My Hockey Alpha

Nina

I cocked my head. My mother smiled up at me and pushed the plate containing my sandwich into my hands.

“Eat up, honey,” she said. “Are you alright? You look like you’ve lost a lot of weight.”

“U-Um… I’ve just been stressed.” I picked my sandwich up off my plate and took a bite, chewing for a moment, before speaking again. “Are you sure you don’t know about the Peacekeepers? The school doctor that I’ve been working with–”

“You know what?” my mother interrupted, stretching and feigning an obviously fake yawn. “It’s late, and we’ve got to be up early tomorrow to catch our flight.”

Now, I frowned and watched as she turned somewhat robotically and started to walk out of the kitchen. “But you said that we would be leaving in a couple of days…”

My mother froze again. “Did I?” she asked, her back still turned to me. “I guess I just misspoke. No, our tickets are set for first thing in the morning.”

“Oh…” I paused, looking down at the sandwich on my plate. “Okay.”

“Good night, honey.”

“Good night, mom.”

I sat alone in the kitchen and silently finished my sandwich, puzzling over why my mother acted like she didn’t know about the Peacekeepers. In fact, her entire demeanor was a bit strange, almost scripted. It was unsettling, to say the least.

off my plate before grabbing my suitcase out of the living

at a motel on the rare occasion that I came to visit, but as I sat down on my bed and heard the springs creak beneath my weight, I suddenly felt overcome by a sense of nostalgia that overshadowed my mother’s strange behavior. Sighing, I fell backwards and splayed my arms out on the bed, running my hands along the quilt as I looked up at the old glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling that I’d put there when I was seven. I turned my head, looking over at my old desk that still had

instead, I chalked it up to the wind or the branch of the

heard it again. And

sat up. I turned around to look at my window, only to see something

jaw dropped as I saw Enzo standing on the lawn staring up at me. What was he doing here? And how did he know where my mom and my brother

flung the window open and

and how did you find me?!”

he quietly and nimbly climbed up the tree. I watched as his hand, then his leg, followed by the rest

by his sudden appearance, especially after how he’d spoken to me in the locker room and even more so after what his father

how I acted,” he said quietly. “I’ve been a

arms wrap around

pulled away, there were tears in my eyes. “You can’t stay,” I whispered, taking a step back and wiping the tears away with my hand. “Your father…

“You spoke

knows where my mom and my brother live. I don’t know what that means, but I can’t

sigh. When I looked up, he was staring

that why you’ve been pushing me

was… a big part