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days over a minute (II)

pairing: abby anderson x reader

a/n: part II !! i always feel obliged to apologise for my posts being long. i’m trying so hard to not rush anything so i ask again everyone please BARE WITH ME 🙏.

warnings: talks of addiction, swearing, talks of anxiety, display of anxiety.

you were barely awake when you heard the facetime ringtone coming from your phone. ellie had made a habit of calling you at odd hours due to the time zone differences, but you didn't mind. it was about 7 am for you and about 11 am for ellie. she called you to talk about the new video that the club's media team had posted. that day was abigail's first training session with the team since she came back to the team. you vividly remember trying not to scoff when everyone clapped for her as she stepped foot on the grass.

you couldn't believe it. you couldn't believe that she had the opportunity to return to work as if she deserved a reward after violently assaulting her girlfriend.

you did try to understand her at first, you had many conversations with vladlena, who you became more comfortable with, abigail’s parents split when she was very young so she mostly had her dad around during her childhood, however they fell out when she came out to him at 16, which is when she moved to england to join waltfield’s academy. they stopped sending each other updates after the third year she moved to england, but last year, she received a handwritten by her mother, announcing that her father was diagnosed with liver cancer.

and then abigail got laid off for 3 weeks due to her poor performances on the pitch, and later that year, abigail didn’t get a national team call up for the first time in 6 years. that made her hit rock bottom. and prescription after prescription, she just spiraled. you almost humorously scoffed at the sob story.

the day abigail came back, you made sure she knew that you didn’t want anything to do with her. you almost ran to the opposite direction every time she was near you or walking in your direction, when you had to make teams for the mock match you gripped bruna’s arms so she could lead you to the other team. at the end of the session, you barely listened to your head coach’s speech. you quickly hit the showers and left the training center.

you couldn’t say anything to ellie. you respected vladlena too much to go around to tell a story that’s not yours to tell. whenever abigail got brought up in conversation you’d just frown and change the subject, just like today.

“are you doing anything tonight, it’s match day, today.” you asked ellie, expecting her to stop talking about your infamous teammate.

ellie’s brows drew together and she hummed. you chewed on the inside of your cheek as you waited for her answer.

“i don’t know. i think dina wanted to go somewhere.” she almost whispered. like she knew you’d be a little offended.

things weren’t as comfortable between you and ellie since you went pro, you didn’t want to bring it up but you felt how tense she got sometimes, maybe it was the distance, you missed her too so you didn’t dig deeper.

“oh, great”, you paused, not sure what to say. “cool. that’s really great.” you said with a quick smile. you didn’t want to argue. like at all.

“yeah”, she smiled “i have to go though, text me before your match starts so i can watch it, okay?” you nodded and ended the call. you were a bit sad about ellie acting so casual about your first match with the team but decided to not think too much about it and got ready for the day.

you did some stretching exercises and then got up to make some breakfast. while eating you checked your phone and checked the club’s groupchat. you rolled your eyes at the thread of message sent by vladlena,

lena

🎉 first day back in the league 🎉

it’s game day team! we’re finally back, let’s give our best on the pitch today.

& let’s also give abby, y/n, sofia and bruna and the warmest welcome at widow park today.

let’s go walters ! 🤍

+44 7911 7890

thanks lena. let’s give our best today guys.

abigail’s number was the only one you didn’t save. for petty reasons. you liked lena’s message and left your phone to charge on the kitchen table. you cleaned up after yourself and left the room to take a shower, got dressed and texted lewis so he could come pick you up.

when you got to the stadium, you joined the team into the locker room. you greeted everyone with a wave and went to sit in your cubby. you were changing when you saw abigail get next you. she smiled at you and sat in the empty cubby next to yours. you didn’t smile but you looked back at her, waiting for her to speak.

“hey, um. i don’t know if lena told you,” you tried to not physically reacted at the fact that she was comfortable talking about vladlena with you. you were tempted to laugh at her entire demeanor. she carried herself was completely different from the last time you saw her. she fidgeted with her hands and slowly rocked in place. like a kid that had done something wrong and came to confessed to a parent.

“there’s a pre-match interview and uh, would you. do you think, you could do the interview with me ? it’s also your first match at home and lena said it would be great if, me, i mean. i’m the leader of team and it’s also my first match in a long time so, i, uh. yeah.”

