Thursday, September 19, 2024
Cheer, crutches and love chapter 9
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 9
"Everything okay?" Nick's voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.
I forced a smile. "Yeah, just tired." I lied.
He nodded, but I could tell he wasn't fully convinced. He knew me well enough by now to sense when something was on my mind.
As the miles stretched on, I kept replaying the conversation with my mom. I knew she meant well, and in some ways, she was right. I should be careful. But there was this fire inside me that wouldn't allow me to slow down. The final competition was everything. I had to prove to myself that I could come back stronger, that this injury hadn't broken me.
Nick reached over and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "You know, you don't have to rush back into things. You're healing at your own pace."
I looked at him, my heart warming at his concern. "I know, but... you don't understand. I can't miss the final competition. I've worked too hard for this. I need to be ready."
He sighed, his eyes flicking between me and the road. "I get that it's important, but what happens if you push too hard and end up making things worse? You've come so far, Hailey. I don't want to see you hurt again."
His words hit me like a gut punch, but I tried to brush them off. "I'll be fine. I know my body, and I know what I can handle."
Nick didn't push it further, but I could feel the weight of his worry. I appreciated his concern, but he didn't know what it felt like to be so close to a dream, only to have it threatened by something beyond your control. I had to fight for this. I had to push through the pain.
As the car rolled into the driveway, I exhaled, feeling the tension in my chest loosen slightly. I knew I had to be careful, but in my mind, there was no other option. The competition was looming, and I was determined to be ready...even if it meant pushing my limits.
Nick parked the car and turned to me, his eyes soft with concern. "Just promise me you'll listen to your body, okay?"
I nodded, leaning over to kiss him softly. "I promise." But deep down, I knew my determination would always push me beyond what was safe. It was a risk I was willing to take.
The moment Nick turned off the ignition and stepped out, something shifted in me. I looked down at my crutches, my bandaged ankle, and without thinking, I made a decision right then and there. It was time to start my return, no waiting, no hesitation.
I swung one crutch over to the back seat and left it there. Grabbing just one crutch, I hoisted myself out of the car, taking a deep breath. The cool air hit me as I stood on my feet, the familiar pain in my ankle reminding me it wasn't fully healed. But instead of relying on both crutches, I limped forward, letting my weight rest more on my injured leg.
Nick turned to look at me, confusion crossing his face. "Hailey... what are you doing?"
I smiled at him, my heart racing with determination. "I'm starting my comeback now," I said, limping toward the house. "One crutch from now on.'
He moved toward me, concern etched in his features. "Are you sure? You don't want to push too hard right away."
But I just shook my head, taking another limping step forward. "I've been off my feet long enough, It's time."
He watched me carefully, as if he was ready to catch me if I faltered. And I could feel his tension, the worry in his eyes. But at that moment, nothing could hold me back. Each step felt like a victory, a small but important one.
As I limped toward the front door, I could feel the pain, but it was bearable, almost like a reminder of how far I'd come. The road ahead wouldn't be easy, but I had made my choice. From this moment on, I was done holding back.
Nick sighed softly but followed me up the path, staying close but not stopping me. "Just don't overdo it, okay?"
I glanced at him, giving him a reassuring smile. "I won't. But I've got to start somewhere."
The smell of sweat, chalk, and determination filled the gym as I sat on the bench, my leg stretched out in front of me. The buzz of excitement and nerves hummed in the background, with my teammates going through their warm-ups. But right now, my focus was entirely on Nick, kneeling in front of me, carefully wrapping my ankle in supportive bandage that had become a necessary routine.
"How's that?" Nick asked, his voice low and steady, as he looked up at me, his hands smoothing the wrap securely around my ankle. His fingers lingered for a moment, ensuring it was tight enough to give me support but loose enough to allow movement.
"Perfect," I murmured, watching his focused expression. His concern had been constant through this whole ordeal, but he knew how much this meant to me, how much I needed to be out there again.
Nick sat back, eyes scanning my leg, the once full leg cast now a distant memory, replaced by the tightness of the wrap. "Are you sure you're ready?" His tone was gentle but laced with that familiar worry. I leaned forward and gave him a reassuring smile, even though my heart was pounding. "I've been ready for weeks," I lied, placing my hand on his shoulder.
