I stepped onto the ice and skated over to the Coach who had all ordered us
to take a knee. I looked up at him nervously, my eyes wide with wonder.
"I don't want today's events to ruin my practice. Now make teams and scrimmage." Orion ordered looking around at us all.
I took the first face off against Guy. Guy was pretty good and had been practicing lately, but I could take him. He wasn't so scary. It was Guy. The boy who shoved a love note under the door to the room next to Connie's! But he certainly looked like more of a match then he did when I was still a Hawk and he was still District 5, or as the Hawk's called them the 'Human Zambonis'. You could push any of them over fairly easily back then.
I quickly twisted my stick and gave Guy a hard check and passed the puck to Dwayne who yelped in delight and began his show down the ice. I skated past Guy, who amazingly was still easy to push over, was scrambling to his feet and I took my spot in front of the net where Goldberg was eying me suspiciously. "Pass it Dwayne!" I yelled at him as he began doing his fancy puck handling, his signature move.
He quickly passed it off and I spun around to score.
"ADAM NATHIAL BANKS!"
Clang!
I looked around the arena quickly. Only two people ever used my full name, my grandfather, who died when I was like six, and my. . .
"Mr. Banks, what are you doing here, interrupting my practice?" Coach Orion said rather irritated to my father who wore a scowl across his face.
His eyes shifted to me. "Family matters. Adam, come here right now."
I blinked nervously. "But dad, practice. . ." I started.
"Now."
I swallowed. So much for sugar coated, scary sweet dad; no instead he dropped the sweet and stuck with scary, and added 'as hell'. I looked around at my team and nodded carefully and stepped off the ice and walked toward him. "Yes sir?"
He looked over at Orion. "Please excuse him from practice today. This is going to take a while."
Coach looked over at me and back at him. "Can I ask why?"
"No."
Both my father and my Coach were people you don't say no to. You are ordered to do something, you do it, end of discussion, no questions asked.
Coach Orion took a breath. "What exactly do you mean a 'family matter' Mr. Banks?" The Coach looked over at the team who again had frozen in place. "Why aren't you scrimmaging?"
The team immediately went back to the game and my father icy blue eyes had settled on my Coach. "Family matters as in it should stay within the family." He looked over at me. "Change rooms, now."
Immediately started moving my eyes locked ahead of me, refusing to budge. I walked into the change rooms and turned around to face him. "Yes sir?"
He looked completely livid. "Gear off."
"Uh. . ." I replied looking at him nervously.
"Gear off." He ordered again he replied huffing angrily.
I nodded and look off my gloves and pulled off my practice jersey.
"What did I tell you?" My father started as I pulled off my elbow pads. "What was the one thing that I told you to do that you didn't do?"
I looked down at my feet. "To leave the Best's alone."
"Exactly. And why did I tell you that?"
I sat down and untied my skates. "Because it wasn't my business."
"On your feet." He growled angrily. "On your feet you ungrateful wretched child."
I got up nervously just wearing a T-shirt and a pair of track pants.
He took a step towards me. "Do you know what I heard from Dr. Best this morning, on my way to the office?"
I shook my head.
He raised his hand and backhanded me, his wedding hitting me close to my eye making it string and water. "You disobeyed me completely."
I shook my head. "Dad I. . ."
He picked up my hockey stick that I had leaned against the wall and swung it like a baseball bat making it crash across my kidney and making me stumble and fall upon the ground, a yelp escaping from my lips.
"I think your pissing in the well from which you drink my dear boy." He said looking down upon me.
I grabbed my head and covered it with my hands. "But what does that mean?" I whispered.
He kicked my back swiftly. "It means your ruining not only your reputation, but your family's and as the protector of this family, I have to deal with you." He heaved and kicked my spine one last time.
I winced as I rolled onto my right wrist, my bad wrist. That wasn't a good thing. "Dad stop! Please!" Hot heavy tears streamed down my face. What happened to his hugs? What happened to his creepy 'I love you son's?
"Get off the ground." He growled menacingly.
I tried to move but it hurt just to lift my head. "I can't. . ."
I heard no response and looked over my shoulder. My father stood over me straightening his jacket, dusting himself off, straightening his tie. He didn't even notice I hadn't left the spot where I lie. "I believe you have learned your lesson." My father spoke calmly.
I nodded and tried to say yes, but instead a quiet groan came out in response.
