After the Game
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Bryony was sitting in my mother’s lap watching the six-o’clock news when I walked into the living room.
“You look pretty,” Mom said with a pleased smile.
I had changed shirts three times and decided on a thermal dark blue shirt with my brown leather jacket. I wasn’t sure what to expect tonight, but my leather jacket gave me some sort of odd comfort. Like a shield or something.
“Mommy cuwls,” Bryony said, pointing at my hair.
I had rolled my hair a little with the curling iron. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard, but I liked it when my hair had some curls in it. I touched them, wrapping a strand around my finger.
“Yes, Mommy has curls tonight. Just like Bryony,” I told her, then walked over to kiss her sweet head.
“Thanks for watching her again tonight,” I told my mom.
“We are happy to. She’s not a problem. Besides, seeing you get out like this does me good.”
I had great parents. When life turned on me, they were there holding me up. They were my support system, and without them I wasn’t sure where I’d be.
“I love you,” I told her.
“And I love you. No matter how old you get, you’re always going to be my little girl. You’ll see that one day when this one is a teenager.”
I didn’t want to think about my baby being all grown-up. I loved having her small hand tucked in mine and her body curled up against me at night. I hadn’t thought about how my mother must feel. I did now, though.
“I just hope I’m half as good a mother as you are.”
My mom chuckled. “Oh honey, you are already more than that. I couldn’t be prouder of you.”
Bryony held her little arms up to me. “I wuv you,” she said, wanting to join the affection.
I took her from Mom and held her against me. “I love you too.”
She squeezed me tightly with her little arms, then I gave her back to my mother. “You two have fun. I’ll see you later.”
“Go, Lions,” Mom cheered.
I just hoped the Lions could pull this off. Brady was carrying the weight of a secret none of them understood. They were all counting on him to pull them through. The fear that he might fail them wasn’t even in their thoughts. They all trusted he’d be their star quarterback.
I wasn’t worried about the game. I wasn’t worried about the championship. I was worried about Brady. This could be asking too much of him.
* * *
Parking and walking into the game alone wasn’t as intimidating as I had feared it would be. I’d gotten over a lot since the last time I’d walked on this ground. Brady had changed me, helped me. And I hoped I had done the same for him.
I saw people I recognized, and they saw me. Many took a double take like they couldn’t believe I had the nerve to be here. I saw more than one jaw drop as I paid my ticket and walked inside the gates.
I wasn’t sure how I would find Willa, but I figured I would look for her and then just take a seat if I couldn’t see her. I didn’t have to sit by her to make it through this game. I just needed to be where Brady could see me. And away from his parents.
“I’m surprised you’re here, but then I had faith you’d show.” To my left, Willa was walking up to me. She was wearing a Lawton Lions sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. Her blond hair was in a ponytail, and it swayed side to side with each step.
She had been looking for me. That was nice of her.
“I’m definitely here,” I agreed, taking a quick glance around and realizing we were drawing attention.
Willa seemed to notice too. “Ignore them. They have nothing better to do. I have us some seats saved.”
I fell in step beside her. “Are the seats close to Brady’s parents?” I asked.
She frowned and looked toward the stands. “No. . . . Do they need to be?”
“Not at all. Actually it’s better that they’re not.”
Willa glanced at me. “Issues with his parents?”
I wasn’t going to explain that to her. “No, but I don’t think Brady needs the distraction of me sitting near them. They don’t know about us, uh, being friends.”
Willa nodded. “Friends. That’s what you’re calling it?”
I wasn’t sure what else to call it, really. “I think.”
She shrugged. “Friends is good. Gunner and I were friends too. Once.”
“Hey, Willa,” Kimmie said as we passed her, then looked at me like I had three heads. “I don’t think Gunner will want you with her.”
Willa stopped walking and turned to Kimmie. This wasn’t going to be the first confrontation we experienced tonight. I hoped Willa knew this. I didn’t want to ruin her night.
“What I do and who I do it with isn’t your concern, Kimmie,” Willa responded in an icy tone.
Then she started back up walking again without waiting on a response. Willa seemed all sweet and nice, but man, could she be intense.
“Sorry about her.”
“I’ve known Kimmie since preschool. I expected it from her.”
Willa looked at me. “She know about you and Brady being . . . friends?”
I shrugged. “I doubt it.”
Willa grinned then. “I’d love to see her face when she hears it.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. We walked up the steps to the seats she had reserved, and I was happy to see we weren’t too high up. Brady could easily see me. It was just finding me in this crowd that would take some time.
