Chapter 4
1058 Words
Wendy's POV.
I screamed in pain as I felt my insides tearing, blood dripping, and I began to find it difficult to breathe. All that was on my mind was my baby.
"We can't let you and that bastard live," Nadia said but I paid no attention to her and found the strength to headbutt Gitten instead.
He didn't expect it and loosened his hold on me. Nadia saw this and scratched my face with her claws. The sting hit me like a burn but a strength that I had no idea where it came from hit me.
I screamed so loudly, and a wind appeared out of nowhere, destroying everything as the mark on my shoulders began to glow and burn from within.
Nadia tried to attack me again, but I somehow controlled the wind to throw her out of the cottage.
I was bleeding heavily and tried to stop it, but to no avail. My legs wobbled and I collapsed on the floor, resulting in crawling.
This place was an isolated one in the woods so no matter how much I screamed, no one could save me.
"Hold on baby, mummy will save you," I whispered as tears rushed to the brim of my eyes as I crawled outside, wanting to reach for the wood to use to stabilize myself, but then I felt a huge kick to my stomach.
I moaned and coughed out blood, feeling all energy draining out of me as my mark kept glowing.
"You w***e. You are not supposed to have any powers." Nadia yelled furiously as she continued to kick me as I cried, Gitten standing in a corner and watching everything with awe in his eyes.
"I thought she was the curse. What is with the powers?" He questioned but Gitten ignored him and used the knife on the floor to stab me again.
"Die. You know that I never really liked you. I was just pretending so I could snatch everything from you and you were just so easy for me to fool." Nadia spat onto my face.
My heart tightened in pain at this betrayal. I could feel the life of my unborn child slowly slipping out of me and rage built, burning through my veins as I gritted my teeth against one another.
Gittens was pouring fuel all over me and my cottage, while Nadia laughed manically, showing her real self.
"I will make you all pay." I struggled to say and Gitten chuckled darkly.
"That's if you survive this." He mocked, and I fought hard to smile even though it hurt.
"Oh, I will, but in a way you all shall never expect, I shall return," I told him and the grin wiped off his face before he threw the lighter on me.
As the flame consumed me, my Mark burned and I prayed as tears flowed, feeling immense pain.
I want to make them all pay, so please, please.
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"Coach, Coach." I felt someone tapping me roughly and flicked my eyelids open to find myself in an unknown field.
People in jerseys were running up and down. The sky looks so clear and bright.
How come?
Wasn't it dark and what was I doing in a school field?
"Coach Wendy, are you alright? You suddenly collapsed during the match and we were all worried." A voice said beside me and I turned sharply to see an unfamiliar girl.
She was putting on a red jersey and black jacket, her black hair wrapped in a bun as she looked at me worriedly.
I noticed I was on the ground and tried to sit up, the girl making a move to help me but as soon as she touched me, I flinched.
The girl dropped her face to the ground, playing with her fingers. She seemed hurt, but I didn't really care.
I didn't know her.
How did I get here?
Wasn't I being killed by Gitten and Nadia?
Just then it hit me.
"Coach Nadia. Was it the fight between the Whitmore brothers that made you lose consciousness?" Someone teased and I turned to see another unfamiliar face.
A guy this time. He was also a jersey, his arms folded across his chest as he grinned down at me.
He was obviously a player. He dropped his hands to pick up his helmet and I noticed almost everyone was wearing one.
"The Whitmore brothers?" I repeated and he nodded.
I furrowed my brows at him, confused.
Who the hell were they?
"He is referring to Grim and Gittens, the step-brothers." The girl beside me explained, and a shiver ran down my spine.
The same Grim and Gittens I knew?
"They are always bothering you, Coach and the team doesn't really function well because they are always fighting." The girl went on.
"But they are still our best players, right coach?" The guy nudged and I just stood there, speechless.
I tried to form words but my throat felt dry. Then I saw water on the ground beside me, picked it up, and gulped everything down.
I tossed the bottle away after I was done, trying not to breathe heavily as beads of sweat gathered on my forehead.
It couldn't be the same Grim and Gittens I knew. The one I knew were biological brothers and not step.
Just then;
"Coach, you are awake." A deep, familiar voice called, and I stifffened.
God no! Please.
Don't let it be.
I turned to see the bastard who killed me standing beside Grim, smiling down at me with some sort of adoration in his eyes, instead of the usual disdain.
I couldn't take this anymore. I needed answers.
"Okay, who am I, and who are you?" I asked and everyone exchanged looks.
Meanwhile Grim smirked and actually winked at me. My heart began to race heavily, against my chest.
"Did the fall mess with her head?" I could hear Gitten asking and felt the urge to punch him in the face so I clenched my hands into fists.
"We are hockey players and you are our Coach," Grim explained and I blinked repeatedly at him, feeling numb.
I was reborn, but into a freaking sport-dynamic.
My shoulders began to burn, and I touched them to feel the same mark that had haunted me my entire life.
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