“okay.” you said in an undertone.

“okay?” she asked again.

“yeah, sure.” you replied.

“okay, great. i’ll text lena to let her know you’re on board.” she smiled

you nodded at her back and continued to change, you pulled your hoodie over your head and put it in your bag and reached for your jersey. abigail was still there next to you. you looked back at her and saw her eyes dart between your chest and your face. you looked at your chest and saw that you were only wearing a bra. she was checking you out. abigail anderson just fucking checked you out. you would’ve jim’ed the camera if you were in the fucking office but this is real life. what the fuck. you could not dream of entertaining her any further so you crossed your arms and loudly asked,

“did you need anything else?” she looked up at you with wide eyes and got up. she was suddenly so close to you, you felt attacked by the way she towered over you.

“uh, sorry. i’m sorry. no. nothing else. thank you. thank you for doing this with me.” she muttered. you turned around and put on your jersey and threw her a tight lipped smile. you sat in your cubby to put on your socks and watched her walk to her own cubby, that was almost in front of yours, you watched her start her pre-match routine, how she sometimes chimed into the general chatter of the locker room. as you watched her, you couldn't help but feel discomfort. the same mouth that was laughing with teammates, who you now cared about, was the same one that cursed at vladlena and called her degrading names. the same hands that hugged people you now called friends, were the same ones that choked your other friend for pills. it was hard to think of anything else.

as you finished getting dressed, vladlena texted both you and abigail to come to the media room to get ready for the interview.

the excitement of the upcoming match started to build within you, you almost bolted out of the locker room, not waiting for abigail. when you reached the media room, you met lena at the door. you greeted her with a big smiled that she did not reciprocate when she saw abigail walking far behind you. she mouthed ‘be nice’ and waited for abigail to start prepping the both of you for the interview. she went over the questions you could possibly get, how you should sit, where you should look. she did the same with your teammate but less details, because obviously, she was already used to all of this. vladlena then guided you both into the media room where your team’s coach, was already sat, answering questions. lena waved at the coach from the back of the room and pointed at the two of you. he nodded back and finished his answer,

“but enough of that, you now get to speak with the real geniuses, abby anderson and y/n y/ln.” the entire room clapped. you both walked to the table and sat down. lena stayed next to the table pointed at a reporter so he could ask questions.

“hello, this is katie lauren from OORTE England, question for abby anderson please. abby, well first, welcome back. we’ve already asked your coach, mr moore, about your fitness, but i want to ask you personally, how you feel at the moment, are you okay? how ready are you? are you playing today?” the reporter sat back down. abby looked at the coach and then vladlena before answering, they both nodded, so she brought the mic up and answered,

“hi! thank you for your question, katie. my answer is going to be similar to the first one you got, yes i will play and i am very eager and ready to go back on the pitch, i’ve been back in training for almost a month now and yeah.” she smiled. “i’m ready.”

vladlena smiled at abby before pointing to another reporter.

“hello, marc lyes from le jt, question for y/n.” the man said in french.

“wait.” vladlena interrupted and point her ear to you and abigail meaning that you had to wear your eardbud in order to get a translation. but you knew french.

“i can understand, go on.” you looked at the man. he smiled at you, surprised.

“you speak french, that’s great.” he said in english. you weren’t fully fluent but you could hold a simple conversation. before waltfield, a french club had shown interest in you, so you dug up some of your old high school french notebooks.

“y/n, i would love to talk about your position, in your old team, you often played as a midfielder, but today, we can see your in a different position, center back. what do you think of your new position ?” he sat back down. you looked vladlena who gave an encouraging smile and spoke,

"it is not my favorite position but helping the team is what's most important." you and the reporter both laughed at the way you struggle to find the french word for 'team'.

“but um, i am very ready to help the team and bailey, jenni, leah, carolina and jelena who play midfield are amazing players so i think we're safe." you said in french. "i also hope my accent wasn’t too strong, i probably butchered some words, i’m sorry.” you announced. the reporter sat back on his sat and the mic had been passed to another reporter so he just gave you a nod and a thumbs up.

abigail spoke to you but directly into the the mic,

“you need to tutor me.” laughs erupted in the room, you hesitantly laugh, not getting where the joke was. lena pointed at another reporter,

“hello, elisha farr from the host, question for abby, last season, there has been some tension with you and the coaching staff of the team, mr moore who is your club’s coach but also the national usa women’s team was claimed responsible for your temporary layoff, did you both hear each other out, how are things between you and the coach.” bruna and vladlena warned you about the abigail and owen moore, your coach, situation. basically he was the one who found out her drug problem. he didn’t help her, he didn’t try to, he just laid abigail off for a few games and waited for her to get over it. and then he said some things about her is the media when he was asked why she didn’t get the call up at world cup. they’ve been butting heads since then.