"I don't like doing this Adam." He replied to my groan, rolling his eyes and grabbing me by my upper arm and pulling me to my feet and sitting me on the bench like a rag doll. "It's my duty as a father to make sure you turn out the best you can be." He stood up straight and pulled at both of his sleeves. "And if that means a new type of discipline, so be it. You'll learn this when your a parent."
I blinked in awe of him.
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"Daddy!!" I yelped my feet padding across the hardwood floor of my father's office.
He looked up from his computer and smiled as I ran in a jumped into his lap. "My Adam." He cooed, kissing my hair and giving me a squeeze.
I looked up at him excitedly. "Daddy, I know exactly what I want to do!"
He smiled down at me. "That's excellent son! Initive I like it!"
I stared into the glowing figures on the screen, the numbers foreign to my young eyes. "I'm going to be like you. I'm going to do exactly what you do." I replied rather proudly.
He tousled my hair a little and continued to type on the computer, even though I was on his lap. "That's wonderful son. I can tell you would be excellent at it. However, you seem to have quite a passion for hockey."
I shrugged. "Well yeah. Its fun I guess."
"What do you mean you guess?" My father asked suspiciously.
I shrugged again. "Well, its fun because all my friends are there, like Ryan and Dan, but I'm not sure I like it."
My father seemed to get rather upset. "Would you keep playing if I asked you to?"
I nodded and sighed, reluctantly agreeing. "Okay. . ."
He smiled proudly. "That's my boy. Now go upstairs for bed; you have an early practice tomorrow."
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"You hate me." I replied to him, my eyes still watering from the slap he gave me.
He frowned. "I do this because I love you. And stop crying you look like a girl."
I wiped both of my eyes and wrapped my arms around my stomach that ached where he hit me with my stick. I ran my fingers along my ribcage knowing it would be black and blue tomorrow, if not by lunch today.
He turned around and eyed me quickly. "I talked to Dr. Best. He won't be requesting for your expulsion, as long as I deal with you, which I will be."
I blinked nervously and braced myself in case he hit me after I asked my next question. "Wasn't what you just did dealing?"
"No." He spat irritated. "My dealing with you is taking you out of the dorms here. Obviously this place is too much of a distraction for you. Therefore son, you will be under the watchful eye of your brother, Jacob, who is taking a year off. He will take you to classes, bring you immediately home and take you to hockey games and practices. Other than that, homework." He took a deep breath, proud of his accomplishments and walked toward the door. "Get packing Adam. Jacob will be here to pick up you and your stuff next Friday."
I sat there unable to move, part from the pain of the beating I just received the other from shock. He was taking me from the dorms here? Away from the guys? The pranks? I took in a harsh breath that felt like it was ripping my insides, shredding them like a blender on liquefy. He was going to separate me from my team when they needed me most.
A tear dripped down my cheek. I was losing. I never lost at anything. I never failed. I always won, I was always right and I always got what I wanted in the end. Now, I got the girl and losing my friends and the life I had grown accustomed to.
I shook my head silently just as the door burst open and the team, all smiles and laughs came into the awkward space that moments before was filled with my father.
"Dude your bleeding." Fulton said pointing at me.
I blinked obliviously and my hand immediately went to my cheek. I brought my fingers away and realized a tiny amount of blood was on my fingertips.
Coach Orion was just behind the team and he stopped and his face immediately went from excited and pumped to aghast. "Banks did your father do that?"
I looked at all of the Ducks. "No. Why would you say such a thing?" I spat at him. How dare he accuse my father of hurting me . . . even though he did?
He blinked and frowned. "Banks, it's ok if you tell me. It's my job to teach and protect you."
"No. I walked in stepped on a shoe with my skate and slipped and hit the bench. I'm fine." I lied through my teeth.
"Adam, you aren't wearing skates." he pointed out looking at my socked feet.
I swallowed. "I know, my dad took them off for me. I'm fine, stop worrying." I shrugged it off. "He just wanted to tell me that Dr. Best called him and he wanted to tell me that my scholarship isn't in jeopardy as long as live at home." I told most of the truth, that counts for something right?
Orion nodded carefully. "Ok." He looked around at the rest of the team. "Good practice. I want to see that during the game tomorrow." He turned and left the change room still eying me.
Charlie turned to me scowling. "Bullshit Banks." He spat. "That was fucking bullshit and you know it."
