Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love, Hate and Hockey Skates: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Sorry for the short chapter! I am still recovering at home and doing my best to get as much writing done to catch up on the days I've missed :)~*~Ace went back inside and started hammering back drinks like his life depended on it. At the very least, his sanity did. As much as I wanted to stop him, I knew he was holding on by a thin thread after that conversation and right now he needed a distraction.I made sure to stay one step behind him in case anything happened, but by the end of the night, he looked exhausted and ready for bed. It was difficult to pull him away from the guys, but he was about to go overboard and possibly give himself alcohol poisoning.“Come on, Ace. You need to get to bed.” I struggled to haul him up the stairs as he went floppy dead weight on me.“Hey, pretty girl. You’re so pretty, where did you come from?” he slurred.I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Oh man, you’re wasted.”“Yeah, I am. Sorry, pretty girl, but I can’t sleep with you. I have my own pretty girl

Ace Huxley I had been entertaining Amber all night, but nothing felt different or off and I was on my second beer from her random case. I knew Isla and the guys were hanging around to make sure I was alright, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.I was waiting for Isla so we could start our big fight, but every time I scanned the room I couldn’t find her and wondered if this was where my bad feeling was coming from.“Why are you so distracted tonight?” Amber asked and pulled my face in her direction.“I’m looking for my girlfriend,” I grumbled.She scoffed. “Why are you even with her? She’s clearly sleeping around.”“What the fuck did you just say? This is Isla we’re talking about, she’s nothing like you.”Amber sneered but I walked away before she could say anything more. Something didn’t feel right, I knew there was something wrong. I wandered around the party, but Isla was nowhere to be seen. My heart started beating faster in my chest the longer I could

I said my goodbyes to Ace in the hospital, as hard as it was to part with him. My father was lurking outside my hospital door the minute I was discharged, there was no escaping this. If I disobeyed him and went with Ace, he would surely send guys after him and in his current condition, there was no way he could fend them off.He would be killed. That blood would be on my hands.I couldn’t live with myself if that happened. I’d rather go back to the life I’ve lived than drag him down with me. I was grown now; I could handle it and escape the first moment I got. Maybe now someone would believe me, but that was wishful thinking.“You ready to go?” my father asked.“I need to grab my things from the house first.”He shook his head. “I’m not giving you the chance to escape.”“You can wait outside; I just need to grab my clothes and personal belongings.”He grumbled but finally agreed and drove me back to the frat house. I was trying to think of ways to get myself out of this, but for right

3 months later… It had been a slow process, but after a few months, I had most of my functionality back in my body. I could move more than a few steps before my legs collapsed and they no longer shook after running on the treadmill. My arms were stronger and the last of my bandages came off today. During the time I spent in the recovery ward, I met another girl around my age who suffered from the same thing as I did, total amnesia. She couldn’t even remember the accident she was in and was unable to speak her own name before two weeks of recovery. Her name is Sarah and she had been a rock the entire time I was here. I had felt so alone the first week I was there, unable to remember who I was or where I came from, the only detail I had was my only living family member tried to kill me, and I almost succeeded. He was now in jail, and I was left completely on my own, with nothing to me but my name and the clothes I arrived with. They were so f

I stared at the text message for what felt like hours in the dark of my room, the only illumination from my phone. I read the message over and over again, the number now unknown but one name kept pushing at the forefront of my mind.Ace Huxley. I couldn’t be sure it was him, something in the back of my head screamed for me to call the number, but my fingers shook and hesitated over the screen.Before I had the chance to decide, my phone lit up once more with a phone call this time. It wasn’t the same number as the text message, which prompted me to answer it.“Hello?”“Isla, it’s me, Sylvia! Are you still at the hospital? I brought some goodies for you to eat.”I bit my lip and contemplated seeing her to ask about my bag, but I had no proof it was her and if she denied it, I would just look suspicious for no reason. I don’t know this girl, or remember her at least, and until I do my gut tells me not to trust her so easily.“I’m at home right now, I’ve been put on bed rest for a coupl