Sky's POV:

My idol had just called me talented. Tobin Heath had just called me talented. My life was complete. Tegan and Casey were fangirling over the picture across the field, Casey's hair fluttering in the afternoon breeze as they chased each other around the pitch. I wanted to be mad at her for that comment, but how could I? She was right, I should join a team again.

A wave of guilt flooded over me. No, I couldn't. That was how it all happened. None of this would ever be relevant if I had just been there when I was needed most.

"What's the time?" I asked Casey, unsure of what the hell just happened.

"Four-twenty" she replied.

Oh god. I'm in trouble. School ended at 3, and I still wasn't home.

Isla's (Sky's mum) POV:

"Where the hell is she?" my husband snarled through gritted teeth, his breath stinking of fermented beer. Then again, so did mine.

I just shrugged. What business of ours was it where she was? We never cared about her in the past, why should we now? Especially not after what she did. She ruined my life. I flicked open another can of Guinness.

Suddenly the door flung open as she flew through it, panting.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm late."

I threw a drunken look towards my husband, his face flooded with rage.

"David.." I warned, but it was too late.

He threw one fist across her face, and she was out cold, face bruised and bleeding through the impact.

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Tobin's POV

I woke up to a banging headache. As I predicted, the PSG-Man city game wasn't the only thing we did last night. It definitely revealed some things that I wasn't ready for the girls to know about yet.

I rolled out of bed, cleaning my teeth before throwing my hair into a quick high ponytail as I slipped on my USWNT training gear with my black and white vans. I quickly grabbed a piece of toast and my training bag before leaving the house.

Turning on the stereo, I cast a thought back towards that girl from last night. She was so polite, so charming and especially good at soccer. What was going on with her? As soon as her friend mentioned soccer she blanked out, shied away from the conversation. She seemed okay, nothing obvious wrong except an old ankle brace and a thin white scar stretched across her forehead. I need to find out more about her.

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"Jill? Could I have a word please?" I asked as I passed my coach in the hallway.

"Is it urgent Tobin? I'm busy and you have practice in ten minutes." She glanced up from her paperwork.

"Um no, or at least I don't think so. I'm not sure to be honest." I shuffle as I adjusted my bag on my shoulder.

"After practice then, meet me in my office." She agreed, giving me a sympathetic smile as she hurries off with her laptop in hand.

I meet Alex in the changing rooms.

"Hey Toby" she said.

"Hey Al." I sighed, and replaced my vans with my cleats, slipping on my shins before I left the room. I took out my air pods on the way, putting them in their case and locking them in my locker.

"Anyone know what that was all about?" I heard her ask before running towards the field with my pre-wrap in hand. I could see the cones set out from here. This was going to be a long practice.

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"YES! I BEAT YOU TOBY!" Kelley laughed from behind me.

I smiled an innocent smile, "congrats Kels." I rolled my eyes playfully, "still the first time ever though, you've still got a whole lot to prove."

"Yeah yeah Tobs, your just jealous." She replied before running off and jumping on Sonnet's back, much to her annoyance.

I'm usually good at the beep test, but today I was just off my game. I think some of the older girls could tell that something was wrong, because they kept casting me worried glances across the pitch during our water breaks. However, practice was finally over, meaning I could talk to Jill. Let's hope she shares my concern.

Jills POV:

"Come in." I shouted as I heard a knock at my door. "Tobin, hi, take a seat." I said as the midfielder appeared into my office.

"Thank you." She replied, giving me a tired smile.

"So, what did you want to talk about? I asked.

I sat there as she relayed the whole story to me, including the appearance of the girl.

"she's really that good?" I asked, unsure of what Tobin really wants from me.

"Yes, and I think she's in trouble. When her friend mentioned her past she closed. I just want to help her. And not to overstep, coach, I think she would be a really good asset to one of our national teams."

I looked at Tobin thoughtfully, ideas flowing around my brain.

"Okay. I'll get in touch with her high school coach and see what I can do. Thank you Tobin." I smiled, and motioned for her to leave my office. "I'll see you at the team meeting later."

"Thank you coach." She replied and gets up to leave.

"And Tobin?" I finished, "thank you for looking out for the younger generation. I can see a good future coach in you."

She just smiled as she closes my office door.

Who are you Sky?