Unbreakable Hearts

The Incident Part 1

I was a straight A student with a 4.0gpa. Top Football star in the school. Amongst my friends, I was the overachiever. I think I was compensating for the fact I craved the approval from my mother. Yet, no matter what I did she saw an issue and was never good enough for her standards. My dad and her would fight constantly over me. She'll treat me nicer for two weeks then go back to being her ungrateful self once I did something to even slightly annoy her. It drove me crazy to be this perfect daughter for her. I even drove myself to blackout and pass out at school from exhaustion. When my dad asked what happened and what lead to this, I told him that it was nothing just overexerting myself again. My mom was against it, but dad took me out of school for a week to rest up.

Being an overachiever in the school was a perk and a disadvantage. You had your supporters. Then you had your haters. My best friend Rebecca was a supportive person in my achievements. Her boyfriend Michael hated my ass because of it. Michael never got along with me no matter how much I tried to be nice to him. He always called me stupid, slut, w***e, etc. You name it; he called me it.

This is the most painful part. To relive through the accident of my father all the way down to the event that happened on that painful day. To think it happened in the span of a month.

My dad and I went out of town together for a college tour. Even as a Freshmen, I was always thinking ahead. My dad admired that I wanted to keep looking forward with my education. I had several colleges already offer me Football scholarships for being an awesome runback. What I was told if I am this good now, they can only imagine once I hit college. Some colleges say they don't want to miss out on a huge opportunity on having a great player on their team in the future.

As my dad and I were leaving the campus, we got caught in a thunderstorm. It was raining so hard that we couldn't even see two feet in front of us. However, dad didn't want us to pull over. He had to be at work in the morning. If we would stop even for a few minutes to let the rain stop both of us wouldn't make it to school tomorrow. My mom made it clear regardless what time we got in that she was forcing us to go to school.

Her words exactly was "Plan accordingly. No matter what time you guys get in; you will be showing up at school. Both of you. Since you don't want to listen to me." She was always against me playing Football. Always told me that it's for boys. There were even times she called me a w***e for playing Football. In her case, I played it to be closer to the boys. Which wasn't true, it was to actually get closer to my dad.

Dad continued to drive through the heavy thunderstorm. The headlights from a truck blinded him making him swerve off the road in to a tree. By the time help arrived, dad had already passed away due to the impact on his side of the car. The only injury I seemed to have was a concussion and a fractured arm.

I felt guilty for even asking him to go to the college tour. I was just adamant on going because this was my dream school. What good did it do except get the one parent that loved me to die?

Everyone blamed me except my brother, Uncle Eric, Auntie Stew, and both sets of grandparents. To my mother, I took away the love of her life all because 'I just had to go on that college tour.' To the school, I took away the best coach and teacher all because 'I just had to be the best at everything.' That included getting the best scholarships and school. Even those reasons being far from the truth, I couldn't help but crawl in this deep dark depression that maybe everyone was right.

No matter how much I apologized to my mother, I was just a burden to her now. My brother tried his best to be there for me as much as my mother would let him. My mother wouldn't let him near me. Always telling me that I had already killed my father; I'm not going to kill my brother on top of it. My brother would always try to stick up for me; however, mom wasn't having it. At that point, everything my mom did was out of obligation for me. She had to feed me, clothe me, take me to school, etc. If it were anything else, she would ignore me and acted like I never existed. She even resorted to calling me 'that girl.'

It was also at this time my old teammates and friends started to bully me. They would always tell me I should've been the one to die instead of my father. Trust me I wish it more than them. My favorite teacher started to treat me differently. He would give me F's when I knew I deserved A's or at least a C average grade. I never understood why. It's not like my dad and him had a good relationship in that school. It was what it was at that point of time.

Two weeks before the month and school was ending, I found it strange that this mysterious guy started to talk to me and hanging around me. I saw him a part of Michael's group. His name was Sebastian. I was cautious around him. Michael and his group was bad news and couldn't trust them as far as I can throw them. I also don't judge a book by its cover. We would talk often. It could be me opening up to him or going in to our likes or dislikes. It even gotten to the point where we would go on little coffee dates after school to do school work. I didn't know his true intention, but it felt great to not always cry and feel depressed.

We just got done with gym that day. However, I had to stay back for a few minutes to talk to the new gym teacher about Football tryouts next year. As I was talking to the new gym teacher, I saw Michael, Sebastian, and the rest of their group laughing. I had just gotten done with the conversation with the new gym teacher when I walked into the girls locker room. I was so glad that gym was my last class of the day.

I grabbed my clothes from my locker and walked to the showers. I hung my towel on the hook. 20 minutes in to my shower, I heard a door creak. There shouldn't be anyone in the locker room except for me.

"Hello!" I called "Hello, is someone there." I just shrugged finishing the rest of my shower. When I heard a slight laugh behind me. I jumped out of my skin to see Michael and his group. I tried reaching for my towel, but it wasn't there.

"Michael this isn't funny. Give me my towel back." I said sternly.

He slaps me "shut up slut. I do the talking."

I grab my face where he slapped me. "You know you have become a real pain in the ass and a nuisance? Turn the water off skank." I turn around to turn the water off. Then I felt Michael press himself against me.