He nodded, though I could see the internal battle in his eyes. He wanted me to be safe, but he also knew he couldn't keep me from this. Not now. Not when I was so close. He stood, offering his hand to help me up.
With a deep breath, I took his hand and pulled myself to my feet, testing the weight on my ankle. There was still a dull ache, but it was manageable. I had trained hard, spent countless hours rebuilding my strength. This was my moment.
"Just don't push too hard. You've come this far, don't ruin it now."
I chuckled softly, more to ease my nerves than anything else. "I know, I know. Slow and steady." But in the back of my mind, I knew I wasn't going to hold back. Not today.
The sounds of the rhythmic breathing of my teammates filled the space. They were already deep into their routines, focused and driven. My heart swelled with pride. The familiar stretch of my muscles, the pull of my body moving in ways it hadn't for months, sent a rush of adrenaline through me. I started slow, just like we had planned. Light exercises, testing my ankle, seeing how far I could push without crossing the line.
Nick stayed close, watching every move, his eyes never leaving me. It was both comforting and frustrating. I knew he was there out of love, but I also knew he was scared I'd push too hard. After several minutes of warm-up, the ache in my ankle was there, but I powered through it. I had to. The competition was just weeks away, and I didn't have time to waste. Every second counted.
I started the drills slowly, feeling the strain in my ankle with each step, but it wasn't unbearable. The rhythm came back naturally, my body remembering what it needed to do. Step after step, I pushed harder, my focus narrowing to just me and the floor beneath me.
But then, as I hit my stride, a sharp pain shot through my ankle, and I stumbled slightly, my balance wavering. Nick was there in an instant, his arms steadying me before I could fall.
"That's enough for today," he said firmly, his voice full of that protective tone I knew too well.
"No, I'm fine. I can keep going," but the pain in my ankle told me he was right
"Not today. You've pushed enough."
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 10 to come
K
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Cheer, crutches and love chapter 8
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 8
"Hailey, you're pushing yourself too hard, you need to be careful. The last thing we want is for you to re-injure yourself."
I sighed and smiled at him remembering him wrapping my sprained ankle. "I know, but I'm just so tired of being stuck like this. I want to walk on my own again, without crutches, without a cast. I miss feeling normal."
"I get that," he replied, his tone gentle. "But you have to give it time. You're healing, but it's a process. Don't rush it."
There was a pause, and I caught the way his gaze lingered on my cast, a flicker of something in his eyes, something conflicted. He had always been so supportive, so understanding, yet I could sense there was more beneath the surface.
"Nick," I began hesitantly, "is there something on your mind?"
He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. "It's just... I don't know how to explain it," he finally said, his voice low. "Seeing you like this, on crutches, with your ankle wrapped in ace bandages or in a cast... I've been having these strange feelings. Part of me is worried about you, about you pushing too hard, but there's also this other part of me that... I don't know, it's confusing"
I looked at him, sensing a confirmation, "Confusing how?"
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's like... seeing you vulnerable like this, it makes me want to protect you, to take care of you. But at the same time, there's this... very intense sexual attraction, I guess, that I wasn't expecting. There is something about you being on crutches, with your ankle injured... it's like I can't stop thinking how desirable you are with your knee bent walking on crutches"
I looked at Nick, surprised by his confession. I had noticed something about how he felt about me, I could see the truth in his words. I felt a stirring in my chest, a warmth that spread through my body. I realized that I felt the same way about him.
"I know what you mean," I said softly, sliding my cast along his lap, noticing the hardness beneath his pants. Nick's breath hitched as I moved my cast against him, his eyes darkening with desire. "Hailey, you tease, what are you doing?"
"I'm showing you that it's ok to have sexual or fetish attraction, I want you so much."
Nick's hands went to my hips, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his body, the strength of his muscles beneath his clothes. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his, feeling the electric spark that passed between us. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. I could feel the hardness of his penis pressing against my thigh, and I knew that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
Nick's hands went to my cast just like he did my ace bandages before. "Are you sure about this?"
I nodded, biting my lip. "Yes."
We undressed each other slowly, our hands trembling with desire. I could see the lust in his eyes as he looked at me, his body covering mine. I could feel the heat of his skin, the weight of him pressing down on me. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. His hand went between my legs, his fingers sliding inside me. I moaned, arching my back, my hips bucking against his hand. He rubbed my clitoris, his fingers moving in slow circles.