“things are better, i would say. owen has his own views and i have mine, there are things we could’ve handled different and yeah there were obviously a lot of things said by the media and people having opinions which is absolutely fine, we hashed things out and i am still very grateful to get to learn from one of our nation’s best.” she didn’t directly look at you, but her head was turned in a way she still kind of see you. she had that unreadable look on her face, she looked somewhat sad but also annoyed.

the room was bathed in the soft glow of white ceiling panels, casting a gentle light on abigail's head. her hair cascaded down, revealing strands that were lighter than the rest, suggesting a recent dye job. the glint of two small earrings caught your attention, a detail you had never noticed before. in your limited interactions, you had only seen her in sports attire with her hair tied up, no jewelry. as she casually brushed her hair behind her ear, your gaze shifted to the delicate, shiny gold watch adorning her left wrist.

it all came to you: the lights, the voices, the noises.

you felt out of place as the world around you turned into a blur of voices and noise.

you were in over your head. this wasn't where you belonged. You weren't ready. you didn't have enough training.

the stress of the upcoming game, the high hopes from your teammates, and suddenly being in the spotlight with this interview... the room felt suffocating.

somehow, abigail sensed that you weren't present anymore and signaled to vladlena that she needed to end the conference. abigail got up as vladlena announced that both of you had to get ready for training, and she guided you out of the room. you didn't have time to thank her; you couldn't. you rushed to the bathroom, desperately seeking relief. your mind went blank as the words rolled out of your mouth,

“monday's child is fair of face

tuesday's child is full of grace

wednesday's child is full of woe

thursday's child has far to go

friday's child is loving and giving

saturday's child works hard for his living

and the child that is born on the sabbath day

is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.” you chanted as you paced.

one step for one day, one day for one minute. it’ll pass.

you didn’t stop when someone entered the room; you just couldn’t stop.

“hey. it’s abby.” she watched you as you paced. she stayed in front of the door.

“monday's child is fair of face

tuesday's child is full of grace

wednesday's child-” she got a little bit closer to you.

“i think you’re having an anxiety attack.” she hesitantly stated.

“thursday's child has far to go

friday's child is loving and giving

saturday's child works hard for his living-”

"okay, i’m going to get in front of you," she said, taking a step forward. “and we're going to breathe together." she jumped in front of you, halting your steps, and held both of your hands. you looked into her eyes and stopped chanting.

"great, y/n, now you breathe with me," she said, inhaling in an exaggerated manner and then exhaled. you copied her. it did help a little. you focused on her and tried not to think of anything else that could trigger you back into your compulsive thoughts. you both worked on your breathing until abigail saw your frantic eyes soften,

“i’m going to let go of you, okay?” and she did. she let go of both of hands, took a step back.

“i’m so s-”

“look. i know this is probably the worst time, like ever, to say this but i know you’re never going to talk to me ever again because you fucking hate me, which i understand, cause i’ve been so fucking terrible lately, and, and, and, what i did to lena, what you had to witness, it’s not me.” you were surprised, to say the least. “she told me, yeah.” she paused.

“lena, she’s…she’s too good for me. we talked and we’re okay now. she told me about how you’ve been there for her ever since that day and uh, thank you. thank you doing what i couldn’t do.”

you didn’t know what to say. what was there to say?

