*Vincents POV*

I was staring to get suspicious of Allison, so around six I walked to her house.

Her mother answered the door. "Oh, hello there."

"I'm looking for Allison." I said, crossing my fingers that she hasn't been on the team behind my back,

"Oh, sorry, but you just missed her. I dropped her off at her hockey game about an hour ago." She replied, and I inhaled sharply. "Uh, thanks, bye." I said, running top speed into my house.

My mom looked at me in shock. "Darling, what's the rush?"

"I need to go to the arena, now!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, okay let's go then!" My mom answered quickly, grabbing her keys and going to the car.

I grabbed my gear and put it in the car. We drove to the rink, I then grabbed my gear and ran downstairs into the change room.

I heard the sounds of sticks against ice. I got extremely nervous. She must be out there now! I have to hurry! I got dressed as quickly as possible, and ran out into the arena.

I heard a sickening thump, and then saw none other than Josh slamming one of our players against the boards harshly.

He then slammed them again, and then threw them down onto the ice violently.

They played stopped moving, and I saw a ponytail sticking out the back of the helmet.

I gasped, and jumped onto the ice. My team called and yelled when I got on, but I made a beeline straight for Josh.

I slammed him into the boards, took his helmet and my gloves off, and began punching him in the face as hard as I could.

"You psychotic freak! You don't hit a girl like that! You touch her again, and I'll beat the shit out of you! Lay off her! I'm not letting her get beaten up like I did!" I screamed and then he punched me back, even harder than I punched him. He slammed my head into the boards, and I felt blood trickle down my nose and head.

"You... Leave her.. Alone!" I screeched, punching him in the jaw, which resulted in another punch in the face and my head slammed against the boards numerous times.

I felt more and more blood pour out the back of my head, and he just kept on punching me, no mercy. Exactly like last year.

I felt my nose go numb, and my hair must have been drenched in blood, because it was all over the glass.

I saw Allison's limp body on the stretcher, being taken off the ice, blood all over her hair.

This is all my fault. This is all my fault. I thought nervously, and my vision started going dark.

The refs pulled us apart, and a flailing Josh was dragged off the ice, and I blacked out, the last thing I saw was my blood all over the ice and boards.

*Allison's POV*

I woke up in a hospital bed, with an IV in my hand and bandages wrapped around my whole head. I had a horrible headache, and I was rather dizzy.

Sawyer came into the room, and he gasped when he saw I was awake. "Oh thank God. Allison, I was so worried." He rushed over, and side hugged me gently.

"I'm glad to see you." I whispered, smiling weakly.

"I have some bad news..." He mumbled, staring at his hands.

"What is it?" I asked, my stomach twisting.

"Well, one is you have a mild concussion, and a huge cut in the back of your head. Two, Vincent saw you get hurt and went ballistic on Josh, and now he's in the hospital. They are scared for his health, he's lost a lot of blood." Sawyer mumbled.

"Take me to go see him, now!" I cried, my head hurting as I did it.

"You can't move. You'll make your concussion worse!" He replied, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Get a wheelchair. Please let me go see him!" I felt tears gather in my eyes. "He's hurt because of me, so wouldn't he want to at least see that I'm alright?"

Sawyer gave up after that. "Fine. Let's go." He answered, and picked me up, bringing the liquid for the IV with us and wheeled me down the hall.

About halfway down the hall, he stopped dead and peered into a room next to us.

"He's in there, but I don't think he's awake. Let's go in anyways though." Sawyer mumbled, trying to keep quiet. He wheeled me in, and instantly Vincent's green eyes opened.

Was he ever roughed up. He had bruises and bloody cuts all over his face, and dried blood under his nose. His wrist was wrapped up, and his breathing sounded off.

I tried to get up and run over, but Sawyer held me down.

"You can't do that. Let me wheel you over." He laughed, and wheeled me to Vincent.

Vincent smiled weakly, and gently hugged me, not letting go just yet.

"I'm so happy your safe. I was so worried." He sighed in relief, and looked into my eyes.

I ran my hand over his cheek, and felt the cuts on them.

"Did the nurses not wipe the blood off your cuts?" I asked.

"No. Not yet. I'm still bleeding. They'll be back soon, they left to give me some space." He answered, looking over at Sawyer briefly.

"Sawyer?" He asked, just as Sawyer was about to leave.

"Yeah?" He asked, slightly shocked.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I should have forgiven you for what happened last year, and not held a grudge against you. You saved my ass yesterday, and I really owe you one." Sawyer smiled when Vincent said that, and came over, and they bro-hugged gently, because Vincent was still weak.