My stomach was in a nervous knot as the players warmed up on the field. Tonight would be the hardest one yet for Brady.
Get Off My Field
CHAPTER 42
BRADY
Seeing Riley in the stands wasn’t enough to keep my father’s presence on the sidelines from screwing with me. He had moved to stand with the coaches as if he had the right to. Did he think this would make me play better? That seeing him there was the support I needed?
The pass was incomplete again, and we were out of chances. Defense would step in now and try to recover some momentum for us. I jerked my helmet off and walked over to the water. I was avoiding my father at all costs.
“Brady!” Coach called my name. That was the one voice I couldn’t ignore.
I turned to him.
He was stalking toward me. “What the hell is wrong, son? You were off the first part of last week, but that was nothing like this week. You can’t complete shit.”
I saw my father following him and realized he was going to say something too. I couldn’t do this. Not here. He needed to leave.
“At this rate, we won’t be able to come back after halftime with a miracle. Where is your head?”
I pointed toward the man coming toward us. “Why is he on the damn field?”
Coach turned to see my father, then back at me with a frown. “Your dad?”
“He doesn’t play football; he’s not a coach. Do you see anyone else’s dad down here? He needs to get the fuck up in the stands, where he belongs.”
“Brady!” my father’s voice boomed with warning that I rarely heard from him.
“Don’t you dare correct me, you cheating sack of shit. I don’t want you here! I don’t need you here. I can’t stand the fucking sight of you!” I was screaming now, and some of my teammates could hear me. I just didn’t care.
He stilled at my tirade and stared at me in disbelief. Was it because I was yelling at him or because I’d called him a cheater? I wasn’t sure.
“You need to leave the field, Boone. There are obviously family issues here, and y’all can get that shit settled off the field. But tonight I need the boy’s head in the game. You’re affecting it.”
“We need to talk about this. You don’t know everything,” Dad said, his voice lowered.
I took a step toward him and glared at him eye to eye. “I fucking saw you. I. Saw. You. With. Her. Get out of my face. Get off my field. And leave.”
I waited until he blinked and looked away from me. He understood. Without a word he walked past me and toward the exit. I wanted to vomit. Again. Talking to my father like that was hard. Hating him so much was painful. We’d been close my entire life.
“You look pretty,” Mom said with a pleased smile.
I had changed shirts three times and decided on a thermal dark blue shirt with my brown leather jacket. I wasn’t sure what to expect tonight, but my leather jacket gave me some sort of odd comfort. Like a shield or something.
“Mommy cuwls,” Bryony said, pointing at my hair.
I had rolled my hair a little with the curling iron. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard, but I liked it when my hair had some curls in it. I touched them, wrapping a strand around my finger.
“Yes, Mommy has curls tonight. Just like Bryony,” I told her, then walked over to kiss her sweet head.
“Thanks for watching her again tonight,” I told my mom.
“We are happy to. She’s not a problem. Besides, seeing you get out like this does me good.”
I had great parents. When life turned on me, they were there holding me up. They were my support system, and without them I wasn’t sure where I’d be.
“I love you,” I told her.
“And I love you. No matter how old you get, you’re always going to be my little girl. You’ll see that one day when this one is a teenager.”
I didn’t want to think about my baby being all grown-up. I loved having her small hand tucked in mine and her body curled up against me at night. I hadn’t thought about how my mother must feel. I did now, though.
“I just hope I’m half as good a mother as you are.”
My mom chuckled. “Oh honey, you are already more than that. I couldn’t be prouder of you.”
Bryony held her little arms up to me. “I wuv you,” she said, wanting to join the affection.
I took her from Mom and held her against me. “I love you too.”
She squeezed me tightly with her little arms, then I gave her back to my mother. “You two have fun. I’ll see you later.”
“Go, Lions,” Mom cheered.
I just hoped the Lions could pull this off. Brady was carrying the weight of a secret none of them understood. They were all counting on him to pull them through. The fear that he might fail them wasn’t even in their thoughts. They all trusted he’d be their star quarterback.
I wasn’t worried about the game. I wasn’t worried about the championship. I was worried about Brady. This could be asking too much of him.
* * *
Parking and walking into the game alone wasn’t as intimidating as I had feared it would be. I’d gotten over a lot since the last time I’d walked on this ground. Brady had changed me, helped me. And I hoped I had done the same for him.