“you don’t have to say anything, i’m so sorry. you just,” she ran her hand through her hair and sighed. “you just had a panic attack and i’m fucking venting. sorry.” she turned around to leave but stopped before opening the door, “we’re just going over positions and tactics one last time with owen in the locker room, if you don’t want to come out at all, i’ll cover for you, it’s okay.” she left before you could reply.

abigail's unexpected act of kindness caught you off guard. despite everything, she showed genuine concern for your well-being and even took the time to help you calm down.

you took a deep breath and reach for the door, you stepped out of the bathroom, ready to face whatever awaited you in the locker room,

when you pushed the door, every head turned to look at you but you only abigail’s. she gave you smile, you gave back a small one and sat in your cubby.

there was a white board in the middle of the room and next to was owen giving orders and going over tactics. he decided to try a new formation which consists of 4 defenders, sofia on the left and bruna on the right, and you and abigail in the center. five midfielders, bailey, jenni, leah, carolina and jelena. and one striker, celine. this formation is defensively solid and easy to understand for you and your teammates.

you were playing in a new position, in a formation you had never played in, for a new club, at a new stadium, with a new team. you felt light-headed.

after owen chanted some words of encouragement, the entire team stood up and headed out onto the field.

the whistle blew and all your anxiety disappeared. although you didn't start, you were subbed on in the 87th minute, with the score still at 0-0. celine, your team's striker, got tackled by one of the opposing team's defenders. you didn't fully understand what had happened, but you saw abigail running towards the defender to confront her, and celine on the ground in tears, holding her leg. this led to a huge fight between the two teams. abigail received a yellow card for starting the fight, and the defender who tackled celine received a red card. as a result, your team was given a penalty kick because celine was in the penalty box.

surprisingly, abigail immediately nominated you to take the kick. the team didn't argue, and you ended up taking the kick. everything happened extremely quickly. abigail positioned the ball. you took a few steps back, sprinted towards the ball, and kicked it right into the back of the net.

you just scored your first professional goal. the crowd erupted into cheers as the ball sailed past the goalkeeper and into the back of the net.

as your teammates surrounded you, jumping and shouting in celebration, you couldn't help but feel proud. as you made your way back to your position on the field, a wave of confidence washed over you. you felt strong and ready. when the final whistle blew, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. it was a small win but it was still your first win. after shaking hands with some players from the opposing teams, you returned to the locker room with your team. as soon as you could, you hurriedly reached for your phone to call ellie and share how the game went. the phone rang twice and went to voicemail. your heart slightly sank, but you weren't too disappointed. you tried to rationalize, thinking that maybe she was busy. after all, she did tell you she planned on going out with dina. you put your phone back into your gym bag and joined your team in the their little win celebration.

once the team had settled down, you all cleaned up and said your goodbyes. when you stepped out of the stadium, you encountered lewis, who had come to watch the match. he proposed to give you a ride back home. while in the car, you caught up with one another, he told you about his daughters, they came with him to watch the game, but since he knew that you didn't have any means to go back home, he preferred leaving them with their mom and taking you home. he also congratulated you on your winning goal. you and lewis got over the awkwardness of the first meeting really quick and got comfortable with one another just as quick. it’s been almost a month since you’ve been in england and he has been nothing but a friend to you. he even helped look for and move into your new apartment. on weekends you didn’t train, he’d make sure you weren’t too lonely and such. when you arrived near your apartment building. lewis dropped you off, and you decided to pick up some food from a nearby restaurant. not knowing the area too well, you ordered what sounded best to you and paid for the food. as you walked back to your apartment with the food in hand, you couldn't help but reflect on the events of the day. from the anxiety attack in the bathroom to scoring your first professional goal, it had been a rollercoaster of emotions. as you exited the elevator, you noticed a figure standing in front of your apartment door, you got closer, you recognized the loose dark locks, she turned around and a smile instantly lit up her face when she saw you,

“dina, what are you doing here?” you asked as you approached your apartment door. she pressed her lips together and put on a more serious look.

“can we talk inside?” you simply nodded and unlocked the door, she followed you as you guided her into your apartment. you set the food on your open kitchen’s table and sat with her on the sofa. you looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

“me and ellie are done.”

thanks to everyone who interacted on my first post im soooo grateful <3333

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heartcomms · 9 months

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days over a minute

pairing: abby anderson x reader

a/n: this is my very first time writing anything I post so please keep that in mind <3 also if this is similar to anything i apologise, i admit i’ve been inspired by multiple works on here so.. i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: swearing, allusions of drug addiction, violence, abby is really terrible but it gets better i promise

wc: 3k

as the car got closer to your new home stadium, your felt air get stuck in your throat. you knew your social media team kept a smaill camera focused on you to capture small candid moments to share with fans of the club, so you tried your best to remain calm.