I shook my head and sat down on the bench to put my shoes on. "You don't know what you're talking about."
Portman nodded. "We all know that it was your dad. Why did you let him?"
I shot a look at him. "I didn't let him do anything Portman."
"Hey, we all know you have a good uppercut on you Banksie. Charlie especially." Fulton said looking over at Charlie who was nodding. "Fight back Banksie. You don't have to take it. Hit him back."
"I CAN'T OK?" I yelled at them holding my stomach that ached. "He's my dad! That's like asking Charlie to punch out his mom or something!"
Charlie frowned. "But my mom would never hurt me. Look what your dad did to you!"
I rolled my eyes. "You can't choose your parents. I owe him my life, I love my dad no matter what, even if he is the biggest jerk in Minnesota." I said getting up and grabbing my jacket and hockey gear, immediately dropping it to the floor in pain with a yelp.
Julie stepped forward and took my right wrist in her hand, touching it gingerly. "Did he do this too Adam?" She asked quietly.
I jerked my wrist out of her grasp even though it hurt to. "No. I did that myself." It was true. I did roll onto it. "I fell asleep on it last night. It was my own fault." I said grabbing my bag with my other hand and walking out the door. It was obvious that the Ducks were just on a manhunt to take down my father. Like Coach Orion said, this is my battle and I need to do it own my own.
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A/N: Ok I apologize for my spelling and/ or the shortness of this chapter. My father decided to upgrade windows, and he deleted my writing program and right now, I'm using WordPad that has no spell check. Like how crappy is that? Uh. . . The Ducks that are visiting me are having a great time! Fulton has found the skill of pool! He doesn't only have a killer shot on the ice! Jesse; he found out I had a Duck pond down the street and went down there to skate, even though I told him that the ice probably wasn't thick enough. Unfortunately he fell through, fortunately Charlie was with him and pulled him out and called my house. Jesse is ok. He has a cold but I'm watching over him carefully. Charlie and Banksie have been sneaking into my French class and my science class. Charlie has been waiting for the wooden molecules to be brought out so he can have a reenactment of that scene in D1. Now worries, Charlie won't be kicked out of my class, and he certainly won't be quacking at my principle *eyes Charlie, who smiles guiltily.* He's being shipped off to. . . Uh. . . where Shelbers lives! It's MY Birthday present to Shelbers! *Author turns to Fulton who is holding a hammer and a lid to a box* Charlie: *frowns* "Fulton what are you doing? Fulton? FULTON!" *Jesse and Adam run from each side of Charlie and tie him up and throw him into a crate where Fulton slams the lid onto the box and hammers like mad.* Charlie: *muffled* "You guys said first class!! Aw come on! Hall, Reed, BANKS! Let me out of this box!" *Fulton Jesse and Adam smile widely and back away from the wooden crate whistling innocently* Uh. . . Yeah, he'll be at the airport tomorrow afternoon. Go pick him up. He'll be fairly angry if he's in that box too long. *Crate shakes and loud obscurities immerge from it.*
Shout outs!
OreoLine00- Whoa! You should see ME when I'm hyper. I'm like super crazy! I try to hold it in for inspiration (fights mostly). I feel bad for Josie too! I bet you feel WORSE for Adam though now. . . poor Adam, I put him through so much. . . *Adam runs up and hugs author* Adam: "No worries! I'll be ok. I might have a few temper tantrums; I think Charlie rubbed off on me *crate behind author and Adam shakes violently* but I'll be good and so will Josie, soon, I hope *eyes author and goes to find Jesse*" See? Just keep reading! Your reviews make me laugh and I can't help but smile at your name! I wish they would have made a D4! It would have rocked! Especially if they had an Oreo line comeback! *Jesse runs up and grins* Jesse: "Hey I like her! I want to visit her! Come on Katie! Please???" *Author smiles* Ok, that is, if you want Jesse. Do you?
