Disclaimer: We don't own the Ducks and probably never will because they belong to Disney. However, Emaliar Malfoy does own Bella, Emily, Alex, and Johnson. Bobcatwriter owns Annie, Mike, Travon, and all the characters at Lakeshore Academy.
A/N: This is the sequel to the other Mighty Ducks stories "The Way Things Are" and "The Way Things Were". We recommend you read those two first. However, this can also be read as a stand-alone story. Please read and review.
Chapter 5
10:25 pm
Mike's POV:
I saw Adam throw his little hissy fit and ran out the back door. I thought he would come back in 5 minutes.
When 5 minutes turned into 10 minutes, I got worried.
I mouthed "Adam" to Jeremy, he got up and got our coats and a couple of walkie talkies. I was worried because it was about 40 degrees outside, and it was dark.
"We're going to look for Adam," I said as I put on my coat and grabbed the flashlights.
"I'm coming with you," Travon said.
"Going to go look for little baby Adam. Waah, waah, waah," Steven said.
"Knock it off Steven or you will do extra chores," Georgia said. Kyle and Xavier both snickered with laughter. I was so glad that I was not their supervisor. I would have killed one of them with my own bare hands, if not all of them.
"Mike please be careful," Annie said.
"I will, I love you," I said.
Travon, Jeremy, and I started to walk outside. There had been no snow for a few days so there was no hope of following footprints. "You two want to start looking for him, I am going to the horse barn; and grab Beauty," Jeremy said, and he then took off for the barn.
We always kept one of the horses with a loose saddle and bridle on, for cases like this. Especially whenever we had a cutter like Adam.
"ADAM! ADAM! ADAM WHERE ARE YOU?" Travon yelled. We followed Adam into the woods. I was hoping that we could get to him before it was too late.
Adam's POV
I ran, I ran as far as I could as fast as I could. Which wasn't as fast as I used to be, thanks to the weight that I had started to put back on, I was bawling the whole time.
….
[Flashbacks]
June 4, 1986
I was 3 years old. Mom had brought me and Bella into the law firm that Dad was interning at for the summer. I seemed to be doing a great job charming his co-workers, one of the older ladies told me; "You're going to be a real lady killer when you grow up."
"What does that mean? Does it mean I hurt ladies, like my sister? Because I don't want that," I said back.
"No, sweetheart. It means you're going to have them at your feet begging you to be yours forever," the older lady said.
"Like marry them?" I asked with wide eyes.
"Yep," Mom said as she put her hand on my shoulder.
"Ew, girls are yucky!" I said.
The ladies all laughed if they only knew.
….
January 17th, 1989
I was 6 years old. Bella and I got finished a month ago with the 2nd year on the Junior Hawks squad. The next year we were going to move up to the older division of the Junior Hawks. Ollie was playing for Edina South View Middle School. Bella and I were playing Ollie and Dad came out to watch.
I had control of the puck and went to aim it for the garbage can out on the pond behind our house as I wound up and completely missed the puck.
"COME ON ADAM YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE A STAR. YOU CAN'T BE A STAR IF YOU CAN'T SHOOT THE PUCK!" My father yelled at me.
"Phillip maybe he is not cut out to be a hockey player," My mother said. I looked down at my skates. Mom's words had stung almost as much as Dad's comment.
"NO ALL MY KIDS ARE CUT OUT TO BE HOCKEY PLAYERS. I WON'T HAVE A SISSY," My father yelled back at her.
…..
January 29th, 1991
I was 8 years old. I had become a surprisingly good player in the last two years. I had gotten a penalty shot for the Hawks.
"Alright Banks it's up to you. Remember it's not worth winning…." Coach Reilly said.
"If you can't win big," I said.
"That's right go get them, son," Coach Reilly said.
…..
February 14th, 1992
I was 9 years old, warming up for our game.
"Banks, Ace! Over here!" Coach Reilly said. We both looked at each other and then took our helmets off and skated towards the bench. I was in front and Bella was beside me we were next to a peewee hockey league official and Coach Bombay.
"Is there a problem Coach Reilly?" Said Dad as he got onto the bench.
"Oh, no, no, no. It's just a mistake," Coach Reilly said.
"Are you these kids' father? 450 North Hennepin Avenue is that your address?" asked the League Official.
"Yes," Dad said.
"Well then, I am afraid this is no mistake. These kids are playing for the wrong team," the League Official said.
"WHAT?" Bella and I asked together.
"According to league rule Adam and Isabella Banks should be playing for District Five," the League Official said.
"My children are Hawks, not DUCKS!" Dad spat.
"Is this your doing, Gordon?" Coach Reilly said.
"I'll expect to see them at our next game. We'll have a uniform waiting for both of you," Coach Bombay said.
"NO WAY," Bella and I said together.
"My kids would rather not play than play for your team," Dad said, with a finger pointed to them.
I looked at my father in shock and awe.
"Fine if that's the way you want it. But remember, If Adam and Isabella plays for the Hawks, you will have to forfeit every game for the rest of the season. Boy, I'd hate to see that," Coach Bombay said and then he walked away.
"Look I'm sorry this had to happen, but you can see here on the map. It's very clearly delineated," The league Official said.
Bella and I looked at the map with our Dad.
"This isn't fair! I said as the tears started to come out of my eyes.
"I'm sorry this happened," The League official said.
"Yeah, sure,' Dad said to the Official and then he turned to us and said. 'Go get changed, meet me out front."
Bella followed dad's orders, I stayed.