as if he could tell how nervous you were getting, your new manager’s voice interrupted your inner chatter. still trying to get used to the accent, your eyes followed to where the older man was pointing and listened carefully,

“this is the hotel where you’ll be staying for today, i’ll have my assistant carry your luggages there while you visit the stadium.” he casually said. he might’ve noticed the way your brows faintly knitted at the mention of your luggages.

you did feel a bit uncomfortable with the idea of people pampering you, people scrambling to meet your needs and expectations. you still haven’t coped with the fact that you had, or were about to sign a multiple million dollars contract to run behind a ball.

you looked back at your manager and nodded you head with a small smile to ease the tension that was building up in the car. he just looked back at you sternly and whispered word as he turned his head back to the window.

well. what a start.

you also focused back on the road. as the car pulled into a small tunnel, you caught glimpse of your reflection in the car window. corners of your mouth rise a bit as you watch your golden pendant shine, your hand found its way around it, something you did often to calm yourself.

faster than you realized, the driver had parked into the training academy’s parking lot. you let the older man with you in the car come out first and quickly followed his steps. as you got out of the car, you were greeted by another group of people, three men and a woman that introduced herself to quickly as she guided you and your team into the building.

while she tried to engage into small chatter to fill the blanks, aware of the interaction being filmed. you were again introduced to more and more people as you walked around the spacious building, finally the conversations and introductions stopped you reach your new team’s head coach office.

as you shook the man’s hand, it all suddenly became real. this was it - you were a professional soccer player now.

you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, and took in your surroundings, the background chatter all blurred. this was it - you were a professional soccer player now. the excitement was building up inside you, but so was the pressure, you knew that all eyes would be on you, both on and off the field, you couldn't help but feel a wave of doubt wash over you.

did you deserve to be here?

could you live up to the expectations of your new team and fans?

you pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the present moment. you were here, and you were ready to give it your all. the journey wouldn't be easy, but you were determined to make the most of this opportunity.

the day went by faster than you would realize. you had to sign a couple more contracts, get to know the grounds where you will play and train, do interviews, and photoshoots.

it was bit later in the afternoon, you did went back to hotel to get ready for your first outing in london, with your new teammates. to say you were nervous was an understatement. you wouldn’t describe yourself as introverted but you did feel a bit anxious about meeting your new teammates, like anyone else would.

what if they didn’t like you ? tons of what ifs scenarios filled your thoughts before you took a breath as you stood in front of your bathroom’s mirror, trying to calm you nerves. you took last good look at yourself and texted lewis, your new manager, that you were ready. you carefully chose an outfit that was simple yet fitting with the help of two friends back in your hometown via facetime. you opted for a black, oversized blouse paired with matching black jeans. anticipating a lot of walking, you wore a pair of black loafers and added tiny pieces of jewelry to polish off your outfit.

you went to check your phone after hearing the device ring, it was lewis telling you he was waiting for you outside the hotel so you quickly grabbed your bag and went to meet the older man outside the hotel.

the drive was less tense than it was this morning, you did get to know lewis a little more, he was born and raised in north london so he knew the city very well, he insisted on giving you a tour in a few days. he had 2 daughters who loved football as much as he did and a little dog called elon, after elon musk, which made you frown a bit because why on earth would you name anything after that man?

when you pulled to the restaurant, you felt your heart bit a little faster than earlier and your hands getting a bit more clammy. you took a deep breath and followed lewis who was already out of the car waiting for you. as he locked the car, he smiled at you with a reassuring look,

“it’s going to be okay, be yourself, i’m sure they’ll like you alright.” he affirmed before you both walked into the restaurant. he showed you the way to the table where your teammates sat as you reached the table, you felt yourself stumbled on your feet and stepped back a bit. you didn’t expect to meet 22 people at once, wow. you did know you were meeting a whole team but the sight of all 22 women did shake you up a bit.

“hi, are you the new girl ?” your head turned in the direction of the woman who spoke to you, looking at her, you felt like you were seventeen again. you were taken back by how gorgeous the woman was. the restaurant’s dim lighting made her tanned skin beam, she had a mole above her plump red lips and one on her left cheek. her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, so light they were almost grey and she had brown hair that was highlighted by some dark blonde streaks. she had on a black strapless top, a black mini skirt and a pair of black heels. she had a soft smile on her lips and held eye contact with you as you stuttered an answer.

