Todos os capítulos de The Goalie's Tutor: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Jason's POVI was aware of my friends and teammates downstairs. Mum said that Aiden planned a welcome home party. But what was a party without booze? Or music. It felt like a half-assed attempt to cheer me up, but I wasn't in the mood for any of it.I just said hi to a lot of them, listened to them tell me to get better soon, and I went upstairs to my room.What I hadn't expected was seeing Aria walk in a few minutes later, looking all shy and pretty. She was wearing a flower-patterned dress.When she entered, for a second, I honestly thought I was dreaming. That she wasn't really standing there... But when she said "Hey," I couldn't even trust myself to say a word."Hey yourself," I managed. She smiled, barely, and she stepped closer, until she was standing right in front of me."Jason..." she started softly.Right there, I let everything in. The goddamn pain, all the guilt, all the words I'd said to her. Everything. And I couldn't even bear to look at her."I'm sorry," I said quic

Aria's POVThe doctor hesitated. "Are you... Sure about that?"Emily didn't blink once. She'd already made up her mind. "Yes. I'll do whatever makes my son happy."Gosh! Did I say how much I admired the way her voice wasn't shaking this time? The way it didn't waver? It was the first thing in the last ten minutes that sounded so... solid?The doctor's eyes swept around the room, scanning everyone's face, clearly expecting someone...anyone... to object.And I did wait too. But they were all silent. Not one of them uttered a sound. No one said anything. Not one word. And when the silence stretched too long, my body finally exhaled... You know? Like I'd been holding my breath underwater?The doctor nodded once and motioned toward the hallway. "Alright. Follow me."We started walking, Dary and I. At first, her arm brushed my arm lightly, but then I slowed down, trailing half a step behind her. I was so ready and relieved to see my boyfriend, to see Jason, to confirm with my own eyes tha

Aria's POVThe smell of dust and something metallic... was it old engine oil or the coppery scent of my own blood?... pulled me toward a shallow, miserable consciousness.My head throbbed. The world behind my eyelids wasn't blackness anymore, but a nauseating, swirling grey. I tried to move my fingers, but they felt heavy, taped down by sleep and pain. Yeah, it had to be pain. I heard the sound of the engine, the crunch of tyres on a gravelly road. Great. We were still moving.I forced my eyes open.We weren't on a highway anymore. The road was narrow, flanked by fields and scrubland. Liam was beside me, his profile dark against the dim light, his hands steady on the wheel. He hadn't bothered to look at me.I tried to speak. My throat was dry, and the sound that came out was a pathetic, choked cough.Liam's head finally turned. His smile was gone. His expression now was cold, and utterly devoid of the warmth he'd always shown me."Oh, good. You're up." His voice was flat. "Don't bo

Aria's POV We ended up at a generic, slightly upscale chain hotel about two hours from the gas station. After a quick, silent stop where Emily bought me new clothes... soft sweatpants, an oversized hoodie, and a pile of thick socks... she insisted on personally supervising my shower. The hot water felt like a physical cleanse, washing away the dirt, the cold, and some of the fear. I scrubbed my skin until it was pink, and Emily helped me gingerly clean the cut on my temple, applying a proper bandage she'd snagged from the hotel's first-aid kit. When I finally emerged, wrapped in the huge hoodie and fresh clothes that Emily got for me, I felt human, but my insides were still churning. I knew it would probably take a whole long while before I would be my sane self again. Lily was sprawled on one of the beds, scrolling through her phone. Emily was setting up a little makeshift snack station on the coffee table... crackers, pineapple juice, and a bowl of thick soup from room

Aria's POVWhen Emily returned to the main living area few hours after her call, I and Lily were deep into our massive breakfast."Emily, you have to try this bacon," Lily mumbled around a mouthful of food. "It's like, impossibly crisp."I managed a small smile as I worked my way through my plate of scrambled eggs. I could feel my eyes getting clearer, however, only a shadow of worry still remained."So," I said, pausing with my fork halfway to my mouth. "What's the plan? Did you tell Jason's dad about me being missing? Does he think Liam still has me?"Emily sat down, pouring herself a fresh cup of coffee. "For now, yes. Grant knows you're gone, but he thinks Liam is incommunicado and holding you until the Dary deal is finalized. He's panicking about the company, not about you. He assumes you're terrified but alive. That's our advantage.""So, we can't show up at the hospital," I concluded."Not until we have Grant's hands tied," Emily confirmed. "Right now, we are in deep cover. We