Welcome! This week, the story comes from Al "Trunk" Mahoney, Defensive Lineman, book 6 in the First & Ten series. The prompt is "nasty." Don't forget to return to the TT blog and read the stories from the gift writers there. Scroll down for link.
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The team was warming up in
the workout room before practice when they heard a commotion. Cursing,
hollering and the banging of metal, the breaking of glass, stopped all
activity.
“Who’s in the locker room?”
Griff Montgomery asked.
“Trunk,” Bullhorn Brodsky
responded. “Shit!”
Griff and Bull rushed into
the room, followed by several teammates. There was Al “Trunk” Mahoney, trashing
the locker room. He’d already busted his own locker, now he was starting on an
empty one. He’d thrown a chair through the window and busted a mirror with his
fist, which was bleeding from a nasty cut.
“Holy shit, Trunk!” Griff
said.
“What the hell?” Bull asked.
“It’s Mary!”Trunk yelled,
closing his injured fist, making ready to take another swing at the locker.
Tuffer Demson, another
defensive linebacker, lunged at Trunk. Demson and Bull tried to subdue the big
man. The linebacker fought hard, but the others pinned Al’s arms to his sides.
His eyes watered. In a
moment he was sobbing. His teammates let him go and he sank to his knees. He
picked up a busted cell phone.
“It’s Mary,” he choked out.
“She’s leaving me. In a text.”
Silence clothed the room.
The men glanced at each other, then stared at Trunk. Pete Sebastian, known as
Coach Bass to the team, ran in. He stopped short at the sight. The destruction
made him gasp.
“I’m sorry, Coach,” Trunk
muttered.
“Come on, Trunk. Get him up,
guys. Bring him to my office,” Coach instructed. “Break it up. Show’s over. We
have a game to get ready for.”
Devon Drake and Bull eased
the wounded linebacker to his feet. They followed him to Coach’s office, then
left and closed the door.
Coach was on the phone with
security. Jo stuck her head in, but Coach waved her away. Trunk sank down onto
a chair like a deflated balloon.
“Almost four years of
marriage. Down the toilet,” he sighed, wiping his eyes.
Coach handed him a
handkerchief. “Want to talk about it?”
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