Page 57 of Breaking Point
My mom is dying, and there is nothing I can do to stop it from happening.
Chapter 15
Grayson
KIERAN ASHFORD
why is Dipshit at the facility?
GRAYSON
you’re going to have to be more specific with that one, Ashford
KIERAN ASHFORD
the M&M’s cocksucker
GRAYSON
Chase Montgomery???
why the fuck is he here?
KIERAN ASHFORD
I don’t know, that’s why I just asked you
duh
I’m running—sprinting—through the halls from the fitness center where I left my personal trainer gaping at me after my quick escape. No doubt he’s still standing there wide-eyed and slack-jawed.
Unbelievable.
I was informed I had three months.Three monthsto turn my life around.
I’ve been putting in the work, I’ve looked online for grief counselors, I’ve showed up to every practice and PT session twenty minutes early. All the overwhelming urges screaming at me to drink are being ignored, and I’ve managed to stay sober for a week. I’ve attended AA meetings every day and shared the nightmares that keep me from sleeping.
I am trying my absolute best, so why thefuckis he here?
I haven’t even gone out since I punched the paparazzo in the face for what he said. The guys haven’t invited me for drinks and something tells me that’s Kieran’s doing, spreading the word on keeping me sober. There are no rumors of a trade happening, so I know he hasn’t spilled that little piece of information. But that won’t be the case if anyone else sees Chase Montgomery touring the IceHawks halls. I don’t even know what he’s doing here; he’s still a Michigan Bulls player.
Here’s hoping this is all an act on his side to make Michigan offer him a better deal and scare them into doubling his signing price.Anythingis better than the reality of him being traded in my position.
Coming to a screeching halt at the end of the hall, I watch, my temper rising as Chase Montgomery walks out of Coach Anderson’s office with his agent by his side. They turn left instantly, heading toward the exit. The slimy player doesn’t even clock me huffing at the end of the hall.
Knocking on Coach’s door, he sighs as he sees me panting in his doorway. “Hurry up and come in before the bastard comes back.”
Shock thunders through me, his words taking the edge off my temper slightly. “Never knew you didn’t like him,” I admit, closing the door behind me as I flop into a seat in front of his desk.
He leans back, exhaustion wracking his frame. “Wasn’t anyone’s business until now.”
“Coach, I thought I had three months.”
No point beating around the bush.
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “The higher-ups arefighting for him. Michigan still wants their star player and IceHawks…Well, they feel as if they lost theirs.”
A punch to the face would have hurt less than those words.
