As the crowd exits the bleachers, the sound of feet stomping aggressively on the ground fills my ears. The game has ended with a surprising yet outstanding comeback and I'm more than proud of y/n, I'm truly glad her hard work and dedication paid off.

My nerves suddenly spike up as we near the field to congratulate y/n on her big win. I then immediately block out those emotions with an intimidating facade so her father doesn't notice the effect she has on me.

and so she doesn't notice as well.

I observe her as she finishes celebrating with her teammates, they look very pleased with the outcome of tonight's game. Honestly the whole team really did put their hearts out on the field and it was a wholesome image to see.

I clench my jaw as I notice a couple girls eyeing y/n as if she's prey and they want a piece. I know it's pretty hypocritical for me to even have these thoughts but I can't help being jealous and I know it's wrong but my mind is quite stubborn when it comes to y/n.

As I glare at the girls disapprovingly their eyes grow wider with embarrassment and their cheeks turn a light tint of red. They then walk away from the scene avoiding my eye contact and their eyes remain glued to the ground, away from y/n's direction. I internally pat myself on the back, I still got it.

I am then pulled out of my thoughts with the distinct sound of a notification alarm coming from a mobile device. I watch as y/n's father pulls out his phone and examines his phone screen intensely.

He then stops walking, making Colin and I stop in our tracks as well. I study his emotions to see if there's any problem but it's quite hard to read. I guess I know where y/n gets it from. I always try to read her facial expressions to get some sense of what she's thinking or feeling but the majority of the time I'm left in the dark.

"Everything alright?" Colin asks curiously.

Y/n's father ignores Colin's question, or maybe he's just too far in his thoughts to have even heard Colin to begin with. He seems pretty concentrated.

"Sir, Is everything okay?" Colin asks again, a little louder than the last time.

Y/n's father immediately jerks his head up and his eyes seem almost watery, maybe it's just the cold weather. He looks down in deep thought as he slowly places his phone back into his pocket.

He looks up at me and Colin and he smiles almost sadly.

He clears his throat "I must get going, please tell my daughter she played wonderfully tonight and that I'll call her tomorrow. I just-"

He sighs "I just need to think about a situation is all." He informs.

Colin furrows his brows "Did our stocks go down?" Colin asks worriedly.

Y/n's father shakes his head and cracks a small smile "If that were the case things would be going a lot differently. Anyways, enjoy the weekend, the both of you. Thank you for coming out and cheering for my girl." He says sincerely.

I offer a reassuring smile "Anytime." I say.

Colin nods "I'm a call away, If you need anything sir. I'm here." Colin says genuinely.

Y/n's father smiles appreciatively "I hope you know the same goes for you Mr. Jost." He says as he says as he walks away.

Something about the way his whole demeanor changed concerns me. I genuinely hope everything is okay with him, after all he is y/n's father and I care about y/n.

I hope she doesn't feel like her father was unsatisfied with her game playing tonight. I want her to know that he was cheering for her even when she was on the bench. I'm sure she'll understand.

Colin sighs "That was weird wasn't it?" Colin asks.

I slowly nod "I'm sure he has something he's dealing with. Maybe one of his clients made a complaint or something." I reassure.

Colin laughs "A client never makes a complaint, his company is just that good." Colin boasts.

I smile "Okay, no need to brag right now." I say.

Colin smiles "Just stating the facts, honey." He says.

As we get closer to y/n, I notice her sitting on the bench putting on a hoodie and saying goodbye to her teammates as they part ways. My heart beats slightly faster.

"Good game y/l/n!" Colin shouts eagerly at y/n.

Her head perks up and she notices Colin walking next to me and she instantly smiles happily. She then stands up and slings her backpack on her shoulders and walks toward us.

"Appreciate it." She says as she shakes hands with Colin.

She then glances at me and nods "Good to see you Mrs. Johansson." She says confidently.

Oh, so you say that outside of class. I see how it is.

I nod "You as well y/l/n." I respond.

The corners of her lips curve slightly upwards at my response and she turns to Colin.

She then furrows her brows and looks around "I could've sworn I saw my father here today." She says.

Colin nods "He was, he said you played great tonight. He just had a situation he had to take care of." Colin says.

I notice y/n slightly frown just enough for me to notice but not enough for Colin to.

I clear my throat "It seemed important. He really thought you played beautifully tonight and he was cheering the loudest, don't worry sweetheart." I reassure.

I did not just- my words slipped.

I feel my cheeks heat up quite quickly if not immediately after the words left my mouth.