I saw people I recognized, and they saw me. Many took a double take like they couldn’t believe I had the nerve to be here. I saw more than one jaw drop as I paid my ticket and walked inside the gates.
I wasn’t sure how I would find Willa, but I figured I would look for her and then just take a seat if I couldn’t see her. I didn’t have to sit by her to make it through this game. I just needed to be where Brady could see me. And away from his parents.
“I’m surprised you’re here, but then I had faith you’d show.” To my left, Willa was walking up to me. She was wearing a Lawton Lions sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. Her blond hair was in a ponytail, and it swayed side to side with each step.
She had been looking for me. That was nice of her.
“I’m definitely here,” I agreed, taking a quick glance around and realizing we were drawing attention.
Willa seemed to notice too. “Ignore them. They have nothing better to do. I have us some seats saved.”
I fell in step beside her. “Are the seats close to Brady’s parents?” I asked.
She frowned and looked toward the stands. “No. . . . Do they need to be?”
“Not at all. Actually it’s better that they’re not.”
Willa glanced at me. “Issues with his parents?”
I wasn’t going to explain that to her. “No, but I don’t think Brady needs the distraction of me sitting near them. They don’t know about us, uh, being friends.”
Willa nodded. “Friends. That’s what you’re calling it?”
I wasn’t sure what else to call it, really. “I think.”
She shrugged. “Friends is good. Gunner and I were friends too. Once.”
“Hey, Willa,” Kimmie said as we passed her, then looked at me like I had three heads. “I don’t think Gunner will want you with her.”
Willa stopped walking and turned to Kimmie. This wasn’t going to be the first confrontation we experienced tonight. I hoped Willa knew this. I didn’t want to ruin her night.
“What I do and who I do it with isn’t your concern, Kimmie,” Willa responded in an icy tone.
Then she started back up walking again without waiting on a response. Willa seemed all sweet and nice, but man, could she be intense.
“Sorry about her.”
“I’ve known Kimmie since preschool. I expected it from her.”
Willa looked at me. “She know about you and Brady being . . . friends?”
I shrugged. “I doubt it.”
Willa grinned then. “I’d love to see her face when she hears it.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. We walked up the steps to the seats she had reserved, and I was happy to see we weren’t too high up. Brady could easily see me. It was just finding me in this crowd that would take some time.
My stomach was in a nervous knot as the players warmed up on the field. Tonight would be the hardest one yet for Brady.
Get Off My Field
CHAPTER 42
BRADY
Seeing Riley in the stands wasn’t enough to keep my father’s presence on the sidelines from screwing with me. He had moved to stand with the coaches as if he had the right to. Did he think this would make me play better? That seeing him there was the support I needed?
The pass was incomplete again, and we were out of chances. Defense would step in now and try to recover some momentum for us. I jerked my helmet off and walked over to the water. I was avoiding my father at all costs.
“Brady!” Coach called my name. That was the one voice I couldn’t ignore.
I turned to him.
He was stalking toward me. “What the hell is wrong, son? You were off the first part of last week, but that was nothing like this week. You can’t complete shit.”
I saw my father following him and realized he was going to say something too. I couldn’t do this. Not here. He needed to leave.
“At this rate, we won’t be able to come back after halftime with a miracle. Where is your head?”
I pointed toward the man coming toward us. “Why is he on the damn field?”
Coach turned to see my father, then back at me with a frown. “Your dad?”
“He doesn’t play football; he’s not a coach. Do you see anyone else’s dad down here? He needs to get the fuck up in the stands, where he belongs.”
“Brady!” my father’s voice boomed with warning that I rarely heard from him.
“Don’t you dare correct me, you cheating sack of shit. I don’t want you here! I don’t need you here. I can’t stand the fucking sight of you!” I was screaming now, and some of my teammates could hear me. I just didn’t care.
He stilled at my tirade and stared at me in disbelief. Was it because I was yelling at him or because I’d called him a cheater? I wasn’t sure.
“You need to leave the field, Boone. There are obviously family issues here, and y’all can get that shit settled off the field. But tonight I need the boy’s head in the game. You’re affecting it.”
“We need to talk about this. You don’t know everything,” Dad said, his voice lowered.
I took a step toward him and glared at him eye to eye. “I fucking saw you. I. Saw. You. With. Her. Get out of my face. Get off my field. And leave.”
I waited until he blinked and looked away from me. He understood. Without a word he walked past me and toward the exit. I wanted to vomit. Again. Talking to my father like that was hard. Hating him so much was painful. We’d been close my entire life.