"GO NOW ADAM JONATHAN BANKS AND QUIT YOUR DAMN CRYING!" Dad yelled.
A half hour later we were walking into the kitchen.
"Get your stuff put away and get up to your rooms," Dad said.
"Hey what's going on, Ollie and I were getting ready to come to the twins' game?" Mom asked.
"I need a drink. GET IN YOUR ROOM OLIVER," Dad said.
"Why I didn't do anything wrong?" Ollie said.
"NOW!" Dad barked.
"So, what's going on?" Mom asked as she popped the top of a beer bottle open.
"You're not going to believe this, the league put Adam and Bella on the wrong team. Apparently, they are supposed to be Ducks not Hawks," Dad said and then he took a swig of the bottle.
"What are you doing up here? Dad said to go to our rooms," Ollie whispered.
"Shut up!" Bella whispered. I was trying to cry silently.
Ollie took one look at me and said, "You are such a cry baby."
"So, does this mean that they are going to switch teams?" Mom asked.
"OVER MY COLD DEAD BODY, THEY ARE GOING TO SWITCH TEAMS!" Dad yelled.
"Maybe this was for the best. I know you didn't get to end you career the way you wanted, Thanks to that idiot O'Callahan. But I didn't want my kids to be hockey players. Maybe it's for the best," Mom said.
"NO SERAPHINA MY KIDS WERE BORN TO BE HOCKEY PLAYERS!" Dad yelled.
Later that night at dinner.
"No, the two of you will not be playing for him. You're Hawks not Ducks," Dad spat.
"We just want to play hockey dad," Bella whispered.
"NOT FOR HIM," Dad roared.
"Please, dad?" Bella asked. I was crying.
"NO, THAT'S MY FINAL WORD YOU UNDERSTAND? NOW I HAVE TO GET READY TO LEAVE FOR ATLANTA IN THE MORNING," Dad said as he threw his napkin down on his plate and got up from the table.
A couple of nights later Bella and I played our first game as ducks. I was jealous when my number had been taken from me and I was given a new number 99. I looked over at Bella's jersey number 63 I. Banks. "At least you get to keep your number," I spat. After the game Dad was furious when we got home. He sent us to our rooms. I ran upstairs crying, I was so mad that I took a swipe at the glass that was sitting on my nightstand from last night. It tumbled to the floor and shattered. I took the shards that I could find, and I turned it over in my fingers a couple of times. I had an idea, I went into the bathroom and began to slice through the flesh of my wrists, it was incredible. Like I was on top of the world. After I bandaged myself and cleaned up my mess and hid the shards in my nightstand. I switched to razors about 6 months after the first cut. The high with the razors was even more powerful than using the broken glass.
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November 1st, 1996
I was 14 years old. I was so pissed at Riley for raping my sister. I kicked everything in my line of sight. I locked myself in the bathroom and scream at my reflection: "YOU JERK! HOW DARE YOU LET THAT HAPPEN TO YOUR SISTER, YOUR BABY SISTER?" I then crumpled to the floor crying.
I could hear Charlie at the door, calling for me to come out. But I drowned him out with my screams and sobs as I fumbled for my razors in the pocket of my jeans. I held out my wrists and slashed some new cuts, not reopening the old ones like I had before. The blood trickled from my arms onto the floor and though I wasn't helping Bella or myself for that matter it helped soothe me.
"COME ON ADAM OPEN THE DAMN DOOR OR I AM GOING TO GET PORTMAN TO KNOCK IT DOWN!" Charlie yelled.
I wrapped some toilet paper around the fresh cuts and then I wiped up the blood on the tiles, threw on my sweater. So, no one would see the stains on my white sleeves and stuffed my razor box, back into my pocket.
…
November 2nd, 1996
"YOU ARE A WORTHLESS LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" He yelled and then he punched me in the face. "HOW DARE YOU GO AGAINST ME. HOW DARE YOU LIE TO ME!"
"PHILLIP STOP HE IS YOUR SON!" My mother shrieked.
"NOT ANYMORE HE'S NOT. WE ARE DISOWNING HIM. GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY!" With that he knocked me off my feet and left.
…..
November 8th, 1996
"Adam you have to stop this. Stop putting your life in danger. Give me the knife Ads please," I could see the tears running down Bella's face as she spoke.
….
September 19th, 1997
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FAG!' she screamed and gestured to Gunnar. 'AND TAKE YOUR BOYFRIEND TOO!"
[End of Flashbacks]
I knew in the end no one and I mean no one gave a shit about me. I figured I ran far enough; it was time to do it. I grabbed the package of razors that I took. I knew it was stealing and stealing was wrong. But in the end, it didn't matter, I needed to cut. I opened the package and took apart the first razor, when I heard: "ADAM! ADAM! ADAM WHERE ARE YOU?" It sounded like Travon. In fact, I was positive it was Travon. I didn't care I was bawling so hard. I was:
WORTHLESS
FAG
USELESS
IDIOT
NOT MY SON
NOT MY BROTHER
HOPELESS
So, I ran as far as I could away from the voices proclaiming my name.
Mike's POV:
Travon ran up to me.
"I thought I saw him,' he said. 'But he ran, he's way too fast."
I pulled out my walkie-talkie and said, "Annie? Come in Annie?"
"Mike did you find him?" Annie asked over the radio.
"No. I need you to call Gordon and Michele. Stat," I said.
"On it. Over and out," Annie said.
We kept walking and looking for Adam.
A/N: Another chapter for you all! What do you think? How will it all turn out? What will Adam do? How will everyone react? Please leave a review.