearing. He finally caught me, turning me around in the process. "Why didn't you wait for." He looked at my face. "What the fucking hell happened to you"? He gasped.
"I fell over in these bloody shoes". I excused myself.
"Yeah right, I'd have thought you'd have learnt you can't lie to me by now Con". His soulful eyes gazed into mine, but I daren't look at him straight on.
"Don't believe me then, but that's what happened". I yanked away from him and began walking as fast as my legs would carry me.
Eventually finding the pain in my ribs too hard to bare I leant on a wall and ended sliding down it to the floor where I sat in a heap. Tears were by now flowing down my cut cheeks. I was vaguely aware of a body sitting next to me, but too engulfed in my own pain, I chose to ignore them.
"C'mon Con, you can't sit out here all night. Come on, let's go back to the dorm". Guy's voice told me softly.
"I don't want to, you don't believe me so why should I". I wept openly.
"If I promise not to ask or say anything else will you please come back to the dorm, so I can look at your cuts". He persuaded.
I nodded pathetically and began rising with his help. I walked with him almost holding me up all the way back. I was glad when I entered the suite that the ducks had gone out for the full evening. Guy left me to my own devices as he went to change from his wet clothes. Somehow, I managed to shower and change into some sweats. Feeling slightly better, I eased myself into the easy chair with a critical eye from Guy.
"Thanks". I murmured.
"What for, I haven't done anything yet"? He replied standing and getting the first aid kit, that was consistently used with all the bumps and bangs we had on the team.
"If it hadn't been for you, I'd have still been walking around out there". I replied as he sat in front of me on the coffee table.
"This is gonna sting a little". He warned as he cleaned my split lip. I winced but knew Id' feel all the better for it later.
After he had cleaned my face up, he looked at me longingly. His ocean blue eyes starring as though they were opening my soul. Even now he still had that power over me.
"I know what your thinking and he didn't do this to me". I stuck up for Ryan. Why in the world was I sticking for him? I suppose I was doing it out of fright and habit more than anything, but I also think it was because my pride wouldn't let me. I mean what would everyone think to me letting someone beat me up like this time after time.
"Who did then"? He pushed the question slowly and gently.
"No-one".
"So you did this to yourself"?
"I fell okay, I was on my way to Ryan's and I fell".
"So why hasn't he been to check on you or why wasn't he the one to find you"?
"Guy please stop this, it wasn't him alright". I could feel myself becoming agitated.
"Ok, let me ask you one more thing and then I'll let it drop". He looked pleadingly at me.
"What"?
"Show me your upper arms".
"What? No"? I frowned.
"Why"?
"Because there isn't anything there". I snapped.
"Then why the problem showing me"?
"Because, I just don't want to. God why the 3rd degree". I began to stand but was pushed back gently by Guy.
"Ok, it's ok. Let's just drop the subject. Are you hurting anywhere else"?
"No, that's it". I lied through the pain.
"Sure"?
"Positive. Thanks".
"Anytime". He smiled then sat back on the sofa and turned the TV on.
"I'm gonna go to bed. Night". I stood and walked round the back of the sofa toward my room. On the way past I leaned over and hugged him, pecking his forehead in the process.
"What was that for"?
"For just being you". I smiled them winced at the sting in my lip.
GUY'S P.O.V
After Connie's door shut I sat in amazement. Had she just kissed me? I know it wasn't anything like a snog and it didn't mean anything romantic but it was sign that we could get back to being friends, good friends even.
Connie's face had been a mess, and would hideous in the morning. She was in denial if she thought I'd believe her stupid story about her falling over then she had another thing coming. Deep down I knew it had something to do with Ryan, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Connie wasn't helping either but why would she when I was accusing her boyfriend of doing this to her.
"Yo GEEGER, you should 'ave come tonight, Julie beat the record on Asteroid mountain". Russ shouted as the foursome bounded into the suite laden down with teddy's and balloons.
"Shhh". I hissed. "Nice one Jules". I almost whispered.
"Why we gotta be quiet"? Charlie asked sitting next to me.
"Connie's in bed". I replied.
"What she in bed for, it's only just turned 9". Julie began heading toward the door.
"Jules, no, come over 'ere I've got something to tell you". I hissed at her.
"Guy, what's wrong"? She sat, her eyes spelling out the worry that had just been erupted in her.
"Connie's been beat up or something". I spoke quietly so Connie couldn't hear if she was listening at the door.
"WHAT"! They all yelped.
"Who by"? Julie looked angry and ready to pounce.
"I don't know. Connie says she fell over but the cuts and bruises on her face tell me different plus the fact she wouldn't let me look at her upper arms". I told them.
"Why would you want to look at her upper arms"? Adam asked.
"You yourself thought she was hiding something. I think it's Ryan doing this to her but she won't admit so we can't do anything". I admitted my thoughts.
"I'll be back in a bit". Julie stormed toward the door but I jumped In front of her.
"You can't go and see him. If it is him doing this then imagine what he'll do to you if he's done this to Connie".
"Well I'll beat a confession outta him". Julie tried pushing me out of the doorway.
"You really think that would work"? I stopped her again.
"Well what do you suppose we do"? She snapped at me.
"I say we wait and see if we can't get a little bit more evidence, then do something". I told them. "But for now, just be her friends and at least pretend to believe her".
Well what do you think? PLEASE R&R!!!!!!