THE COACH
By Marita A. Hansen
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THE COACH
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Copyright 2020 © Marita A. Hansen
Editor N.H.
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CONTENTS
Copyright
Series Information and Acknowledgements
Recap of The Cop
1 Brooke
2 Brooke
3 Brooke
4 Riley
5 Lucy
6 Zuko
7 Riley
8 Coach Cassidy
9 Riley
10 Riley
Author Links
Behind the Hood Sample
More Books by the Author
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This series is broken up into episodes. Once the season is finished, I will publish a collection. Please note that the main characters and their friends are 18 or over, and are in their senior year of high school.
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A special thanks to my editor for all of her help.
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Recap
of
THE COP
After Lucy stumbles across shocking images of Zuko in Daniel Greene’s files, she takes her concerns to Riley. Riley tries to help Zuko but is told to butt out. He can’t, so when Daniel’s father comes knocking at his door, he tells the sheriff about what his son has done.
Sheriff Greene doesn’t believe Riley, thinking the story is ridiculous. He also doesn’t believe that Riley is too sick for school. He insists on taking him, having always wanted to be a part of his life due to Riley being his lovechild.
Later that day, Daniel attacks Riley, knocking him unconscious. Riley wakes up in hospital, learning that he can’t play his next two hockey games due to a concussion.
Back at the Greene household, Sheriff Greene and Daniel argue, the latter admitting to attacking Riley over Zuko, not Brooke. Daniel comes out, stating that he’s in love with Zuko. He leaves to live with his mother, but is turned away at her door, leading him to seek refuge with a predator.
His coach.
The Coach begins...
1
BROOKE
I finally arrived at the Cassidy house, feeling like someone had ripped my lungs out, dunked them in sawdust, then jammed them back in, right next to my broken heart. Wiping my eyes, I made my way to the front door and pressed the buzzer, what had happened at the hospital devastating me.
Riley had dumped me.
No, he’d done that earlier—at school, in front of everyone—and all because of Lucy and Zuko. Right now, I couldn’t do much about Lucy, but I was damn well going to do something about Zuko. Which was why I needed to see Daniel, the only person who could help me get back at his ex. He would definitely help me, Daniel my go-to guy. We were like two peas in a pod, always having each other’s backs. People thought he was like a brother to me, which was so very, very wrong. He’d been my first crush, someone I’d once lusted after... until his sister told me he was gay. I’d sulked over it for a while, annoyed beyond belief, but eventually got over it, deciding that having him as a friend was better than not having him at all. Which was why I’d been ecstatic when Riley started at our school. He looked so much like Daniel that I’d thought I had a second chance...
...a chance that was now shattered.
No one answered the door, so I pressed the buzzer a few more times, then punched it out of frustration. “Ouch!” I cried, shaking my hand. Nothing was going right today, everything working against me.
Now even more annoyed, I made my way around the house, mumbling and grumbling, wondering whether Daniel was out back or in the pool house. Yes! That was where he was. I’d forgotten what his sister had said about him staying there, my brain too frazzled from the long, cold walk to think straight.
I passed the pool, which was a massive oval hidden under a gray cover and a sprinkling of snow. The pool house had even more on top, making it look like a picturesque cottage—unlike the main house. The architect should’ve been bitch slapped for designing the two-story eyesore. It was one of those utilitarian designs, with concrete walls and too much glass, that made a factory look like the White House.
I went to knock on the cottage’s front door but stopped as a loud “Oh God!” ripped through the air—and it definitely didn’t sound like praying. I clenched my hands, hoping like hell that Daniel wasn’t doing the traitor. I’d told him numerous times not to go with Zuko, that he was setting himself up for a tub of ice cream and a bucketful of tears, but he refused to listen. The soppy fool had even told me they were meant to be together, pointing out that their combined names were Danny Zuko, Daniel a massive Grease fan. My answer was that Zuko wasn’t his real name, that it was Riley, the same as Daniel’s half-brother. He hadn’t taken too kindly to that, telling me to stay out of his business. As if! Plus, Daniel was my business.
I went to barge inside, wanting to give Zuko a piece of my mind, but the door was damn well locked. Like that was going to stop me. I was a right Nancy Drew, while Daniel was my Hardy Boy, someone I needed to save from the evil villain called Zuko Petone. I skirted around the side of the cottage, looking for an open window, luckily finding one ajar. I pushed it open and grabbed onto the window ledge, hauling myself up, my gymnastic skills coming in handy. I wasn’t just a cheerleading queen on ice, I was also a gymnast, a talent I was born with. My mom had told me countless times that she’d had a terrible pregnancy due to me constantly kicking, or in her words, ‘doing backflips in her belly’.
I jumped down into the lounge with barely a sound, total cat burglar material, or even better, Catwoman. I was a sexy, young Michelle Pfeiffer ready to kick ass, namely Zuko’s. I stalked over to the bedroom door, not caring what I was about to see. I’d already seen Daniel naked, while I’d watched Zuko’s sex tape once... twice... Okay, I’d seen it several times.
