Offside Love

Chapter 1 “I'm done with you!” He barked out right after I tried sorting the mess between us. Every word he spewed before literally made me feel like a rag, but I still held on. I blinked multiple times, putting out my hands to hold him. “Are you just going to end this like it meant nothing to you?” I asked subtly, taking control of all the emotions that boiled inside me. Daniel moved away from me, pushing my hands to myself. “Amy, you never meant something, and that alone was always going to be the problem,” he uttered anguishly. “Dan… Daniel?” I whimpered as I struggled to call him, but he zoomed off in seconds. I stood like an empty basket in the middle of the pitch with nothing to give out. Daniel broke up with me just before the cheer-leading competition. I was broken into tiny unrecognizable pieces, and I was already doubting myself. He was my boyfriend and I wondered how I could stoop so low to make such a mistake; letting my feelings overcrowd the truth. He knew how much the cheer-leading competition meant to me, but I was ignorant. He placed no value on me. I was lost in the echoes of the claps, jumps and cheers that came from the other team. It sounded like radio waves as I pondered on how I was going to shoot the best I had left in me to win. The winner was going to be the captain of the school's cheer-leading and that was what I've always dreamed of. With tears in my eyes, I clapped and chorused away my pain. It was so livid in my voice and one could tell I was not fit. I put myself on timeout in the hope it was a joke, for not giving up and for waiting to get a gap to get out alive. “Congratulations, Samantha! You are the captain!” The announcement broke my heart into my empty stomach. I turned quickly with a face of numbness and mixed feelings. I didn't have the right feeling after losing to Samantha, but I was ready to cheer her on. “Don't start that! We don't need such roles in this team,” she looked up at me from my toes, “You should think of better aspirations than being the captain.” “Congratulations.” I replied gracefully. At that point, my best memories with Daniel ran through my head. I would always go with him for his football practice, give him the best ideas, and encourage him ahead of every match he was preparing for. I was searching for the potholes I had and everything led to my background. I was just a scholar who did everything in my power to keep it because of my lowly background. “You know deep down you mean nothing, you just said, you like your words,” Samantha icily growled, but only goosebumps could raid my skin. I had no words. I was mocked and belittled right in front of everyone. When I lifted my head, it was him. I gave a wild smile that made my horrible feeling fade away. He walked towards me like he was going to tell me he was joking. “Daniel, she is doing it again,” I muttered quietly, but in a split of seconds, Daniel passed like there was no one close. When I lifted my head to see better, he was giving Samantha a unique handshake. They stood some meters from me, so I just had to act like nothing was wrong. “Hey, you!” Daniel sneered as his voice sent vibrations down my spine. “ It wouldn't be bad if you continued messing up with your life. I need to watch!" I regretted all my actions that day and everything fell like broken bricks. Iran quickly into the washroom to let everything out; it was getting harder to breathe as each second passed. “Amy!” I shook violently in tears as I called out my name. I was trying so hard to put myself together, but it felt like it was over for me. Samantha was always waiting for the perfect moment to rip us apart. For some unclear reasons, she disliked me. She was among the prettiest girls in school, and she was a plus for joining the sports team. I had no words. She had everything any guy in college would want; face card, body, and family prestige. I got up wearily, and I looked at myself in the mirror, “And there's you… What do you have?” And there and then, even some minutes later, I had no answers to them. I grabbed my bags with my wretched fate, ignoring all the eyes that darted at me when I moved out of the washroom with swollen eyes and runny nose from crying. I took a deep breath before opening the door, and I was dashed with the least scenes I expected. “You are doing everything in your power, but we can't see results. You are not listening to me!” My father fumed angrily. The pearls of sweat rolled from his forehead down to the floor. He was probably aggravated by something my mother uttered. It was mostly the basis of their argument, but today was the worst day because so much had already happened in school. “You have no self-control, and you know that is essential for a man,” my mother retorted immediately, making a jest of him. My parents were falling apart as each day passed because of their endless arguments and misunderstandings. I mostly ignore them and move into my room, because it could get better in the morning. “You shouldn't talk to me like that!” My father grabbed a bottle and broke it. Everything heightened and I started hollering within me. I stood at the door and I stared at his hands with the broken bottle moving towards my mother's head. “Father! I dare you to stop!” My heart jingled, and I became daring for the first time in my life with my short-tempered father. All their attention was suddenly on me, and I stood with my hands up with open palms. Tears hovered my sight as I dared my father to stop.