Beaner: No never saw Wayne's World, although I'm planning to. My dad and brother have the soundtracks! Yup, I know you hate Dr. Best and you probably want to poke Phillip Banks the man formerly known as Super dad, eyes out and then knee him in the groin. Adam: "Hey that is my dad! I love him even if he is a jerk. Stop talking about him!" *Author nods* I promised Adam. It's a tough spot for him. Jesse: "Hey Guy! I miss the Oreo Line! But I might get to visit OreoLine00! Go me! We gotta hang out later! I'll go get my brother and we'll have a reunion tour of the Oreo Line! What do ya say?" *Author smiles* Fulton grabs keyboard* Fulton: Hey Guy! Uh. . . wow, I didn't realize I don't know you so well. Dude when we get back we better talk cause like, dude, I don't know you. . . Who are you? Hello? Am I alone? *cowers in fright* maybe I'm the only real person here. . ." *Adam grabs the keyboard and shakes his head* Adam: Ok. . . dramatics from an enforcer, how often does that happen? Actually, probably a lot right? Like underneath it all he probably had like a diary and is like a mime or something. . ." *Fulton grabs Banks' collar* Fulton: I am not a diary keeping mime preppy." *Banks swallows* Adam: Ok. . . I better go. . ." *Crate rumbles* Charlie: *muffled* "Guy?? Tell them to let me out! Let me out!!!! Hello? Is anyone listening to their captain? HELLO!!!"
Erica: Hey there! SO that's what fuzz means! It is very good seeing that's exactly what I was going for!! I'm glad you like my angst! My angst is hypnotic isn't it? I can't help but writing it!! I'm sorry I have updated lately. This was a hard chapter to write. I'm not good with violent, especially if it's parent/child. It's an upsetting topic, but it happens and people should know. You squeal? I squeal when I get reviews! Ok here's the deal. I'll update, you squeal, you review I squeal and then I'll update. That way there is an everlasting amount of squealing! Ready. . . set. . *SQUEALS!!!*
Rachel: I know! But what about this chapter? I love stories and movies where you sitting there screaming at the screen, even though you know what's going to happen! My friends are usually like SHUT UP KATIE! JUST WATCH THE MOVIE! *blushes* I do that while I'm watching the MD movies even though I have like memorized the movie! I like making Orion into a good guy because I honestly think he is and there has to be a bad guy in a story or the story like stinks! I bet you hate Phillip Banks NOW! Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?
Tara: Yay! My exchange student! I'm just wondering, do you speak with an accent? I'm weird I just was thinking about it and I was like hmmmm. . . maybe. . . Anyways. Now both Freaky Phil and Dr. Asshole are evil! Their like a tag team! One goes in ruins everything and if you thought it couldn't get worse, the other goes in and torches the ruins! Umm. . . he just did get the crap kicked out of him. *Adam nods* *Crate rumbled angrily* Charlie: *still muffled* "Ok you let me out guys or there will be hell to pay! HELL I tell you HELL! *Crate shakes and tips over onto a different side* OW!!! I'm ok. . ." *Jesse points and laughs* Jesse: "Good going Spazway!" Charlie: "Shut up Jesse or I'm going to kick your ass!" Jesse: "Spazway, you're in a box. You couldn't even beat up Banks and he's a skinny white boy!" Adam: *Elbows Jesse in the stomach* "Hey. One more word and your next in that box" Jesse: *rolls eyes* Oh please Cake-eater." Adam: "Fulton!" Fulton: "What do you want me for? He didn't call me a skinny white boy." Adam: *frowns* "Who helped you build the igloo in the back?" Fulton: *sighs* "You did. But you have to give him the benefit of the doubt. He did almost drown in the pond." Jesse: "Yeah Cake-eater. I did almost drown." Adam: "Some Duck you are." Jesse: "Who are you to talk Hawk boy!" Adam: "Hawk boy! Why I oughtta. . ." *author grabs keyboard* Guys!!! Guys!!! Stop!! Friends!! Remember? We sorted this out after the first movie. *sighs* Wow. . . I didn't think four Ducks in one house would be such a problem, especially seeing one is in a box. *box rumbles* Charlie: "Let me out!!!" No worries they aren't distracting! I love 'em all! *All Ducks (excluding Charlie because he's in a box) runs up and hugs author* Love from Snowy Canada, Katie, Adam, Fulton, Charlie (who is in a crate) and Jesse! Fulton: "Luis! There aren't very many Mounties! However, he bought you a shirt! It says 'Judge of Devil's Mountain Bikini Contest'. We went. It was fun. . ." *Author's jaw drops.* Guys!!!
Ok, that's about it! Charlie won't be making appearances in my Author's notes anymore. Hopefully he'll be in Shelber's reviews!! *squeals excitedly* *Crates rumbles* Uh. . . yeah. . . I think I better go to the airport and ship him off now. . . Charlie: "Airport? Guys! Let me out of the box right now!!!"