I pushed the door open, about to rip them both a new hole, but snapped my mouth shut, what was on the bed not what I’d expected. Coach Cassidy was naked and in between Daniel’s legs, doing things that I definitely wasn’t all right with seeing. I screamed and ran out of the room, wanting to gouge my eyes out, to bleach my brain, but before I could get to the front door, a large hand grabbed me from behind, spinning me around. I screamed louder, but Daniel’s coach clamped a meaty hand over my mouth, pushing me against the closed door. I bit down hard enough to draw blood, making him yell out. He raised his other hand, looking like he was going to strike me.
“No!” Daniel hollered, causing him to freeze. Daniel shuffled toward us with a blanket wrapped around his body. “You can’t hurt her.”
“She bit me!” Coach Cassidy snapped, now holding his hand. Pain was etched into his hard face, deepening the grooves in his forehead.
“You were fucking Daniel!” I yelled back, my anger shifting to Daniel. “This is Trudy’s dad! Your coach! Not to mention a relic!”
“Hey!” Coach Cassidy barked.
I threw him a disgusted look, wishing he’d covered up like Daniel. He was a hulk of a man, who probably pooped out steroids.
“It
’s true! You’re way too old for Daniel,” I replied. “Plus, he’s a top not a bottom, you gross old man.”
The coach’s face turned bright red, a vein in the middle of his forehead ready to burst. “You’re pushing your luck, girl,” he growled, stepping closer—too close.
I squealed, “Your dick touched me!” and stomped on his foot.
Hollering at the top of his lungs, he grabbed his foot and started hopping around.
My angry gaze returned to Daniel. “I can’t believe you let him fuck you! What is wrong with your brain? And without a condom? Are you nuts? Oh, please, please tell me you wore a condom with Zuko. He’s probably got every STI under the sun, and—”
“Brooke!” Daniel yelled. “Stop!”
I went to tell him that I could say whatever the hell I liked, that he had no right to order me to be quiet, but he rudely interrupted me again.
“Ssh!” he said, raising a finger. “No more. And he did wear a condom. He pulled it off.”
“He still shouldn’t have been doing you!”
“Just promise you won’t say a word.”
“No! He should lose his job for this.”
“Brooke! Promise me.”
I let out a huff, not wanting to promise anything, what the coach had done wrong.
“Brooke,” Daniel said, his big blue eyes now pleading with me. “You can’t say a word.”
“Fine,” I grunted, although it wasn’t. “But only if you do something in return for me. Peeping Lucy wiped Zuko’s sex tape from my computer, so I need another copy. And by the way, we can’t report her for it ’cause she’s got a...” I glanced at the coach, who was now sitting on the sofa, massaging his foot. I lowered my voice to a whisper so he didn’t hear what I had to say next. “She has a picture that could get me into a lot of trouble. Regardless, I can still get Zuko back for blabbing to Riley. I wanna send the tape to all of his teammates.”
Daniel’s eyes went massive. “No! You can’t do that!”
“No one can tell it’s your dick, so don’t worry.”
“I don’t care, you’ll ruin him.”
“Then, he shouldn’t have ruined things for me.”
“You’re still not getting that tape.”
My attention moved to his coach, who was still on the sofa. “How much jail time will coachie-poo get for fucking a student?”
The coach’s head whipped around to me, but it was Daniel who spoke. “I’m eighteen, so he’ll get nothing.”
“He’ll still lose his job, probably his family too.”
Daniel stared at me in horror. “I can’t believe you’re trying to blackmail me.”
“Oh, don’t take it personally, you know I love you to bits. You just need to remember where your loyalties lie. With me.” I patted his arm. “I expect to see the tape in my email by tonight.”
“No!” Daniel snapped. “I’m not giving you Zuko’s tape. I shouldn’t have given it to you in the first place. I was upset and hurt, wasn’t thinking right when I did it.”
“That’s not my problem, my problem is Zuko, who needs a healthy dose of karma. So, one more time, email me the tape or I’ll make sure your dad knows all about Coach Sodomy.”
“You’re not telling my father, end of story,” Daniel spat, now looking furious. “Especially if you value our friendship.”
I huffed again, annoyed he’d played my bluff. “Fine, though you still should’ve told me about him.” I indicated to the coach. “After all, I’m your BFF, so you’re on thin ice for lying.”
“I didn’t lie, I just didn’t tell you.”
“Lying by omission, then.”
“Shut the hell up and get out!” the coach snapped, his face a mask of pain, my stomp first rate.
“Nope, I’m staying,” I said, walking over to the other sofa. I took a seat across from him, narrowing my eyes at the big oaf. “And Daniel loves Zuko, old man.”
“Stop insulting him, Brooke,” Daniel said, sounding frustrated. He slumped down next Coach Cassidy, tucking his feet to the side, still swimming in the blanket. “I care for him, too.”
My eyebrows shot up, but not at Daniel’s words, at the smile crossing the coach’s face. “Seriously?” I said to him. “I know Daniel’s hot, but seriously? He wasn’t even born in the same century as you, you pedophile.”
The coach’s smile instantly dropped. “Daniel’s eighteen, an adult.”
