Eavesdropping a phone call

All the students wore the purple-red uniform which was for us, the wolves. Our team was the best and I knew how to win for us.

"Get ready...they seem prepared for this"my coach ignored me and we gathered around him. Everyone including those on the bench gathered to hear instructions. My mind wandered off to my ankle which was burning from the tight sneakers I was wearing. Nothing from right

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'Wolves!' We put our hands together to boost our morale and the game began. I looked at the timer and sighed. I still had time. I smiled feeling a strange emotion run through my body because even if my team was down by 30 to 0, I was there to revive us. Every team from other schools knew who I was, Vivienne Payton never backed down. I was a good runner and it took a lot of people to keep me down. Once I had the ball no one was safe. I felt even more energized when my fellow students were chanting my name

It felt good to be recognized as the best in what one did with all their heart. I loved to play basketball not just for the money but for the passion I had and for working hard.

With every basket I made, chanting increased, I was on fire that the other team started pushing me around when they couldn't get the ball. Our coach was tense. I saw as he shouted for a foul which the umpire didn't make. I was running about and losing my cool

We were ahead by 185 and the other team had 100. We were winning and I was feeling proud until

"Ahh!!"I was knocked away by two defenders sending me flying across the court and I landed hard. Someone from their team stepped on my injured ankle with so much force and I screamed in pain. So loud that the entire hall went quiet. My couch rushed to me so did my team members

"Vivie...are you okay...someone brings a stretcher!" my coach yelled seeing how my ankle areas were bleeding, stabbing my white socks, the sneakers were already off and I was tossing and turning. It felt like the Adidas the person who stepped on me was wearing had thorns or nails under. The same weak ankle was hurting like hell that I couldn't keep my eyes open

"She can't play...warm up a substitute" this time I heard our second coach say as I was raised on the stretcher by some paramedics. I shook my head not wanting to go off because I had to finish the game. I was doing well and the thought of not playing made me frustrated

"Don't...don't touch!"I yelled so much and tried to get off the damned stretcher but they put me back

"Take her away and treat her...she can't play...she's too hurt...I'm sorry Vivie...you can't play"my coach muttered and rested his hand on my shoulders. I shrugged him off not wanting to hear his words but I was taken away to the nurse's office to be attended to by the professional doctors the school hired from various well-known hospitals. My dreams were shattered




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I didn't know how long I was unconscious because immediately they took me to the nurse's room. The doctor injected me with a sedative to keep me down but now I was awake and confused. I watched as my hard work came crashing down on me. Everything didn't make sense. I didn't want to feel the pain residing in my heart but there was nothing I could do to change what was happening. I already asked the doctor attending to me if I was clear to join my team but he refused

I hated myself so much, if I could cry and shed tears I would have but even if I was feeling the pain and tears lingering in my eyes but I just couldn't let my eyes water

Maybe this was my problem, my lack of showing any emotions I felt in my heart. Looking at my bandaged foot. I sat up pushing myself up. I hated hospital beds the most. Even the nurse's office was my enemy, but I had no choice when the various doctors working around ordered me not to move too much. My ankle was in such bad shape that even setting my foot down was a problem.

"Damn this' 'I muttered a curse and sat on the bed with my legs suspended down. I stretched my arms releasing the tension I was feeling. I tried to straighten my right leg hoping I could step on the floor and walk out of the darn hell I was in but immediately I did a rush of excruciating pain run through my body as I instantly put my foot up. I cursed under my breath and rested my hands on the bed and scanned my surroundings. I was the only one in the small room who smells like medications. I leaned down and stepped my left foot down and pulled myself off the bed but I was careful enough not to put my right foot down. I didn't want to stay, hence with all my strength I tried to take a step forward and to my relief, I could walk, then I used my toes to balance on my right foot. I bit my lower lip hard as I took another step focusing on getting to the door and when I moved closer to the wall. My little journey was easy as I used the wall as support to balance. With great difficulty, I managed to open the door and limped out until I came to a hallway. A long passage that extended to the exit. This part of the school was more like a clinic for sick students with various small rooms which were empty. I could hear people conversing and laughing but I ignored that because I just wanted to leave the school before my coach came to question me

"Boss just relax okay...I know you told me this but just chill" while walking down the corridor I heard a male voice say, the voice came from the door I stopped by. It wasn't like I was interested in whatever he was saying but I was taking a break from walking. My ankle was already swollen and if I exhausted it with so much walking then there was a chance I would be a cripple for the rest of my life

"Fine boss man, just give me a week to find your surrogate...I promise to lure them in with millions as payment"the same man continued saying this time he let out a chuckle and judging by the way he was saying, he seemed to be talking on the phone however that wasn't my concern. Whenever work was mentioned and money was involved I paid attention even if others called it eavesdropping. The conversation went on and on and I stood there listening. To be honest the man caught my attention according to what he said. Whoever he was talking to seemed to be looking for a surrogate. I was aware of how surrogates worked and knew the huge amount of money they were paid just to carry someone's child. Others considered it to be a risk having to carry a baby which isn't yours but for me, if money was the payment then why not go for it

It seemed risky but I was amused, I didn't even know I was smiling and before I could miss such an opportunity. I pushed the light down open forgetting my manners and I barged inside the room

"I'll get you one within this week and…"I stopped when I found a man dressed as a doctor, he had blonde hair, was slightly tall and a little lean. He wasn't so well built or with broad shoulders like the men I saw but his physique complimented his work which proved he didn't spend so much time in the gym but saving lives

I felt ashamed and embarrassed as I stood there, he seemed to have sensed an intruder who walked in on him without knocking. Turning around he kept his phone slightly away from his ear and narrowed his eyes in a way that said he wasn't so pleased to see me.