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"I don't want today's events to ruin my practice. Now make teams and scrimmage." Orion ordered looking around at us all.
I took the first face off against Guy. Guy was pretty good and had been practicing lately, but I could take him. He wasn't so scary. It was Guy. The boy who shoved a love note under the door to the room next to Connie's! But he certainly looked like more of a match then he did when I was still a Hawk and he was still District 5, or as the Hawk's called them the 'Human Zambonis'. You could push any of them over fairly easily back then.
I quickly twisted my stick and gave Guy a hard check and passed the puck to Dwayne who yelped in delight and began his show down the ice. I skated past Guy, who amazingly was still easy to push over, was scrambling to his feet and I took my spot in front of the net where Goldberg was eying me suspiciously. "Pass it Dwayne!" I yelled at him as he began doing his fancy puck handling, his signature move.
He quickly passed it off and I spun around to score.
"ADAM NATHIAL BANKS!"
Clang!
I looked around the arena quickly. Only two people ever used my full name, my grandfather, who died when I was like six, and my. . .
"Mr. Banks, what are you doing here, interrupting my practice?" Coach Orion said rather irritated to my father who wore a scowl across his face.
His eyes shifted to me. "Family matters. Adam, come here right now."
I blinked nervously. "But dad, practice. . ." I started.
"Now."
I swallowed. So much for sugar coated, scary sweet dad; no instead he dropped the sweet and stuck with scary, and added 'as hell'. I looked around at my team and nodded carefully and stepped off the ice and walked toward him. "Yes sir?"
He looked over at Orion. "Please excuse him from practice today. This is going to take a while."
Coach looked over at me and back at him. "Can I ask why?"
"No."
Both my father and my Coach were people you don't say no to. You are ordered to do something, you do it, end of discussion, no questions asked.
Coach Orion took a breath. "What exactly do you mean a 'family matter' Mr. Banks?" The Coach looked over at the team who again had frozen in place. "Why aren't you scrimmaging?"
The team immediately went back to the game and my father icy blue eyes had settled on my Coach. "Family matters as in it should stay within the family." He looked over at me. "Change rooms, now."
Immediately started moving my eyes locked ahead of me, refusing to budge. I walked into the change rooms and turned around to face him. "Yes sir?"
He looked completely livid. "Gear off."
"Uh. . ." I replied looking at him nervously.
"Gear off." He ordered again he replied huffing angrily.
I nodded and look off my gloves and pulled off my practice jersey.
"What did I tell you?" My father started as I pulled off my elbow pads. "What was the one thing that I told you to do that you didn't do?"
I looked down at my feet. "To leave the Best's alone."
"Exactly. And why did I tell you that?"
I sat down and untied my skates. "Because it wasn't my business."
"On your feet." He growled angrily. "On your feet you ungrateful wretched child."
I got up nervously just wearing a T-shirt and a pair of track pants.
He took a step towards me. "Do you know what I heard from Dr. Best this morning, on my way to the office?"
I shook my head.
He raised his hand and backhanded me, his wedding hitting me close to my eye making it string and water. "You disobeyed me completely."
I shook my head. "Dad I. . ."
He picked up my hockey stick that I had leaned against the wall and swung it like a baseball bat making it crash across my kidney and making me stumble and fall upon the ground, a yelp escaping from my lips.
"I think your pissing in the well from which you drink my dear boy." He said looking down upon me.
I grabbed my head and covered it with my hands. "But what does that mean?" I whispered.
He kicked my back swiftly. "It means your ruining not only your reputation, but your family's and as the protector of this family, I have to deal with you." He heaved and kicked my spine one last time.
I winced as I rolled onto my right wrist, my bad wrist. That wasn't a good thing. "Dad stop! Please!" Hot heavy tears streamed down my face. What happened to his hugs? What happened to his creepy 'I love you son's?
"Get off the ground." He growled menacingly.
I tried to move but it hurt just to lift my head. "I can't. . ."
I heard no response and looked over my shoulder. My father stood over me straightening his jacket, dusting himself off, straightening his tie. He didn't even notice I hadn't left the spot where I lie. "I believe you have learned your lesson." My father spoke calmly.
I nodded and tried to say yes, but instead a quiet groan came out in response.