I see y/n smile proudly at me and nods "Thank you." She says softly.

How could I have let that word slip, it was like my mouth took over and my brain had zero control over what came out.

Sweetheart?

Dammit. Colin obviously didn't think much of my choice of words but y/n is certainly having an ego boost moment in her head.

Suddenly her phone gets a notification, she takes out her phone losing attention to us. I watch her eyes skim over whatever message she had just received and I notice that she freezes, her gaze glued to her phone as if she's stuck.

After a moment she looks up and composes herself.

She looks at me in a way that I've never seen before and that I wished I had never witnessed. It almost strikes me painfully like a bullet to the chest. The heart to be exact.

Her breathing grows heavily and it's slightly rugged.

She clears her throat "I- I'd love to stay and chat but I have to get going. I love that the both of you came to support me, I do. Unfortunately I have to- I have to..."

She takes a deep breath "I need to rest, that's all." She says.

My concern grows a thousand miles. Worry written all over my face. I don't want to see y/n like this.

She smiles but I can see through the act, she's in pain. Maybe not so much physically but definitely emotionally.

"I'll see you Monday Johansson and I hope to see more of you soon Colin." She says as she walks away.

Colin nods "Get some rest. I'll be seeing you soon." He says.

I watch as she walks away quite sadly and anxiously.

I can't leave her like that.

Can I?

Colin sighs "Honestly, this worries me. Do you think it's some sort of family issue?" Colin announces.

I didn't even remember. Y/n's father got a message earlier and he was acting weird. Maybe Colin's right, it's a family issue. Still I don't feel right leaving y/n alone.

I sigh "I'll drop you off at home and I'll be back later, I have some school work to finish up and I'd rather drop you off first." I inform.

He nods "You sure? I can just wait in the car." He questions.

I shake my head "I can't do that to you. Plus it's a lot of work and I like doing it peacefully." I say.

He nods "Okay, I'll probably just go to sleep and we can have breakfast in the morning alright?" He says.

I nod as I walk with him to my car to drop him off at home. Thankfully his suspicion didn't rise whatsoever.

I am instantly hit with a strong wave of adrenaline, my heart beats erratically through my chest as if it wants to escape. I anxiously place my hand over my heart as if to keep it from leaving me.

It doesn't work.

My stubborn heart fights back stronger than ever. I painfully hitch my breath as I feel an unexpected ache in my chest.

What's happening to me?

As I walk closer to my car, I direct my shaky palms into my pocket, quickly retrieving my vehicles keys. I unlock my car and open the trunk placing my soccer gear in the back.

I accidentally stumble over my steps as I open my door and fall into my seat quite harshly, that's one way to get in.

I shut my door and sit quietly as I let my thoughts run wildly.

Why now?

Why must bad things occur when good things are happening in my life?

I sigh frustratedly and pull out my phone to view the message once again.

'Hello, this is the psych ward. We just messaged to let you know that the situation has unfortunately escalated and great measures will be taken this time. Your mother is being charged of assault of an officer and the attempted murder of another fellow patient in the facility. She is currently being detained in County Jail. We are waiting to see if she's going to be charged, we won't know until the victim wakes up. If you need any additional information, you can drop by the facility and we'll be happy to inform you on the whole deal. Sorry, for the trouble.'

I angrily toss my phone towards the back of my car.

I thought she was getting better, I thought she was finally trying to get better.

I feel a warm liquid trickle down my cheek. Once I realize I was crying I immediately wipe my tears and take a deep breath remembering the promise I made myself when I was 10.

Don't ever let your mother make you cry, not after everything she has put you through and everything she's done to you.

I sigh and start my car.

Oh shit.

I can't even begin to imagine how my fathers feeling right now. I need to get to his house fast, before he does anything he might regret.

After speeding through yellow lights and cutting off cars I finally make it to my father's house. I then lock my car as I run up the steps and knock on the door impatiently.

Alfred opens the door and looks at me with sadness and pity.

"I heard what happened dear, I'm so sorry." Alfred says softly.

I clear my throat "I'm okay. Do you know where he is?" I ask, attempting to keep our conversation short because I don't want him to see me break down. He's already helped me enough in life, far more than my mother ever did or could.

He nods "You know what your father does when he's down. I advised him not to but he can be a little stubborn." Alfred says.

I nod "I know you tried your best, thank you." I say as I speed past him, into the home.

I know my father all too well, I know exactly what he's doing right now and where.

I aggressively burst through his office doors and see him sitting on his chair, pouring himself a bottle of whiskey.

