Page 121 of Home Game

Remembering how I felt, when I was hitting the guy that hurt Zoey, I spoke with truth. “You did the right thing pulling me off. I wanted to hurt him.”

“Who is he?”

“No clue.” I finished soaping down and rinsed off. “But I plan on finding out.”

“Call me if you need me.”

“Thanks, man.”

I got dressed in record time before ducking into the lounge. Zoey was curled up on a couch, her face downcast, looking at her lap. I moved towards her and sat across from her.

“You okay?”

“I need to get home.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

We drove home in silence. Zoey sat curled up in the passenger seat not looking at me. I wanted to talk to her, but something told me to let her talk on her own. When we walked into the apartment, she disappeared into her bedroom and shut the door.

Shit. Now what?

I picked up my phone.

ME: Zoey got attacked at the stadium

My phone immediately rang.

“Speak,” Krista demanded.

“Some guy chased her into the women’s washroom and was holding her down when I got there.”

“When was this?!”

“Right when we came off the ice.”

“Is she okay?”

“She’s shaken up, but I think she is okay.”

“Does she know him?”

“She isn’t talking.”

“What is she doing?”

“She’s locked in her bedroom.”

“Well, go talk to her. Get to the bottom of this.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Call me later.”

I hung up and stared at Zoey’s bedroom door. I had no idea how to talk about this with her.

My phone rang again.

Jensen.

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