Status: incomplete

Until Hell Freezes Over

Misery Thrives with Company

The next few days were among the hardest that I have ever had to live through. Planning the funeral was so hard; I didn’t know what to do. I was doing it all on my own, since we didn’t really have any family left. Of course, my game was affected by all of what was going on. I mean, I was flat out sucking. I hadn’t even had an assist since the last game before my dad died. I felt like I was letting the fans down, personally.

In my young life, it had never been so hard,even out on the ice, as it wascompared to lose my dad. It took the breath out of me to think that he was going to be at my next games, or be with me when my team wins the Stanley Cup or walk me down the aisle to my future husband, or even meet his grandchildren.

I don’t think I had ever cried so hard in my life either. My eyes stung from the tears that wouldn’t seem to end and my throat hurt from the sobbing. I couldn’t even make the call to tell Coach that I wouldn’t be making it to practice because I was still so down. Claire did it for me, God bless her soul. By the time, she burst into my room as soon as I started to cry and finished talking with the doctor for me. She had taken care of everything that I had asked her to, she almost took off work but I didn’t let her. I needed to be alone to deal with this hurt.

I spent the entire day in my bathroom eating Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia ice cream and watching “Maverick” with Mel Gibson and James Garner, it was his favorite movie. I cried my eyes every time there was a part that I remember my dad quoting that particular line. My wallowing in my sorrows was briefly interrupted when a knock sounded from the door. So grudgingly, I got up off my butt and answered it after whoever it was wouldn’t go away. To my surprise it wasn’t the Mormons from down the hall like I thought it was. Instead it was Jonathan Toews, standing there holding a bouquet of white roses.

“I heard about what happened to your Dad.” He stated, before shoving the flowers in my arms before I could reject them, “I got these because I thought that they would cheer you up a little.” I froze as I looked down at them; my father had always taken a bouquet of white roses to my mother’s grave on her birthday, on their wedding anniversary, and on the anniversary of her death. Then I thought again about how I didn’t get to say, ‘goodbye’ and I realized that I didn’t want to be alone, so I took John’s wrist and drug him into the apartment. Not giving him the option to leave, so he shut the door and locked it back for me before turning to with a confused look on his face.

“I-I da-da-don’t want to be ta-to be alone. I don’t want to be alone.” I cried, breaking down again. Almost, immediately after that I was wrapped up in a pair of warm, strong arms.

“Shh…Just let it all out.” He whispered in my ear, his voice was so tender that it made me cry even more, soaking the shirt covering his shoulder with my salty tears and I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to the only real thing I felt there was beside me. I heard him sigh and he picked me up, bridal style, and carried over to the couch. He sat down with me in his lap, holding me to him whispering assuring words into my ear.

After about an hour or so I had calmed down again and he acted like he was going to get up so I clung tighter to him,

“Don’t leave me,” I whined.

“Hey, now, I’m just going to get a blanket for you. I’ll be right back, I promise.’ He assured me and I just nodded as he slid out from underneath me got up to retrieve a blanket from my room.

*General POV*

“Don’t leave me,” Dillan pleaded, almost begged.

Jonathan felt his heart break at the sight of this beautiful strong woman crumbling like a stone wall into what was similar to a helpless child. As more tears threatened to flood down her already flushed cheeks, she looked ten years younger. It pained him more than anything else had ever done before. She had gotten under in his skin and he couldn’t stand to see her like this for much longer. He wanted the cheerfully, wild, even sarcastic Dillan back.

He brought back the blacker and draped it around them as he sat back down. She, almost automatically, snuggled back into his warm embrace. They sat in a comfortable silence until Dillan spoke again,

“So I’ve been thinking.” She began, sounding rather serious.

“Uh-oh, that’s dangerous. Where did you let your mind wander off to this time?” Jon half asked, half teased as he attempted to lighten up the mood.

“I have been thinking that I shouldn’t continue to waste away mopping about what I couldn’t control. I want to go do something! Have a party, my dad always talked about wanting us to celebrate. To remember the good times and use them as an influence for the future as I continued down the path of my life.” She paused for a second, staring off into space before looking back at Jon, “I know he’s in a better place right now.”

Jon smiled, thoughtfully, down at her because he had never expected such an insight to come out.

“I’m glad that you came to that conclusion. I was starting to miss ‘the old Dillan’.” He chuckled, which earned a small smile out of her. “Ah-ha, now that’s what I want to see. You look so much prettier when you smile. That frown is a major turn-off.”

This statement made Dillan blush, but she covered it up by shaking her head at him in amusement.

“So what did you have in mind?” He asked, reminding her of what they had been talking about before he changed the subject.

“I want to go bowling!” She announced, “My dad and I used to bowl whenever I came for the weekend.”

“Sure, I’ll call the guys. What?” He asked, confused by the look she was giving him.

“It was something that just my dad and I did. I want it to be just us You are after the person that I have become the closest to on the team.”

“Alright, but I’m paying.” He declared, boldly. With that the two left locking the door behind them as they went.

*Dillan’s POV*

“Just so you know I am terrible at this.” Johnny informed me as we tied our bowling shoes.

“It’s fine. You’re probably better than me. I can’t bowl to save my life. Besides we’re having fun; it’s not a competition.” I reminded him. He just shook his head at me and went to enter our names into the computer so we could start bowling.