“uh. yes. i’m y/n.” you tried your best to reciprocate the smile she had on.

“i like your name. i’m vladlena, but everyone calls me lena. come, i’ll introduce you to the girls.” you noticed a small accent, you couldn’t quite locate it but it did sound east european, maybe russian. vladlena took you by the arm and led you closer to the table.

“guys, y/n is here!” she cheered.

you smiled and whispered an ‘hi’ to the women at the table. vladlena, still holding your arm, patted the chair next to the one she was going to sit on, signalling you to sit on it. you both sat and the conversation started again.

“is everyone here, i don’t see andy?” vladlena asked as she looked around the table.

“yeah, she said in the group chat, she’ll be late. some issues with her dad.” a woman that looked like she was your age answered. she also had an accent but she sounded local, british. “oh, i’m leah, by the way, so nice to meet you.” she was a bit far from you, so she just smiled at you. you nodded, smiling back to her.

“speaking of group chat, i’ll add you. you have a english phone number, right?” vladlena asked you as she pulled her phone out of her small bag.

you also pulled out your phone and start reciting the digits.

Waltfield Girls ⚽️

+44 7911 123456 added you

“guys, andy’s here.” a voice far from you announced.

you looked up from your phone to look at the person that was coming in.

oh my god.

you almost dropped your phone when you saw who was coming up to the table. you’d heard your new teammates refer to her as ‘andy’ but you didn’t make the connection. Abigail Anderson. you felt your ears get hot and your palms get clammy as she got closer and closer. you idolised her. you were only a couple of years apart but her talent put years between the two of you two. she was a national hero at only 24 years old, being a well decorated player both with her and the football clubs she played in, her impact in women’s sport was also quite undeniable. you were just in awe. you knew you were going to meet her, you dreaded this part of the day, in fear of embarrassing yourself in front of oh so great anderson.

“hi everyone, sorry i’m so late, had to drop my dad off at airport.” she stated with an apologetic tone and a small smile.

“andy! don’t apologise kotik, it’s okay.” she threw her phone on the table as she stood to up to go hug abigail. abigail hugged her back and quickly kissed vladlena on the forehead and sat at the head of table. vladlena sat on abigail’s lap and got the conversation going again.

abigail’s legs were spread apart leaving just enough space for vladlena’s legs to cross, her tiny skirt riding up. abigail’s left arm rested around vladlena’s slender waist and vladlena’s right arm sat around abigail’s neck. they looked like the jock and cheerleader couple from every single cheesy movie you’ve seen before. you looked away from the pair and glanced around the table. abigail had everyone in this sort of trance. from the moment she sat down, the conversation only revolved around her. even when she didn’t speak, the conversation would somehow comeback to her. you enjoyed listening to everyone talk about their vacations, their world cup anecdotes and latests gossip.

you eventually got to talk to almost everyone on the team during the dinner, you got numbers here and there and warmed up a bit more to the team, as you talked with everyone, you found out that two girls of the team were staying in the same hotel as you, sofia and bruna, the pair played in the brazil national team and just came back from the world cup. they both transferred from their academy a few months ago and still haven’t found a place to permanently reside in. they were kind enough to ask you to join them on their house hunting journey and you gladly accepted.

“guys, let’s take a picture for insta!” vladlena said as she got up to pick up her phone next to your chair.

everyone scurried around abigail to pose for the picture.

“lena, wait. let’s put y/n in the middle, since she’s new.” abigail said while standing up from her chair to let you sit in it.

you felt the hair on your body stand when you heard her say your name. you hesitatingly sat in her chair, thanking her with a shy smile. you sat down on the chair and leaned into it. you flinched a little when you felt hot hands in your shoulders, you tried your hardest to keep the teenage girl squeal that almost came out when you looked up and met abigail’s glance. you quickly looked back at the camera and posed for the picture.

“in the box, ladies !” vladlena chirped.

everyone went back to their seats, and got back to their little chats. you also took time to get to know more of your teammates, then came the time to eat. you’d all decided that you’d all leave before 10pm because you all had practice to tomorrow. sofia and bruna had asked to go back to the hotel you three stayed with them and you had agreed cause why not.

tracy, who sat on the opposite side of you, left first, the entire team huffed when she argued that she missed her daughter.

