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Good. Because I’m fucking thirsty.
Something happens to me the minute my skates touch the ice on game days. Something takes over my mind, almost as if a different version of me emerges. People say it’s passion, and I guess it is, but the anger that fills me sometimes even shocks me.
I want blood when I’m on the ice.
I want to see people crumble before me.
I want to see them fucking shatter.
“Quake,” Kal mutters, grabbing my attention as his stick hits the puck toward me. We warm up together as we always do, and then, before we know it, the game is about to start. Kal skates around me in a circle before smacking both of my knee pads with his stick.
“Remember Quake, sinking pucks, not fists,” he says before hitting his helmet against my own. Kal is on the left wing, and King is the right wing. Me, I’m in center, and it’s known that our line is the nightmare line. There are no three-line players out there that work better than me, Kal, and Tray together. I stand head-on with the other team’s center with the puck in the middle of us. Mackey, who plays for Ice Hogs, stares back at me, his eyes brimming with hatred. I may or may not have let him suck my dick at a party one night last year and didn’t bother to tell him that his girlfriend had walked in around two minutes prior to me coming down his throat. I still remember the horror on her face watching her boyfriend on his knees deep, throating my dick like a fucking pro. Of course, I didn’t know it was his girlfriend untilhe stood and turned around, and she backhanded him around his face. I thought she only wanted to watch and, to be honest, it was hot as fuck. It absolutely made me come quicker. Safe to say, Mackey didn’t find it as funny as I did when I was not subtly laughing while tucking my dick back in my jeans.
Apparently, I should have said something.
Who the fuck interrupts a blow job because someone decided they wanted to watch? His lips lift in a small smirk.
“You ain’t shattering no one today,” he subtly growls, his eyes on the puck the whole time.
“Really? Pretty sure your dad shattered right in front of me last night while my dick was—”
The moment the puck makes contact with the ice, I snatch it up with my stick. I don’t hear what Mackey says as I breeze past him and pass the puck to Kal. I fly up the rink, swerving the opponent’s defense as they try to bodycheck me. I smoothly sail past every player, effortlessly dancing around them as if they were under my control. This moment is when I come alive. It’s the only time I am temporarily able to escape from all the negative shit in my life.
I’m me on the ice. Brayden “Quake” Anders.
I quickly shift my focus to the left and spot Kal swiftly advancing, I slide the puck over to him. Getting closer to the goal, his lightning-fast movements become more apparent next to me. I anticipate the opposing defense on Kal and can already predict the outcome. Kal also sees it coming, as the puck swiftly connects with my stick while three players trap Kal.
We’re too quick for them.
The goal is in my line, and the goalie’s eyes are fixed on the puck. I know for a fact that he doesn’t stand a chance, and I believe he’s aware of it, too. As I swing my stick back, our eyes briefly lock before I make contact. I strike the puck with all my strength, and it reaches the net before the goalie can react. Eachleg pad is struck by Kal’s sticks before he head-butts me using his helmet. It’s a celebration that we share. My team is crowding around me, constantly tapping my shoulders and pulling me around.
“Bray!” I hear someone call out on the ice, and when I turn around, Kal nods toward the crowd. I quickly scan the crowd, following Kal’s gesture, and then I spot it.
Me. But a broken version of me.
“Bexley,” I whisper into the empty air. Uttering those words amplifies its reality. Bexley gazes at me intently; A smile I haven’t seen in a long time appears on his face. Tears spring to my eyes instantly. While I may be uncertain about some things, I am familiar with the feeling of happiness. He’s here.
He saw me score.
He’s happy.
My eyes meet Kal’s again, and he points at me and winks. No one knew about Bexley until a couple of years back when we were at a party, and he turned up high as a kite and paralytic drunk. I can still hear the gasps echoing in the room as they witnessed what seemed to be me, but wasn’t. Word soon got around about Bexley and, as always, the truth come out. I had a twin who was a drug addict. It’s safe to say that year I had more fights than I ever have had. I couldn’t stand the name calling. It didn’t last long. Some other gossip came along, which was more interesting. I don’t know if all the teachers know about Bex. No one has said anything, except Coach. Coach knows he out right asked me. Coach doesn’t hold back on anything. I told him I have a twin, yes, but I told him what I told everyone else that asked. He’s a worker, didn’t fancy going to college.
They don’t need to know he’s a worker, but an illegal one.
I have the excitement of a child wanting to show his father a new trick. My veins ignite with fire as I face Mackey, eagerly awaiting the puck to be released, knowing it will be mine withouta doubt. I’m already moving past Mackey with the puck, not hearing anything he has to say. My eyes keep flicking up to Bex, who sits on the edge of his seat, watching my every move. A smile spreads across my face as we move nearer to the goal. The puck is passed between the three of us as we press ahead. I see Tray has an opening, and he doesn’t waste it as he shoots the puck toward me. Before my stick meets it, something hard slams into me and my feet slid out from underneath me. I hit the ice hard and wince at the contact. I squeeze my eyes shut and a hiss through my teeth at the sharp pain shooting through my right arm. I open my eyes and Mackey stares down at me grinning with his teeth bared through the gaps in the helmet. He then glances up and I already know where he’s staring. He stares right at Bexley. Soon enough everyone is swarming me, players are being shoved, Kal leans down, and his arm outstretched to pull me back up. When I do, me and Mackey come helmet to helmet, allowing them to smack off each other as we both shove each other’s shoulders. I inhale staggered breaths as I think back to what Kal said
“Remember Quake, sinking pucks, not fists.” I clench my teeth and drift away from Mackey. I have to remember the scouts and what I’m doing this for. Before I skate away, Mackey’s voice interrupts my internal thoughts.
“Your Bro is looking angry. Maybe he needs a hit.” Everything in my vision goes blurry. I don’t see the bright lights anymore. I see gray, surrounded by darkness as I turn on my skates to face Mackey.
“I’m sure I could spare a twenty if he sucks my dick good enough.” One minute he’s in front of me, the next his helmet is in one hand while the other grips the side of his head and smashes it against the wall of the rink.
The gray and darkness disappear.
Now all I see is red.
All I see is his blood.