"I don't like doing this Adam." He replied to my groan, rolling his eyes and grabbing me by my upper arm and pulling me to my feet and sitting me on the bench like a rag doll. "It's my duty as a father to make sure you turn out the best you can be." He stood up straight and pulled at both of his sleeves. "And if that means a new type of discipline, so be it. You'll learn this when your a parent."
I blinked in awe of him.
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"Daddy!!" I yelped my feet padding across the hardwood floor of my father's office.
He looked up from his computer and smiled as I ran in a jumped into his lap. "My Adam." He cooed, kissing my hair and giving me a squeeze.
I looked up at him excitedly. "Daddy, I know exactly what I want to do!"
He smiled down at me. "That's excellent son! Initive I like it!"
I stared into the glowing figures on the screen, the numbers foreign to my young eyes. "I'm going to be like you. I'm going to do exactly what you do." I replied rather proudly.
He tousled my hair a little and continued to type on the computer, even though I was on his lap. "That's wonderful son. I can tell you would be excellent at it. However, you seem to have quite a passion for hockey."
I shrugged. "Well yeah. Its fun I guess."
"What do you mean you guess?" My father asked suspiciously.
I shrugged again. "Well, its fun because all my friends are there, like Ryan and Dan, but I'm not sure I like it."
My father seemed to get rather upset. "Would you keep playing if I asked you to?"
I nodded and sighed, reluctantly agreeing. "Okay. . ."
He smiled proudly. "That's my boy. Now go upstairs for bed; you have an early practice tomorrow."
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"You hate me." I replied to him, my eyes still watering from the slap he gave me.
He frowned. "I do this because I love you. And stop crying you look like a girl."
I wiped both of my eyes and wrapped my arms around my stomach that ached where he hit me with my stick. I ran my fingers along my ribcage knowing it would be black and blue tomorrow, if not by lunch today.
He turned around and eyed me quickly. "I talked to Dr. Best. He won't be requesting for your expulsion, as long as I deal with you, which I will be."
I blinked nervously and braced myself in case he hit me after I asked my next question. "Wasn't what you just did dealing?"
"No." He spat irritated. "My dealing with you is taking you out of the dorms here. Obviously this place is too much of a distraction for you. Therefore son, you will be under the watchful eye of your brother, Jacob, who is taking a year off. He will take you to classes, bring you immediately home and take you to hockey games and practices. Other than that, homework." He took a deep breath, proud of his accomplishments and walked toward the door. "Get packing Adam. Jacob will be here to pick up you and your stuff next Friday."
I sat there unable to move, part from the pain of the beating I just received the other from shock. He was taking me from the dorms here? Away from the guys? The pranks? I took in a harsh breath that felt like it was ripping my insides, shredding them like a blender on liquefy. He was going to separate me from my team when they needed me most.
A tear dripped down my cheek. I was losing. I never lost at anything. I never failed. I always won, I was always right and I always got what I wanted in the end. Now, I got the girl and losing my friends and the life I had grown accustomed to.
I shook my head silently just as the door burst open and the team, all smiles and laughs came into the awkward space that moments before was filled with my father.
"Dude your bleeding." Fulton said pointing at me.
I blinked obliviously and my hand immediately went to my cheek. I brought my fingers away and realized a tiny amount of blood was on my fingertips.
Coach Orion was just behind the team and he stopped and his face immediately went from excited and pumped to aghast. "Banks did your father do that?"
I looked at all of the Ducks. "No. Why would you say such a thing?" I spat at him. How dare he accuse my father of hurting me . . . even though he did?
He blinked and frowned. "Banks, it's ok if you tell me. It's my job to teach and protect you."
"No. I walked in stepped on a shoe with my skate and slipped and hit the bench. I'm fine." I lied through my teeth.
"Adam, you aren't wearing skates." he pointed out looking at my socked feet.
I swallowed. "I know, my dad took them off for me. I'm fine, stop worrying." I shrugged it off. "He just wanted to tell me that Dr. Best called him and he wanted to tell me that my scholarship isn't in jeopardy as long as live at home." I told most of the truth, that counts for something right?
Orion nodded carefully. "Ok." He looked around at the rest of the team. "Good practice. I want to see that during the game tomorrow." He turned and left the change room still eying me.
Charlie turned to me scowling. "Bullshit Banks." He spat. "That was fucking bullshit and you know it."
I shook my head and sat down on the bench to put my shoes on. "You don't know what you're talking about."