“she always does this when we go out.” bruna whispered next to me.

after quite sometime more girls started leaving. you also felt time fall on your shoulders and got more and more stale. you tried to keep up with the small conversations around you but failed to register anything. you glanced around the table and noticed that you, bruna, sofia and two other girls that names you forgot were the only ones left at the table. you mentally patted yourself on the back for actually staying that long.

“y/n. we have to go out for a smoke, do you want to come with us ?” you hear bruna say, taking you out of your inner rambling.

“yeah sure, i’ll just go to the bathroom first.” you announced before getting up to look for the bathroom. you almost whistled when you pushed the door of the bathroom. everything was impeccable.

you quickly jumped inside a random stall and you eased yourself. as you stood up to get out of the cabinet, you hear the bathroom door slam and flinched at the person who just entered the bathroom’s voice.

“stop fucking following me, lena, i’m gonna get violent.” the woman said.

you hear heels clanking on the bathroom tiles.

“abby, this isn’t you. look at me babe. you’re not you right now, okay?” you recognised vladlena’s accent.

you sat back on the toilet with your feet up, not wanting to make yourself known. you almost laugh at how nosy you were being.

“where did you put them, you fucking bitch. i fucking told you. i- oh my god,” heavy breaths and heavy steps resonated in the large bathroom.

you flinched again when you heard a thump against the door next to the stall you were in.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, baby, i’m so-,” her heels clanked against, you guessed she was getting closer, to who you assumes was abigail.

“shut the fuck up, you bitch,” she grunted, you tried not to gasp when you heard the slapping noises.

you hear vladlena gasp.

“abby. abby, please. please stop. you’re choking me.” she struggled to let out. abigail was choking her.

you had to get out there. you had to help her.

“where. are. the. fucking. pills. you stupid fucking bitch,” abby grunted again, you could hear vladlena let out small whimpers. you were just stuck, you couldn’t move. your own breath hitched and you felt your entire body got cold. your arms were stuck together around your legs. you just couldn’t believe what you were hearing. vladlena’s gasps got louder, you just shut your eyes, praying she would stop.

“you, you need help, abby,” she whimpered, “i am helping you, kotik.” abby let out a breathy laugh.

“you think you’re helping me, you cunt?,” she spat, ”these pills were prescribed to me, you fucking idiot, they help me more than you ever will, bitch.” she hit vladlena and the poor girl moaned.

“abby. abby, please, please stop. you’re going to kill me.” she gasped again. you knew you had to do something but you just couldn’t move. you knew for a fact that you couldn’t take abigail out in a fight, she was massive, compared to you. you couldn’t come up with anything, your whole mind was blank. you were scared.

you heard struggle noises, vladlena tried to fight abigail back but failed, she gasped again.

“fine, fine, i’ll tell you.”

her heels clanked again and she inhaled again.

“i’m sorry abby. i, i was just trying to, to help you-“, she sniffed.

“do you want to get hit again, you whore?” abby spat. “where are they?”

“no, no!”, vladlena whispered. “i hid them at my place, okay, you take me there and i’ll give them back.”

heavy steps resonated again in the bathroom.

“you try anything funny, i’ll fucking kill you, lena, i’m not fucking joking. let’s go.” she hissed.

heels clanked again.

“wait, babe, i have to clean up. they can’t know.” her voice was low, your heart broke even more.

“10 minutes. i’ll wait for you in my car.” heavy steals resonated again, as well the sound of the door opening and closing behind her.

abigail is deranged. you felt sick.

you heard vladlena sniff again and you before you even registered what you doing, you were out of the stall. vladlena was already looking at you through the mirror. you couldn’t help your heart from breaking into more pieces when you saw the state she was in. her hair was now out of her tight ponytail and disheveled, her red lipstick was smeared and her black mascara and eyeliner had stained her cheeks. her eyes were red and glossy. she had red marks all over her throat.

“did you hear everything?” she didn’t turn around to face you, still looking at you through the mirror. your mouth felt dry, it just fell open but you couldn’t say a word. you just slowly nodded.

she sighed and took tissue out of the dispenser in front of her and made a pile. she pulled a hair tie out of her small bag and tied her hair. she dried her cheeks with one of the tissues for her small pile. you just looked at her. you felt like maybe keeping her company was helping in someway. so you just stood there,

she felt your eyes on her and spoke,

“i’m okay, you know.” she looked back at your reflection, “she needs help. she.. abby, she’s going through something right so. it’s okay. we’re okay.” she gave you a small smile. you tried to give her one back.

