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The phone ringing woke us up. Groggily, I sat up with pain shooting through my ribs. I winced and hissed in pain, but got to the phone and answered it without looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?”
“Hello. Is this Bradley Uppercrust the third speaking?” “Yes. Who is this?” “Sorry for the informalities. This is the police department zero-six-eight-eight, and you called us yesterday about your abusive ex-boyfriend, correct?”
My pulse got quicker, making me wide awake. “Yes, yes. I did. How is it looking?” “He had finally woken up, so we took him in. We questioned him, of course. He denied everything that has been said,” said the police officer, his words knocking the air out of my lungs.
He continued. “But as soon as we mentioned your condition, his behavior changed. We took this opportunity to search for the issue. We understand that you cheated on Mr. Tank, and politely asked him to leave your residence, yet Mr. Tank used unnecessary force on you, one can say violence. We will qualify this as assault and even an attempt at sexual assault. For this Mr. Tank will stay in prison for some time, an exact time must be given by the court. We will call you for your testimony. Goodbye.”
Speechless, I slowly put the phone away, turning to the sleeping Max. I quickly ran to him, shaking him by his shoulders, trying to wake him up. “Max. Max! Wake up!” “Wha- what is happening?” “Max! They took him away!” “Who?” “The police! They took Tank away. He will go to prison for what he did to me!”
That seemed to have woken him up, thus he got up and hugged me. A little too tight, making me ache and hiss in pain. He quickly let go, a mix of happiness and worry displaying on his face.
I called both Barry and Mocha to tell them this amazing news, content I didn't have to fear for my life anymore.
And so my life went on. I didn't make it into the competition, thus I was still recovering from my wounds. Tank couldn't play in the big hockey game, yet Max could and attracted a lot of investors and coaches of different professional teams. Everybody was very happy for him and proud of him, but none of them as happy or proud as me.
Max and I made it official. We even made it to the number three cutest couple on campus. We went on lot of different dates, and I even taught Max how to do a few tricks on the ice. This helped him in his future matches, making him more flexible than an average hockey player, surprising everybody.
Mocha made it big in her career. She took her coaching skills further and started coaching other figure-ice athletes, making it to the nationals a few times.
I, on the other hand, took my observation skills into consideration and started a training by Barry as a hockey coach. With my skills I was to great help to the campus team, and later by the big team where my boyfriend, future husband, played.
Me and Max got married seven years later on our anniversary. It was a beautiful venue with ice skultures and pastel blue colors to match it. We invited everybody, even my not-so-accepting father, sho had no other choice than to obligate in this situation.
We adopted a baby girl a year later, naming her Lizzie after my teacher. We love her very dearly and wouldn't give her up for anything. All of us are happy to be together, to live a happy life. Just as it should be.