Chapter 5
Guy's POV
I skated gloomily off the ice, practice wasn't over yet, but I didn't care. Julie had just told us that Connie's mom had refused to let her play hockey anymore. The coach was calling after me, but I just ignored him. Hockey was Connie's life, it was what had kept us together, and it was how we met when we were seven. It was where we first kissed, most of our dates had something to do with hockey: scrimmaging, hockey games, hockey movies, or just skating around. I wouldn't be able to play with out thinking of her. Adam came in to the locker room as I was taking off my gear.
"Come on, man, practice isn't over yet" he said
"I don't care, I need to think, I just need to be alone" I replied glaring at him "Tell coach, he can kick me off the team if he wants, but I'm just missing this one practice, it's not going to hurt." And with that I grabbed my roller blades, and ran out.
I shook my head as I skated down the street trying to stop myself from crying, I can't believe I was going to cry! I hated being this insecure. I found myself skating to the bridge where Connie and I had often met for our dates considering her mother hated me and it was half way between our houses. I sat down and looked around, remembering each kiss, each hug, each joke, tease, or unwanted intrusions from the team members. I stood up and skated away not being able to stand it there anymore. I just kept skating and found my self in front of the hospital where Connie was staying. I skated in and asked where at the front desk where Connie Moreau was staying
"Are you family?" the woman asked
"umm…yes, I'm her cousin:"
"Room 405, fourth floor" she replied "but no skates!"
I sighed and took my skates off, luckily having brought my bag with my tennis shoes in them. I quickly laced them up and went to find the elevator. I got the front desk on the fourth floor after running up the stairs (I felt bad for skipping out on practice) and asked where room 405 was.
"She's not seeing any visitors," a cold voice behind me said.
I turned around "Oh, Mrs. Moreau, Hi, please, I really need to see her" I pleaded the woman who had never approved Connie's and I relationship because I was younger than she was.
"No! Even if she wanted to see you I wouldn't let it"
I breathed hard puzzled and saddened "She doesn't want to see me?" I asked
"NO! Now get out before I call the security"
"Well, When she gets out, the Ducks really want to see her" I said
Mrs. Moreau looked mad "She is not going to see the Ducks when she gets out because we are going to Pittsburgh to live with her aunt!" she snapped
"Pittsburgh? As in Pennsylvania?"
"Yes, getting her as far away from hockey and the Ducks, is the best thing for her, and she will thank me for it later" she said spitting out the end
I stared at her retreating back and turned towards where I now saw the elevators. But as I was nearing the elevators, I saw room 405 and I peeked in. Connie was asleep, but facing the door. She looked too peaceful, so beautiful, like an angel. Just then I dropped my bag and she woke up, I think she may have seen me, but I darted out of there so fast I wasn't sure. I got outside again and put my skates back on skating to the bridge again. I was all of a sudden very mad. I started throwing rocks into the river with out thinking, I threw my bag in there, Oh well, I thought, just my tennis shoes were in there, the ones that Connie had painted for me, Oh well, she hated me.
" AND I HATE YOU!" I screamed facing the river I was flipping out, something I never do, and kept flipping out till I felt tow very strong pairs of arms grab me by the arms. And hold me back. It was Fulton and Portman. Charlie, Averman and Goldberg were with them. I looked up at them, and sat down putting my face in my hands too embarrassed by my outburst to look at them, and almost crying
"Guy, man, don't get so bent out of shape, we'll still see her around, even if she's not a Duck any more" Charlie said
I took a deep breath and looked up "No, we won't" I said " I went to go see her in the hospital just now"
"What do you mean? How was she?" asked Fulton
"I didn't actually see her, well talk to her, I ran into her mother on the way up, she said the Connie doesn't want to see me and her mom doesn't want her to see the rest of the Ducks, they're moving her to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania" I didn't tell them about seeing her sleeping, I wanted to keep that in my memory, with out any teasing from Goldberg.