“Barely,” I said, crossing one leg over the other. “How long has this been going on for? And I hope you’re not gonna say when you started coaching him,” Daniel having been fourteen.
“We started after he turned eighteen,” the coach said.
I rolled my eyes. “And the tooth fairy’s real.” I snorted out a laugh at the comment. “Hey, did you used to put money under Trudy’s pillow for her teeth when she was a kid? ’Cause that would make you a fairy in more ways than one.”
“Brooke!” Daniel snapped. “Stop being a bigot.”
“I’m not a bigot, I just don’t like him. He’s older than your dad, while you’re the same age as his daughter, someone you’ve also fucked.”
The coach’s head whipped around to Daniel, making me realize that maybe I shouldn’t have said that. The man rose to his feet, still fully naked, and towering over Daniel like he wanted to body slam him into next year.
“You had sex with my daughter?!” he yelled.
Daniel shrank into the seat, looking scared.
“Don’t you dare yell at him!” I rose up. “Trudy was all over him, basically jumping his bones before he knew what was happening, and you know it’s true, ’cause Daniel likes boys, which is why you should stay away from him, old man.”
The coach’s head whipped around to me. “Leave!”
“No, I need a place to stay for the night. My dad’s mad at me. I have no intention of going back until he calms down.”
“Brooke,” he growled, “don’t forget that I know all about what you get up to. Daniel told me more than I bet you’re willing to let get out.”
“I didn’t say anything bad,” Daniel said, his worried gaze flicking to me.
“What she did to Melissa was pretty bad to me.”
“Daniel!” I cried, shocked he’d told him.
“I didn’t mean to,” Daniel said, looking guilty as sin. “We were talking about past experiences, and it just slipped out.”
Coach Cassidy smiled. “Checkmate, darling.”
“Nope! Melissa went with Daniel willingly, so this is on her, and even if it wasn’t, Riley dumped me, which means there are no consequences for me. But there’ll be plenty for you if anyone found out what you’re doing with Daniel.”
“Not if I deal to you first!” he barked.
“You’re bluffing.”
He stepped closer. “You want to try me, girl?”
Daniel jumped up and grabbed his arm. “You can’t hurt her.”
Coach Cassidy jerked his arm free, the man seething, the veins in his forehead, neck and arms looking like they were going to burst. “Go to your room, Daniel,” he said, not looking away from me.
“I’m not your kid!” Daniel snapped. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Last warning, go to your room, while I deal with the problem.”
“No, and Brooke—”
The coach spun around, grabbing Daniel by the throat. Daniel’s eyes went wide with shock, but he didn’t do anything, other than grabbing onto his coach’s wrist. But me...
I launched myself onto the man’s back, clawing at his face. Yelling out, he let go of Daniel and reached back, grabbing hold of me. He ripped me off his back and threw me onto the sofa. Daniel went at him, but he shoved him back, knocking him onto me. I cried out, Daniel rolling off me. He went to get back up, looking like he was going to attack his coach again, but the man shoved him back onto the sofa, this time next to me.
“Stay down!” he yelled at Daniel.
And he did, along with me, the look on the man’s face terrifying,
his eyes burning holes into us. “If she wants to stay, she will be silent,” he growled. “If she goes, she will say nothing of this. Don’t think I haven’t gotten things on Daniel as well, like that picture of him with the murdered boy and Zuko.”
I gasped. “You have what?” My gaze went to Daniel. “You killed that kid?”
“No!” Daniel said. “Zuko and I just had a one-night-stand with him, nothing more.” He turned his upset gaze on Coach Cassidy. “You can’t leak it, it’ll look suspicious. It’ll not only out me and Zuko, it could get us arrested. My dad wouldn’t be able to protect me this time.”
“I won’t do a thing,” Coach Cassidy replied, “as long as that girl keeps her mouth shut.”
“Okay,” I said, “you’ve outplayed me. I won’t say a word, but seriously, you should fuck your wife not Daniel.”
He grimaced at me. “Can you just leave? Trudy went to Daniel’s house to spend the night with Maddie. How about you go there, too?”
“Only if Daniel comes with me.”
“I can’t,” Daniel replied.
“But he grabbed your throat.”
“He wouldn’t have hurt me; it was just a warning.”
“No, Daniel, you wouldn’t let anyone else do that to you, you shouldn’t let him either.”
“It doesn’t matter, you should go.”
“Yes, Brooke, leave,” the coach said.
I ignored him. “Daniel, please come with me.”
He shook his head. “I’m not going back home.”
“So, you’d rather get abused than deal with your dad?”
“It wasn’t abuse.”
“He grabbed your throat!”
“I said it was only a warning.”
“Stop making excuses for him! You do the same with Zuko. People use and abuse you, and you let them.”
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the sofa, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please, just go.”
“No. He hurt you.”
His eyes snapped open. “Leave!”
“No, and you can’t make me.” My attention shifted to the coach. “I’ll be sleeping out here, so you better be nice to Daniel or I’ll be calling your daughter, so she can hear her daddy fuck the boy she has a crush on.”
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