Chapter three pay back
"Gaffney get it together!" Coach O'ryan called and she just wished the stupid game was over. It was taking forever and her hand ached like a nightmare. She knew that it wouldn't bother her if she'd not decked Riley. She just wanted the game over; the score was 7-1 Bears. And the third period was almost up. Soon they'd be done and she could go ice her hand again. Her concentration was not helped by the knowing that Mat was hurt and she didn't even know how bad. Her mind kept going over that little detail as she tried to stop goal after goal. She wished now that O'ryan would just put Goldberg in but he was on defense.
As the puck raced forward she moved to stop it She just managed and as she watched the game continue she wondered why she was even trying, the ducks were already to far behind to catch up. Did it really matter anyway? It was a dumb game and.
Pain exploded all over her body as she was slammed backwards.
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"Gaffney?" The deep voice of Coach O'ryan was the first thing Julie heard as consciousness came back to her.
"Julie?" Connie was asking too and she tried to open her eyes.
"Give her some room." Another voice was saying but she couldn't place it.
"Cat Lady?" Someone else was calling but she was so dizzy and pains kept shooting through her head. It made it hard for her to concentrate on anything else.
"Can you hear me?" Another voice was asking, Charlie, that was the captain of the ducks, she knew that and wanted to answer but.
Then there was a low growl and she felt her eyes slit open. Portman was there gazing down at her, his eyes concerned, face hard.
"Gaffney, how do you feel?" The coach was asking and she found she wanted to hurl. She couldn't do anything, if she nodded she'd be sick and if she spoke her head would split. She was saved from replying when a stretcher arrived and she was carried from the ice.
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"It was intentional." Connie was saying a few minutes later when the game had resumed and she sat on the bench. Beside her Guy nodded. Although they were no longer dating they were still good friends, seven years of that was hard to erase. Now they were watching the others play.
"He went right for her." He agreed.
"Probably because of what happened earlier. She didn't have the puck; it was still too far away from her." The girl said frowning thoughtfully.
On the other end of the bench Portman listened half heartedly to his team mates, his mind and eyes taking in the scene over in the penalty box. He could see one of the Varsity goons handing something to the player that had taken Julie down. The Varsity guy looked up and Portman locked eyes with Rick Riley.
TBC
"Gaffney get it together!" Coach O'ryan called and she just wished the stupid game was over. It was taking forever and her hand ached like a nightmare. She knew that it wouldn't bother her if she'd not decked Riley. She just wanted the game over; the score was 7-1 Bears. And the third period was almost up. Soon they'd be done and she could go ice her hand again. Her concentration was not helped by the knowing that Mat was hurt and she didn't even know how bad. Her mind kept going over that little detail as she tried to stop goal after goal. She wished now that O'ryan would just put Goldberg in but he was on defense.
As the puck raced forward she moved to stop it She just managed and as she watched the game continue she wondered why she was even trying, the ducks were already to far behind to catch up. Did it really matter anyway? It was a dumb game and.
Pain exploded all over her body as she was slammed backwards.
*****
"Gaffney?" The deep voice of Coach O'ryan was the first thing Julie heard as consciousness came back to her.
"Julie?" Connie was asking too and she tried to open her eyes.
"Give her some room." Another voice was saying but she couldn't place it.
"Cat Lady?" Someone else was calling but she was so dizzy and pains kept shooting through her head. It made it hard for her to concentrate on anything else.
"Can you hear me?" Another voice was asking, Charlie, that was the captain of the ducks, she knew that and wanted to answer but.
Then there was a low growl and she felt her eyes slit open. Portman was there gazing down at her, his eyes concerned, face hard.
"Gaffney, how do you feel?" The coach was asking and she found she wanted to hurl. She couldn't do anything, if she nodded she'd be sick and if she spoke her head would split. She was saved from replying when a stretcher arrived and she was carried from the ice.
*****
"It was intentional." Connie was saying a few minutes later when the game had resumed and she sat on the bench. Beside her Guy nodded. Although they were no longer dating they were still good friends, seven years of that was hard to erase. Now they were watching the others play.
"He went right for her." He agreed.
"Probably because of what happened earlier. She didn't have the puck; it was still too far away from her." The girl said frowning thoughtfully.
On the other end of the bench Portman listened half heartedly to his team mates, his mind and eyes taking in the scene over in the penalty box. He could see one of the Varsity goons handing something to the player that had taken Julie down. The Varsity guy looked up and Portman locked eyes with Rick Riley.
TBC