I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone - Sex Stories

I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone

Chapter 12 Some Time, Alone, Alone

"So, Megan, last we left off, we talked about your parents; how soon did they divorce themselves?"

"It was almost a year; my mom dragged it out as long as she possibly could for some reason; perhaps she regretted her decision, or maybe smite."

"Your father, did he come to visit you at all through this process."

"No, I avoided him too; I just couldn't face him. I feared he wouldn't forgive me, so I avoided him, and he did the same."

"Did this affect you in school or on the court?"

"No, it made me zone in on basketball even more because I didn't want to be home with my mother. I became even better, winning the state championship three years back-to-back. A lot of college recommendations came in the mail for me. She. My mom would always have them stacked on the dining room table."

"Was she proud?"

"I didn't care if she was at that point; we barely talked?"

"What made you pick the University of Georgia?"

"It was close to home but far enough to be away from everything. As much talk as I had about not wanting to be home, I didn't move too far. The one thing that made me want to go to the school was the coach. Coach Rebecca Free was the best coach I have ever had. She made me a better player and a better person. She was the mother I always wished I had, so my mom hated her, and I think my coach also hated her. She got me to talk with my father again. She was someone I wanted to make proud; she never won a championship ...

... as a player or coach, always getting close but getting over the hump. We made it to my freshman and sophomore year's finals but lost both times."

"That is heartbreaking."

"It was, so I worked harder than ever the following year. I got in the best shape I ever had. I had a boyfriend for about two weeks and broke up with him to focus on this goal. It was the best season I had ever played basketball. There were even talks that I was the consensus number-one pick in the WNBA draft. It just so happened that this was my last basketball season. Perhaps I pushed my body too far. It was the tournament's finals; we made it again, and the game was close. I already had a triple-double and was working on a quadruple-double with blocks. Then it happened; I have nightmares about this moment, doc. I was going for my 16th rebound when two opposing team members collided with each of my legs. If I didn't try to recover, I would probably have a concussion. I know that sounds grim, but that's where I'm at. I would rather possibly have brain damage than lose this game and my career.

"Megan."

"But alas, I damaged my knee and landed all my weight on this leg," Megan says, pointing at her leg repeatedly.

"You don't have to explain the injury."

"Thank you. My career was effectively over, but I still fought for a small glimmer of hope of playing again. The doctors said Hey, if it heals this way, you may play again, but the chances are very, very slim."

"There is nothing wrong with ...