Portman nodded. "We all know that it was your dad. Why did you let him?"
I shot a look at him. "I didn't let him do anything Portman."
"Hey, we all know you have a good uppercut on you Banksie. Charlie especially." Fulton said looking over at Charlie who was nodding. "Fight back Banksie. You don't have to take it. Hit him back."
"I CAN'T OK?" I yelled at them holding my stomach that ached. "He's my dad! That's like asking Charlie to punch out his mom or something!"
Charlie frowned. "But my mom would never hurt me. Look what your dad did to you!"
I rolled my eyes. "You can't choose your parents. I owe him my life, I love my dad no matter what, even if he is the biggest jerk in Minnesota." I said getting up and grabbing my jacket and hockey gear, immediately dropping it to the floor in pain with a yelp.
Julie stepped forward and took my right wrist in her hand, touching it gingerly. "Did he do this too Adam?" She asked quietly.
I jerked my wrist out of her grasp even though it hurt to. "No. I did that myself." It was true. I did roll onto it. "I fell asleep on it last night. It was my own fault." I said grabbing my bag with my other hand and walking out the door. It was obvious that the Ducks were just on a manhunt to take down my father. Like Coach Orion said, this is my battle and I need to do it own my own.
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A/N: Ok I apologize for my spelling and/ or the shortness of this chapter. My father decided to upgrade windows, and he deleted my writing program and right now, I'm using WordPad that has no spell check. Like how crappy is that? Uh. . . The Ducks that are visiting me are having a great time! Fulton has found the skill of pool! He doesn't only have a killer shot on the ice! Jesse; he found out I had a Duck pond down the street and went down there to skate, even though I told him that the ice probably wasn't thick enough. Unfortunately he fell through, fortunately Charlie was with him and pulled him out and called my house. Jesse is ok. He has a cold but I'm watching over him carefully. Charlie and Banksie have been sneaking into my French class and my science class. Charlie has been waiting for the wooden molecules to be brought out so he can have a reenactment of that scene in D1. Now worries, Charlie won't be kicked out of my class, and he certainly won't be quacking at my principle *eyes Charlie, who smiles guiltily.* He's being shipped off to. . . Uh. . . where Shelbers lives! It's MY Birthday present to Shelbers! *Author turns to Fulton who is holding a hammer and a lid to a box* Charlie: *frowns* "Fulton what are you doing? Fulton? FULTON!" *Jesse and Adam run from each side of Charlie and tie him up and throw him into a crate where Fulton slams the lid onto the box and hammers like mad.* Charlie: *muffled* "You guys said first class!! Aw come on! Hall, Reed, BANKS! Let me out of this box!" *Fulton Jesse and Adam smile widely and back away from the wooden crate whistling innocently* Uh. . . Yeah, he'll be at the airport tomorrow afternoon. Go pick him up. He'll be fairly angry if he's in that box too long. *Crate shakes and loud obscurities immerge from it.*
Shout outs!
OreoLine00- Whoa! You should see ME when I'm hyper. I'm like super crazy! I try to hold it in for inspiration (fights mostly). I feel bad for Josie too! I bet you feel WORSE for Adam though now. . . poor Adam, I put him through so much. . . *Adam runs up and hugs author* Adam: "No worries! I'll be ok. I might have a few temper tantrums; I think Charlie rubbed off on me *crate behind author and Adam shakes violently* but I'll be good and so will Josie, soon, I hope *eyes author and goes to find Jesse*" See? Just keep reading! Your reviews make me laugh and I can't help but smile at your name! I wish they would have made a D4! It would have rocked! Especially if they had an Oreo line comeback! *Jesse runs up and grins* Jesse: "Hey I like her! I want to visit her! Come on Katie! Please???" *Author smiles* Ok, that is, if you want Jesse. Do you?
