Postby Scottstud94 » Thu Mar 10, 2011 6:30 pm
I hung like that, sweaty, defeated, angered for hours it seemed. As players entered I screamed into my foam ball gag that silenced me. So close to my friends and teamates and so called "brother" that betrayed me. I swung attempting to kick the metal door with my bound socked feet, but I couldn't even hit the cement walls surround my cell on all sides.
Soon I heard the coach and his pre-game speech. I couldn't scream anymore, my throat had dried up, swollen shut from the foam ball restricting my airway. My arms slowly becoming numb from the pressure of hanging my 100 pound body. It was hopeless... Or was it?
"Looks like were one player short today boys.. AJ told me our Freshman conference player of the year, has the flu and can't even move or talk."
I laughed to myself at this sick irony, and the team could be heard leaving for the biggest game of their lives... Without me. I heard the closet door open and had hope.... Maybe it was...
"Alright gonna lay you on the ground then lock you back up." Shoot, AJ. At least he had the heart to keep my arms from losing circulation. I was taken down to the ground, and quickly hogtied with athletic tape, and heard an "AJ LETS GO!" From coach,
"Shame you can't watch this," AJ said and the door shut behind me.... And they DIDNT LOCK!
I had my chance to escape, unfortunately my hands were cuffed and I was still blindfolded with my arms and legs hogtied. After 20 minutes of struggle I had nearly given up... When I heard a fumbling with the doorknob.
"Alright Im sure there's some towels in he... Why are the keys here?" An unrecognizable voice said.
"Wait WHAT THE!" I heard, "Kid are you alr... Jacob??" "How did this happen?" I was asked as the tape was removed from my eyes... After adjusting to the light I realized it was Jeff, my next door neighbor. We were decent friends but all I cared about was getting on the field. He removed the ball from my mouth.
"Ahh look get me out of this, I have a championship to win, Ill explain later." I got out.
"Alright but who did this?" He asked unlocking my cuffs with a key my brother left in the doorknob.
"AJ, but please don't say anything," I said untying my feet.
"Ohh.. I see, well good luck I guess." he said.
"Thanks," I said pulling up my socks, then putting on my cleats.
I ran outside, and saw the scoreboard, we were down 1-0 to Ivy Hills, 10 minutes left.
I got onto the field, and ran to coach surreally. This was my moment, my dream.
"WHAT!" My "Dad" yelled from the stands.
"Hes better!" My mom ignorantly yelled from next to him... Ignoring Dad.
The crowd went up in cheers as I approached the bench, and I looked at AJ who looked backed stunned.
Behind me I heard our overzealous Sophomore announcing Justin "The Voice", "And what is AJ doing! He just let's the opponent go past him with the ball free shot for Ivy Hills player Sorenson, GOALLL!" In his British voice he had to use when calling soccer games... This is Kentucky not London.
"Well thank god your here Jacob... And what in blazes happened to your wrists?!" I looked down to see my wrists cut and bruised.. "Never mind, just get out and play before your brother dooms us."
AJ was furious and dumbfound, he was too shocked and scared of what I could do. Soon the score was 2-2 after I gave two assists.
20 seconds left and the ball went to me. I ran, kicking as fast as I could avoiding defenders, I had a path to the goal when all of a sudden, a red angry AJ appeared next to me.
"My time!" He went for the steal but this time I hurdled it landed with my cleat planted into his leg when he went down, with a 360 I kicked it. Goal! The fans, the players charged the field, we had won! I actually forgotten what AJ had done. I heard Justin in the background, still in that British accent, "He scores, the most unbelievable, incredible, bodacious finish in high school soccer history... Maybe the only one but still!"
In the distance, my neighbor applauded as I was carried off the field, I one upped AJ who stood with Dad on the side of the fans looking stunned. This wasn't over, not for me, and not for AJ who just lost any chance at a D-1 scholarship offer. As the papers came to interview me, the cameras, I understood AJ was ticked, but he wasn't the bully anymore.