“we’re gonna go back home, she’ll have a xanax...or two, we’ll have some makeup sex and she’ll be good as new.” this poor girl. you watched as she pulled out a small concealer container and applied some on her face and on her throat. she winced a little when she tried to blend the concealer on her neck. she applied some mascara and let her hair fall on her shoulders again.

“how do i look?” she said with a smile on her face. this time she turned and looked at you. you couldn’t look at her in the eyes. you fell eye to eye with the poorly covered marks in her neck. you felt like crying.

“hey! eyes up here young woman!” she chuckled. how was she doing all of this. you assumed she was in a denial state about what happened to her. you felt sorry and scared for her. what if it happened again? what if this time abigail didn’t stop?

you worked up the courage to look at her in the eyes. she looked so bright yet so sad.

“y-you look great.” what a fucking loser, you were.

“great!” she turned around and put her things back in her small bag and turned around again,

“hey. i’m okay. yeah?” you nodded, “if anyone asks, and i mean anyone, asks, you say that you caught us having sex in the toilet, okay?” you nodded again. “great! you have my number, right? you call if you need anything, i mean, anything.” before i could react, she wrapped her arms around your body and kissed your cheek,

“you have a goodnight, love. thank you for staying with me.” and with that she left.

you let out air that you didn’t even know you were holding.

what the fuck.

you looked at your reflection and worked up the courage to go back to the girls waiting for you outside. you went back to the table and saw that everyone was gone. you looked around the chairs, looking for your phone and your handbag but failed to find them. exactly what you needed to end the weirdest day of your life.

you hesitated between just sitting back in defeat on a chair and waiting the police to take you out or going to look outside if bruna and sofia were still outside the restaurant. you chose the latest option. you stepped out of the restaurant and luckily, you found bruna, waiting for you with your handbag in her arms. you sighed in relief.

“what took you so long, friend” she said handing you your bag.

“if i tell you won’t believe it.” you plainly stated. she just shrugged and asked if you’d care for a ride back to your hotel. you jumped in the car with her, you didn’t have it in you to deny yourself a free ride. the ride back wasn’t that long, bruna insisted on walking you to your room despite the fact that the both of you had rooms on 2 different floors.

you got into your room and took a quick shower, got into comfy clothes and immediately fell asleep.

***

the next morning, you surprisingly woke one hour before your alarm. after tossing and turning in your bed, you decided to start your day. you check your phone before getting up. 8 am. you scrolled through all the notifications you’ve gotten while you were asleep. you frowned a bit you saw how many you’ve gotten. you check your hometown friends’ groupchat, the conversation was still on going so you scrolled up to see what was going on.

ellie🤍 i got so scared when i got the twitter notif i thought y/n got injured. i was abt to cry. turns out it’s WORSE. MY HERO ABBY💔.

dina💕 ???

ellie🤍 abby injury 💔 she probably won’t play until the next international break

you frowned even harder. what? when did she get injured? mind still foggy, you tapped a quick reply.

you wait ellie where did you hear about this ?

ellie🤍 oh look!!! it’s a professional football player 😨 you’re so busy you don’t even know what’s going with your teammates. wow.

you i’m serious ellie

ellie🤍 wait you fr didn’t know? here’s the link https://twitter.com/waltfieldfc/status/1700793208819622151?s=46

you clicked on the link and read the entire statement.

Waltfield FC @waltfieldfc

We can confirm that Abigail Anderson suffered a ruptured anterior cruciate ligament on Wednesday night.

Abigail will now begin a period of rehabilitation and is set for an extended spell on the sidelines. She will undergo surgery in due course.

Everyone at Waltfield will be supporting Abigail closely throughout the journey ahead and we would ask that her privacy is respected at this time.

We're all right behind you, @abby19anderson ❤️

“that’s bullshit”, you yelled to yourself still lying in bed. an acl injury is any footballer’s nightmare. how could they just lie like that. some players never come back from that. how could they?

you copied the link, and sent it to the number you saved as ‘lena’ yesterday.

you is this serious [link attached]

FINALLY! ahhhh hope this wasn’t too long… PLEASE GUYS BARE WITH ME this is my first time writing bare with me okay!!!!

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