Nick positioned himself at my entrance, his penis hard and ready. He pushed inside me, slowly at first. I could feel every inch of him, filling me up, stretching me out. I moaned, my hips bucking against him.
He started to move, his hips thrusting against mine. I wrapped my cast this time around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me.
"Hailey, be careful" he murmured,
"Nick, please. Don't worry." I moaned.
He complied, his hips thrusting harder and faster. I could feel the tension building inside me, my orgasm just out of reach then I felt my orgasm, my muscles tensing and he exploded inside me.
A few weeks later, my cast was off, and my lower leg and ankle were now wrapped in layers of ace bandages. Though I was still on crutches, I was finally able to partly bear weight on my leg, taking slow, careful steps. It was a relief, both physically and emotionally, to feel like I was finally getting back to myself.
"Good morning, beautiful," Nick murmured sleepily as he rolled over to face me, his fingers lightly brushing my injured ankle. His touch, gentle and intimate, sent a familiar shiver in my lower leg and ankle.
"Good morning, It's hard to believe that just a few months ago, I felt so overwhelmed by everything, my injury, long leg cast, the crutches, feeling so disconnected. And now..."
"And now you have me," Nick finished with a smile, his voice full of affection.
Later that morning, Nick helped me get ready for our trip to visit my parents. It was the first time they would see me since I had shed the cast, and though I was still using crutches, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I was healing, slowly but surely.
He stood by my side as I crutched toward the car, steady and patient as always. The drive was peaceful, and as we pulled up to my parents' house, a familiar wave of nostalgia washed over me. The house, with its wraparound porch and carefully manicured garden, had always been a place of comfort.
"Are you ready?" Nick asked as he helped me out of the car, his hand gently resting on my lower back.
"Yeah," I nodded, adjusting my grip on the crutches and taking a deep breath. "I am."
My mom was the first to greet us, rushing out the front door with a look of concern and relief.
"Oh, sweetheart, it's so good to see you!" she exclaimed, her eyes flickering to the bandages on my leg. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm doing much better, Mom," I reassured her with a smile. "The cast is off, and I can put weight on it now."
She hugged me carefully, her arms warm and comforting. "I'm so proud of you, Hailey. You've been through so much, but you've handled it all with such grace."
As we sat down for lunch, the conversation flowed easily, the atmosphere light and filled with laughter. Nick and my dad talked sports, while my mom fussed over me, making sure I was comfortable. It felt good to be surrounded by family, to be reminded that I wasn't going through this journey alone. At one point, as I shifted in my chair, my mom glanced at my bandaged leg.
"You're being careful, right? Not pushing too much?" she asked, her brow furrowed with motherly concern.
"Yes, Mom," I laughed. "I'm following all of Dr. Turner's instructions. Nick's been keeping an eye on me too."
On the drive back, I couldn't shake the memory of my mom's words from earlier. Her voice echoed in my head, filled with that familiar motherly concern: "You're being careful, right? Not pushing too much?"
I had laughed it off at the time, smiling to reassure her. "Yes, Mom. I'm following all of Dr. Turner's instructions. Nick's been keeping an eye on me too." But now, as the countryside blurred past the car windows, the reality hit me harder than I cared to admit.
The truth was, I wasn't being as careful as I let on.
Sure, I was doing my rehab exercises and crutching around the house as I was supposed to. But in the back of my mind, the clock was ticking. Time was running out, and soon, I'd need to be back on the field, training with my team. My ankle had to be ready, there were no other options.
I shifted in my seat, adjusting my bandaged leg, feeling the familiar ache in my ankle that came with overdoing it. I tried to ignore it, tried to push it down like I'd been doing for weeks.I glanced over at Nick, his hands steady on the wheel as he navigated the quiet roads back home. He had been amazing through all of this, patient and supportive in ways I hadn't expected. But even he didn't fully understand the pressure I was feeling, my need to get back in shape, to prove to myself and everyone else that I could still compete at the highest level.
I didn't just want to make the final competition. I had to. I needed it more than anything, before I could retire from cheerleading. The thought of sitting out, watching from the sidelines, was unbearable. I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling up inside me.
I'd worked too hard, come too far, to let this injury stop me now.
I wouldn't let it.
Cheer, crutches and love
Chapter 9 to come
K
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