The Dark Side
After getting out of the hospital on Friday, I spent most of the day at Troy's apartment. I wasn't feeling that great, so I slept most of the time - which ended up making me see those visions again.
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"I can't believe this! Get the fuck out right now..."
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"This just came in moments ago. There has been a shooting on the campus of the University of Buffalo..."
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I woke up to my cell saying I had a voicemail.
"Be here at 7:30. No questions asked."
I knew I'd have to face Rodney sooner or later. Then I looked to the side to see the clock read...
"7:20!? Fuck, I got to go!"
I started running to the door, putting on a Syracuse football shirt as I made my way to my car. Exceeding the speed limit but luckily not seeing any cops, I made it to Rodney's headquarters at...
"You're late. It's 7:35."
Great, nice going Ethan.
"Sorry, it won't happen..."
"Shut up and just sit."
I could sense a lot of anger in Rodney's voice. I know I got one strike from the West Virginia debacle, but he had a heart to cut me some slack against Akron...especially since I was suspended for that game, right?
"How the fuck are you getting suspended!? You know how much money I lose because of that!?"
"Rodney, I can explain..."
Suddenly, he pulled out .45 automatic and put it at my temple. I knew to shut up then.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"
I gulped and glanced up at him with a frightened look.
"First of all, I needed one touchdown. Just one! And with the game on the line, we could have made out like bandits...but no! You had to go blow the fucking game!"
If he wasn't holding a gun to my head, I'd probably turn around and beat his ass right now, but I was more scared than pissed.
"And then what do you do after that? You almost fucking die! You're lucky I don't just kill you now!"
By then, I was saying silent prayers to the heavens above.
"But I won't, I can't have the feds on my ass."
Whew, that takes the monkey off my back.
"But if you do fuck up one more time in the season, consider your life in jeopardy."
And a bigger monkey just jumped on, great.
"By the way, I saw that you're suspended for the Akron. I don't give any sympthany points either, so that'll be strike two."
I better hire a bodyguard.
"But I will be nice. You play Cincinnati after Akron, right?"
I opened my mouth, but remembered what he said about talking. So I just nodded yes.
"Okay. I'll give you a five for 60 goal for that game. Not anything special, just want to see if you can get back on top of thing. Capiche?"
Again I just nodded my head.
"Good. Now get the hell out of here before I put you back in that hospital."
I grabbed my stuff and hurried out the door as he was laughing behind me. Looks like I've started to see the dark side of the buisness...