The Defending Goal by Crea Reitan

Author:Crea Reitan [Reitan, Crea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: dragon fire fantasy
Published: 2024-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

Ren didn’t stay. I think he hung around long enough to make sure I wasn’t going to lose my mind before he took his leave. We’ve had three games in the last nine days and have won two of the three.

Now it’s day ten of being home and I’m not sure what to do with myself. Knowing that my father can’t call, text, or leave me a voice message helps to relieve some of the pressure. Neither can my former agent, whom Imry has already begun the process of suing for… he used some big, technical words, but basically taking advantage of me and stuff.

I’m a free agent right now, which I know isn’t wise, but Ren promises Imry will review anything I need that an agent would do between now and when I find another. Not that I’ve been looking. I told Ren I looked at the list he gave me, and I have, but I haven’t looked beyond that.

It’s overwhelming and I’m far too afraid of fucking up again. I turn into a shaking, shut down mess when anyone starts yelling at me. The agents don’t start out that way, but… what if I choose one that will end up that way? Just like my previous.

Once, I thought about getting an eight ball or something and letting fate make my decisions for me. It’d probably do a better job. I swear, it doesn’t matter what I do; the choices I make in life are always the wrong ones, according to my father and my agent.

And sometimes everyone else around me.

You should have stopped that puck.

Why didn’t you attend that charity event?

I know you can lift more than that.

Closing my eyes, I shut everything out and search the quiet sounds for the whispering notes of my wind chimes. It’s not windy right now, so there’s only a hint of their hushed melody drifting through the air.

After allowing their sweet voices to wipe my thoughts clean, I throw the blankets off and sit up. My room is just how I left it. Kind of bare with my clothes from the previous day strewn all over the floor.

I rub my hands over my face, trying to dislodge the sleep and then push myself up to my feet. Instead of bending over, I pick up each article of clothing with my toes and try to kick-toss them into the air for me to catch. As a goalie, I should have superb reflexes. A single sock goes errant, but that’s because I may have almost tripped over the rug next to my bed.

How did you get hurt again?

I was trying to kick a sock into the air and lost my balance.

The imagined conversation makes me smirk. I dump my clothes into my hamper and pull on a pair of shorts over underwear, and grab a hoodie with my phone in my hand. I remote start my car from the app on my phone so it’s warm by the time I grab a bottle of water and get my sneakers on.

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