Chapter 57 Liam
Liam
MURPHY EXONERATED: CLUB LIFTS SUSPENSION AFTER NEW VIDEO EVIDENCE
I read the article Jack texted me. The restraining order against Danielle was granted within hours of filing the paperwork. She was arrested two days later. On charges of stalking. The tabloids are having a field day.
She won’t get near me or the people I love again.
My suspension was lifted a couple of days after visiting Jed’s office.
He explained everything to the sponsors, which softened their stance on the punch, so I’m free to play next season.
Coach Miller offered me more time off after what happened in Jed’s office—believe me, none of us were expecting that.
But I said no. I need the pitch. I need the noise, the sweat, the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
I sent the footage to Anna, giving her the choice to do what she wants with it. I didn’t want to act on her behalf. That decision already blew up in my face spectacularly, so I wasn’t going to risk crossing her boundaries again.
She still hasn’t replied. Not a phone call, not a text, and it feels like I can’t breathe. Food tastes like shite, but it’s the nights that are the worst. Sleep is nonexistent as I stare at the ceiling, wondering if she’s okay, if she still has her job, if she still wants me.
If she ever will.
I’ll admit it: what I’m about to do might toe the line of screwing everything up. But I have to. My televised interview is scheduled for noon. I’m going live on air to address why my name has been trending for the last fortnight.
Jed’s labeled it “a statement on the suspension,” but Coach Miller calls it “clarification.” Whatever it is, I’ve been given a script to read like a robot. But the words don’t feel right. They aren’t my truth. I just hope they don’t kick my arse for what I’m about to do.
Jed and Coach Miller follow me and Roman inside the BBC studio, guiding us through to the interview room. I’m seated in a large tub chair, the club’s logo and sponsors lit up on the large flatscreen behind me.
Jed’s to my left and Coach Miller settles into his seat on my right. There are four large cameras pointed at my face, and it feels more like I’m staring down the barrel of cannons.
I’m about to put everything on the line.
And I hope like hell I can pull it off.