"I'm sorry too, Vin. I shouldn't have done that to you. It was wrong." He answered and Vincent smiled in satisfaction.

"Friends?" He asked.

"Friends." Sawyer laughed lightly, and they shook hands.

"Vincent, I'm so sorry you had to get hurt. This is all my fault, I never should have gone to-" I started to say, and then Vincent hugged me, I felt tears spring to my eyes.

"It's okay. I shouldn't have tried to stop you." He whispered, gently stroking my hair.

"I'm going to leave now." Sawyer laughed a little, and then left the room, leaving just Vincent and I.

"Vincent, look at you. Your not fine. If I didn't go, you wouldn't be in the hospital, and I wouldn't be in the hospital..." I mumbled, a tear falling down my face.

"No, don't cry..." He whispered, he wiped it from my face with this thumb, and continued to stroke my cheek with his thumb.

He looked into my eyes sadly, tears springing to his eyes.

"Please don't cry. I did it to protect you... I couldn't let you get beaten like I did last year..." He mumbled, the tears becoming more visible in his eyes.

"Vincent..." I mumbled, and he turned away, a tear falling down his face.

"We were halfway through our final game. Gold medal game. We were going up against the Rangers, and I had scored the first three goals in the game. Josh was mad because the Rangers were losing. So he made the stupid decision to come over and beat the literal life out of me. He just punched, and punched.... Until I fainted and couldn't feel my face anymore. I broke my nose, and nearly broke one of my cheekbones. He punched me in the neck, too, and I started throwing up blood because I was bleeding internally from something in my neck. They almost had to put me on life support because I was losing so much blood. I remember it was everywhere... All over the floor, the ice, my jersey, even all over Josh... It was like a god damn massacre..." He whispered, crying. "And now, you have to see me like this. Broken and bloody..."

I got out of the wheelchair and limped over to where Vincent was, and layed down beside him.

He put his arm over me, and I felt his tears falling onto my shirt.

"Vincent..." I mumbled, and he looked up at me, his tears still falling.

I hugged him. "Don't cry."

He had a good grip on me, and he didn't let go. I felt terrible, because I knew this was all my fault. He even warned me and everything...

I heard the door burst open, and a messy Nate appeared in front of us. His hair was all over the place, and his shirt was inside out.

Vincent was calm now, but he still held me. His eyes were still red, and dried tear stains were visible.

I let Vincent go, and he looked at me hesitantly.

"Vincent, holy shit." Nate had a sad smile on his face, and he nearly tackled Vincent into a hug.

"You scared the damn life out of me, holy shit." He said, and Vincent cracked a small smile.

"You deserved it, you shit." He replied, and Nate laughed loudly, a few tears on his face.

"If I lost you, that's would be a waste of eight years." Nate replied, and Vincent scoffed when he said that.

Vincent shifted uncomfortably, and Nate looked at him questioningly.

Nate let go of Vincent and sat in a chair beside me. "He probably didn't want you to see him cry. It's pretty rare for him to cry, I've known him for eight years and I've only seen him cry twice."

"She's pretty lucky, then." Vincent laughed, and I smiled.

I stared at Vincent's beaten up face, and still saw perfection in it. I really like him, but I like Sawyer, too...

His green eyes found mine, and I held his stare. He smiled a little, then blushed.

I smiled too, and Nate looked at us confusedly. "That's cute." He laughed, and Sawyer walked back into the room, and chucked a water bottle at Nate and I.

Nate took a drink out of his, and so did I, and then Sawyer laughed loudly.

I gave him a puzzled look. "What?"

"One of those was supposed to be for Vincent. I just remembered now!" He doubled over in laughter, and I got up and walked over to Vincent. "You can have mine, if you want."

"Thank you." He replied, and I blushed before he took a drink out of it. "If your feeling weird because you drank out of it too, it's fine. I don't mind." He laughed lightly when I blushed again, and Sawyer scratched his neck in embarrassment.

"It was nice seeing you guys, but I gotta go." Sawyer smiled sheepishly, and then waved goodbye, leaving the hospital room.

"Weird." Nate mumbled.

Hey guys! Well that ends this chapter. This chapter was so emotional 😢 Tell me who you think Allison should be with, even though I have already picked someone... 😏 Also make sure to tell me what you think, and if I should keep updating. (I'll update anyways).

Bye! 😂

-Alyssa