He looks up and smiles lazily "Did you come for the party?!" He asks eagerly.

I clench my jaw and walk over to him snatching the half empty bottle out of his grasp.

"That's mine. I paid for that" he whines.

I shake my head "You're not aloud to have the luxury of running away from your problems. That's what you always told me." I say sternly.

He scoffs and smiles yet it doesn't meet his eyes "You know I'm a god damn billionaire. I can have the luxury of whatever the fuck I want." He hisses.

I clench my jaw "Well since I'm the daughter of a god damn billionaire I guess I can do whatever the fuck I want!" I say as I take the bottle and start chugging it.

I hear the faint sounds of his disapproving screams and next thing I know, he steals the bottle away from my hands, shoving me a little.

He points at me "You cannot! You cannot do that! Do you understand?" He demands.

He sighs "You are my daughter. My daughter! I have raised you alone, since you were 10. I've watched you grow from my little girl to my strong daughter. I will however not allow you to resort to such things like alcohol when issues arise. I understand drinking at a party or with friends, but if you start drinking every time a problem occurs it will become habitual." He says.

"I can't have another person in my life being addicted to things that are a danger to their health." He says as his voice cracks in pain.

I frown "Dad, you are such a hypocrite." I say softly.

He furrows his brows as he thinks to what I mean "No. this is different." He defends.

I shake my head "It's not." I say.

He sighs "You're right."

He nods and immediately throws the bottle against the wall, shattering every piece as it scatters on the floor along with the left over alcohol.

He frowns apologetically "Sorry... I thought that was going to be a little meaningful but it came off the wrong way." He says sincerely.

I laugh causing him to laugh as well.

Alfred then opens the door, running inside.

He takes a deep breath "Oh dear god, I thought someone died. I came as fast as I heard the noise." Alfred says as he catches his breath.

I look over to my father and we burst out laughing at Alfred's scared demeanor.

Alfred scoffs "Nothing funny occurred. You both are children." He says as he walks out.

I smile "You almost gave Alfred a heart attack." I say as I pat my fathers back.

He nods "It's a moment I'll never forget." He announces.

I nod and a comfortable silence fills the room, replacing all the negative energy that was just inside of it.

I clear my throat "Dad, I'll always be here for you. We've always only had each other and I'm thankful that I got so lucky to have a father like you. Whatever happens in the future, we'll be okay. We're y/l/n's after all, aren't we?" I say.

He smiles softly "That we are." He says as he pulls me in for a tight embrace.

"Get some rest. We can talk more about this tomorrow. I don't want you to think about this situation. You don't need the extra stress with all your school-work and sports." He says.

I nod "I don't want you to think about this either. With all your work-work and me." I say.

He laughs "I won't and don't worry. I won't drink any more alcoholic beverages tonight. You have my promise." He says.

I smile "You have mine as well." I say.

He nods "I love you." He says wholeheartedly.

I nod "Love you too, dad." I say as I walk away.

"Nice seeing you today, Scaredy-cat." I tease Alfred as I walk through the exit.

He chuckles "You too, miss y/l/n." He says proudly.

I unlock my car and open the backseat to look for my phone. I find it and realize I have a bunch of missed calls, I wonder who that could be. Maybe just a random telemarketer. I ignore it and sit in my drivers seat.

As I sit a thought comes into my head, I want to feel something tonight. I'm going to do something I've never done. I don't think I'm that drunk, my father took the bottle before I could finish. Anyways, I'm going to drive.

Call me irresponsible but my life is in your hands God. Since it seems like everything is in your power let's see if I'm lucky enough to make it home. You put obstacles in my life, let's see how you like it when I choose to put one in mine.

I start the engine and drive.

No answer.

I've been calling y/n multiple times now to see if she's okay. I'm currently inside of y/n's penthouse.

I first arrived and asked the receptionist if I could see y/n and I guess she noticed me from the last time I came over and gave me a pair of keys to her place.

I then rode the elevator and once I got to her door I made sure to knock a couple times, like 6 times to be exact. I then had to resort to the keys, so I unlocked her door and called out for her once again.

Once I realized y/n wasn't home I went back down to the receptionist to see if she had any idea where y/n could be and she clearly had no idea. However she gave me y/n's number.

Which has brought me no luck whatsoever, I grew impatient and decided to wait it out back at her place.

I knew something was off the moment she got a message. I should've followed my gut and asked if she was okay or helped her get home. This is all my fault.

I am brought out of my thoughts as I hear key's jangling outside the door.

The door knob slowly turns.