“No! I’m done.” I sob. “I couldn’t get him off me. He wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want to. You wouldn’t let me go. I’m not doing it anymore, Coach. I don’t want to, I don’t want to, I don’t want to.”
“You can’t go solo. Don’t fucking do this to me, Anastasia. After everything I’ve done for you, for fuck’s sake. Stop being such a stubborn bitch! You’re not even good enough to compete alone. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. You’re ruining my life.”
“What the hell?” I mutter, looking around the room at the various hockey players in the apartment. Nathan’s hands grip my waist and usher me farther into the room, closing the door behind us.
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