Chapter 120 Struggling

• Rook POV
• I grip the wheel tighter, my jaw clenched as I pull onto the highway, but my mind is still in that fucking locker room. My body aches, not from playing hard, but from playing like shit. I had no rhythm, no edge, no fucking fight in me, and everyone saw it. I couldn’t even pretend I was fine.
• I should go home. I should go back, shower off the loss, sleep off the weight pressing against my ribs, and move the fuck on. That’s what I’d normally do.