My End Game

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Chapter Thirty


“What should I have done then? In case you guys haven’t noticed, my life is here and I can’t just leave everything behind.” I nearly shouted. Jake and Samantha looked at each other and rolled their eyes at the same time and I threw my hands up in exasperation. “Sweetie, listen carefully,” Samantha said. “You’ve been bitching about your decision for a week. A freaking week! And if that doesn’t tell you anything about what you really want, then I don’t know what else I can say to make you realize that you’re only here because you’re feeling guilty of leaving everything behind to finally pursue what you want for yourself, and not because you still want to be here.”

I looked at Jake silently imploring him to back me up. He raises his brows and crosses his arms over his chest. “Yeah, what she said, now quit moping and just watch your boyfriend play,” he barked lifting his chin up towards the TV. “You do realize that this is my house, my TV, my beer and I can kick you out anytime I want right?” They both chuckled and shook their heads. “Woman, sit your ass down!” Jake insisted, impersonating Arnold Schwarzenegger and that cracked me up.

I haven’t seen Elijah in a week and I really really miss him. The truth is, I almost didn’t leave Spain. I was about to run back to him, but receiving a message that said half of the orphanage burned down pushed me to board the damn plane. At that time, I felt that it was my duty to prioritize the children. That I had to choose them over choosing what I want to do. That they had to come first no matter what. I cried the moment I took a seat and continued to cry until sleep took a hold of me. I was heartbroken. There was not a night that I didn’t think about him. We were only able to talk once since I got back, and after that, he was busy with the start of the season and me with the company and the orphanage.

It was already the middle of the game, the tension was palpable both in the stadium and my living room. Real Madrid is leading by one point. Both teams are roughing it out and that’s so far the clearest thing to me. If it weren’t for Jake, I wouldn’t even understand what’s actually happening. I kept my eyes on Elijah at all times. His face was always in deep concentration, but he was still as handsome as a Greek god. He was a beast in the football pitch. Other players kept trying to keep up with him, but he would always end up snatching the ball away from them or scoring a point. He was unstoppable.

The score is now tied between Liverpool and Real Madrid. Elijah was running across the field like a cheetah. He suddenly jumped high and extended his head, trying to steal the flying ball from another player. The other player probably didn’t notice him because as he was about to hit the ball using his head, the other player’s leg shot up and accidentally kicked Elijah’s head instead. I jumped up and screamed as I saw him go down. His teammates and a few medics ran to him. I was in a state of shock and I felt like my heart was in my head. Everything inside me was pounding hard. Samantha came to hug me, while Jake rubbed his hands up and down my arms. “Oh my god! Oh my god! I don’t see him moving!” I screamed in panic.

“I don’t understand what’s happening, what are they saying? Is he okay? Is he going to be okay?” I asked both my friends. They didn’t say a word, but they held on to me. I broke free and rushed to snatch my phone. I tried calling Elijah’s manager and then Micah, but none of them answered. “Please, let him be okay,” I repeated this sentence over and over like a prayer, eyes glued to the screen. I was a crying mess by the time the medics carried him out from the stadium, still unmoving. “Oh my god I- I” I was completely lost for words. I paced back and forth furiously trying to calm myself down. “You need a plane ticket, go get some stuff you might need and I’ll handle booking the flights. Go!” Jake snapped.

I was on autopilot grabbing things from my closet and bathroom like a hurricane and Samantha was right there with me. When I was done packing, we quickly headed out to the airport. My thoughts kept going back to the scene earlier. I prayed so hard for Elijah to be okay, and that if he survives this, I promise I won’t ever leave his side. I tried calling Micah right before I boarded the plane and thank god he finally answered.

A soft sob escaped my lips before I was able to ask him how Elijah’s doing. “He’s awake now. The doctor says he’s going to be fine. They said it’s nothing serious, he was just knocked out pretty badly. They're going to keep him for two more days for observation." I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. Thank god, he's going to be fine. "He'll be alright, Ireland," Micah said. "I'm about to board the plane. I need to see him," I whispered, obviously overwhelmed with the turn of events. "Send me the details, if I can't pick you up, I'll ask someone to go and bring you here," Micah instructed.

I told him that I couldn't thank him enough for everything and that I'll see them soon. "Ireland? I'm glad you're coming, he really needs you. He hasn't been himself since you left," he suddenly said before I had the chance to hang up. I nodded at the revelation forgetting the fact that he can't see me. Tears began to flow down my cheeks and my lips quivered. I haven't been myself too since I left and I regret not telling Elijah how much he means to me and that there's nothing I want more than to be with him.

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