Beaner: No never saw Wayne's World, although I'm planning to. My dad and brother have the soundtracks! Yup, I know you hate Dr. Best and you probably want to poke Phillip Banks the man formerly known as Super dad, eyes out and then knee him in the groin. Adam: "Hey that is my dad! I love him even if he is a jerk. Stop talking about him!" *Author nods* I promised Adam. It's a tough spot for him. Jesse: "Hey Guy! I miss the Oreo Line! But I might get to visit OreoLine00! Go me! We gotta hang out later! I'll go get my brother and we'll have a reunion tour of the Oreo Line! What do ya say?" *Author smiles* Fulton grabs keyboard* Fulton: Hey Guy! Uh. . . wow, I didn't realize I don't know you so well. Dude when we get back we better talk cause like, dude, I don't know you. . . Who are you? Hello? Am I alone? *cowers in fright* maybe I'm the only real person here. . ." *Adam grabs the keyboard and shakes his head* Adam: Ok. . . dramatics from an enforcer, how often does that happen? Actually, probably a lot right? Like underneath it all he probably had like a diary and is like a mime or something. . ." *Fulton grabs Banks' collar* Fulton: I am not a diary keeping mime preppy." *Banks swallows* Adam: Ok. . . I better go. . ." *Crate rumbles* Charlie: *muffled* "Guy?? Tell them to let me out! Let me out!!!! Hello? Is anyone listening to their captain? HELLO!!!"
Erica: Hey there! SO that's what fuzz means! It is very good seeing that's exactly what I was going for!! I'm glad you like my angst! My angst is hypnotic isn't it? I can't help but writing it!! I'm sorry I have updated lately. This was a hard chapter to write. I'm not good with violent, especially if it's parent/child. It's an upsetting topic, but it happens and people should know. You squeal? I squeal when I get reviews! Ok here's the deal. I'll update, you squeal, you review I squeal and then I'll update. That way there is an everlasting amount of squealing! Ready. . . set. . *SQUEALS!!!*
Rachel: I know! But what about this chapter? I love stories and movies where you sitting there screaming at the screen, even though you know what's going to happen! My friends are usually like SHUT UP KATIE! JUST WATCH THE MOVIE! *blushes* I do that while I'm watching the MD movies even though I have like memorized the movie! I like making Orion into a good guy because I honestly think he is and there has to be a bad guy in a story or the story like stinks! I bet you hate Phillip Banks NOW! Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?
Tara: Yay! My exchange student! I'm just wondering, do you speak with an accent? I'm weird I just was thinking about it and I was like hmmmm. . . maybe. . . Anyways. Now both Freaky Phil and Dr. Asshole are evil! Their like a tag team! One goes in ruins everything and if you thought it couldn't get worse, the other goes in and torches the ruins! Umm. . . he just did get the crap kicked out of him. *Adam nods* *Crate rumbled angrily* Charlie: *still muffled* "Ok you let me out guys or there will be hell to pay! HELL I tell you HELL! *Crate shakes and tips over onto a different side* OW!!! I'm ok. . ." *Jesse points and laughs* Jesse: "Good going Spazway!" Charlie: "Shut up Jesse or I'm going to kick your ass!" Jesse: "Spazway, you're in a box. You couldn't even beat up Banks and he's a skinny white boy!" Adam: *Elbows Jesse in the stomach* "Hey. One more word and your next in that box" Jesse: *rolls eyes* Oh please Cake-eater." Adam: "Fulton!" Fulton: "What do you want me for? He didn't call me a skinny white boy." Adam: *frowns* "Who helped you build the igloo in the back?" Fulton: *sighs* "You did. But you have to give him the benefit of the doubt. He did almost drown in the pond." Jesse: "Yeah Cake-eater. I did almost drown." Adam: "Some Duck you are." Jesse: "Who are you to talk Hawk boy!" Adam: "Hawk boy! Why I oughtta. . ." *author grabs keyboard* Guys!!! Guys!!! Stop!! Friends!! Remember? We sorted this out after the first movie. *sighs* Wow. . . I didn't think four Ducks in one house would be such a problem, especially seeing one is in a box. *box rumbles* Charlie: "Let me out!!!" No worries they aren't distracting! I love 'em all! *All Ducks (excluding Charlie because he's in a box) runs up and hugs author* Love from Snowy Canada, Katie, Adam, Fulton, Charlie (who is in a crate) and Jesse! Fulton: "Luis! There aren't very many Mounties! However, he bought you a shirt! It says 'Judge of Devil's Mountain Bikini Contest'. We went. It was fun. . ." *Author's jaw drops.* Guys!!!
Ok, that's about it! Charlie won't be making appearances in my Author's notes anymore. Hopefully he'll be in Shelber's reviews!! *squeals excitedly* *Crates rumbles* Uh. . . yeah. . . I think I better go to the airport and ship him off now. . . Charlie: "Airport? Guys! Let me out of the box right now!!!"
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~Toodles!