Kresslee- Nope, my brother becomes unbelievably cocky when we win. He also becomes angry when we lose. It’s a lose-lose. But I would rather cheer for you, because I know you aren’t like my brother. And I love that. So, just know that every time I’m cheering, it’s not for my team. It’s only for you.
Ridge- I will win for you then. My very own cheerleader.
Kresslee- You bet your cute butt you have your own cheerleader.
I looked up from my phone to finish getting ready for the game to find her looking at me slyly over her pom-poms.
She winked at me, then looked away, waving her pom-poms in the air to the crowd.
I grinned behind my helmet and put my mouth guard in.
Time to win for my girl.
We spoke via text and on the phone whenever we could. Kresslee would call whenever Creed was in the shower or sleeping, and I listened to it all.
We also snuck away every chance we could before the games. I would kiss her as soon as she was at the door, taking her mouth in a deep kiss that showed how much I missed her.
She would kiss me back, her arms wrapping around my shoulder pads and letting me lift her off her feet to reach my mouth more easily.
It was hell on my body. Beyond not being able to see her every day or kiss her, it's also hell.
But I knew this had to happen.
Then the worst thing that could happen did. We were in the middle of our kissing session when Creed opened the door, his eyes going so wide that his eyebrows were almost lost in his hairline.
He saw Kresslee in my arms, her lips on mine since she hadn’t seen him, and he let out a roar, running at me, giving me only half a second to put Kresslee on her feet and pushing her away from me before Creed tackled me.
I braced myself the best I could, but he hit me so hard I skidded back a few feet. However, since it was my job to take hits like his, I bounced back quickly.
I tackled him to the ground this time, and Kresslee cried, “Creed! Stop it!”
Creed bucked his hips, rolling us over and punching me in the face, his anger palpable as he did.
My head snapped back, and blood burst out of my nose, and I punched Creed back, splitting his lip open.
Creed snarled at me, but Kresslee caught his arm, and he looked up at her, shoving her away from him, and she stumbled into the wall, hitting her head on it.
She fell back, and we watched her hit the ground, a cut opening on her forehead, blood flowing out of it so quickly it scared me, and her eyes rolling back in her head.
Creed shoved off me, rushing to his sister, and I got on my knees, crawling to her.
He shoved me away from her, “Get the fuck away from her!”
I shook my head, “She needs help.”
Creed gathered Kresslee in his arms, “She will get it. But not from you. Go near her again, and you won’t like what I will do.”
I glared at him, “You fucking hurt your sister today because of your damn pride Creed. Let it go. It’s just a fucking game!”
Creed shook his head, “It’s really not.” His voice sounded tired, shaking as he said the words quietly and then shoved his way outside.
I stopped short, knowing I wouldn’t be able to play with the blood all over my jersey and my face, but uncaring because Kresslee was hurt.
I shoved out the doors after Creed, who still carried Kresslee in his arms.
A large man walked over to where Creed stood with his sister in his arms, taller than Creed, wider too.
He was in an expensive as hell suit, his eyes narrowed to slits when he saw Creed covered in blood, Kresslee too.
