No Longer the Hockey Star’s Plan B
606 Views · Ongoing · Coralie Sullivan
In my past life, just one day before the national evaluation camp that would make or break his career, my hockey-prodigy best friend faked an illness. He was ready to throw away his entire future just to go party in Chicago with a cheerleader.
Thinking I was doing him a favor, I stepped in. I tipped off his coach, saved his career.
Years later, he became a multimillion-dollar superstar. His way of thanking me? Framing me with doctored charity records and sending me to federal prison. He even smiled as he delivered the final, crushing blow:
"I planned that crash on the icy road, Kassia. Your parents' lives were just the price you had to pay for sticking your nose where it didn't belong."
Now, my eyes snap open to the deafening cheers of our high school hockey arena.
Sitting right next to me, that same cheerleader is eagerly plotting how to corner him after the game.
Thinking I was doing him a favor, I stepped in. I tipped off his coach, saved his career.
Years later, he became a multimillion-dollar superstar. His way of thanking me? Framing me with doctored charity records and sending me to federal prison. He even smiled as he delivered the final, crushing blow:
"I planned that crash on the icy road, Kassia. Your parents' lives were just the price you had to pay for sticking your nose where it didn't belong."
Now, my eyes snap open to the deafening cheers of our high school hockey arena.
Sitting right next to me, that same cheerleader is eagerly plotting how to corner him after the game.
