Page 120 of Player Misconduct
A fan video from thirty feet away:“HE JUST DROPPED MCCOY.”The comments split clean down the middle—protect her vs. thugs with sticks. A still shot where Kendall is blurred behind me, hand on belly, captioned with a question mark. Acropped angle with Tarron flying towards me and me taking the undercut shot.
My jaw aches. I toss the phone into the passenger seat and drive.
I pull into the driveway and her car isn’t here, but I guess if Kaenan took her home then she must have left it at the stadium employee parking lot. No problem. We’ll go get it tomorrow.
I walk into the house but it’s completely dark, like she turned off all the lights… or I beat her home.
“Kendall?” I call out. “Are you here?”
There’s no answer.
I start turning on lights in every room I enter, but the more rooms I check and the lack of the sound of footsteps anywhere in this massive house has me losing hope by the minute.
I send out a text to Kaenan: Did you drop Kendall off at home tonight?
His text comes back quickly.
Kaenan:Yeah, at her apartment. That’s where she said she wanted to go.
Her apartment?
Me:Thanks.
Kaenan:I heard about the fight. Is everything okay?
Me:It will be. But Tarron’s ability to smell or taste for a couple of weeks… probably not.
I tell him, and I can only hope that’s true.
I send off another text to Kendall: I just got back to the house but you’re not here. Is everything okay?
Finally, I get a response back.
Kendall:I just need a day or two to figure things out. And it's better if I do it alone
Me:Figure what out?
She doesn’t respond.
Me:Is this about me hitting him? Are you mad about that?
Kendall:I just need some time to think.
Jesus… It is about that.
Tarron’s voice hits me again.
“...I’d be more concerned with who she ran to first.”The smug look on his face even with a broken nose.
She did run to him first. Dropped to her knees to check on him after what he did… after what he’s done.
Fuck, did I read this whole thing wrong. Is Tarron right? Is she still in love with him?
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kendall
I wake up tangled in sheets at my apartment. I was going to send the thirty-day notice to my landlord, but I always found an excuse not to.
