On thin ice

sorry for the shorter chapter ! I'm currently away from my home continent for the month but I'll still give you guys updates while I'm away

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"I NEED YOU TO LEAVE."

Alarmed, I get up off the couch. "Mrs lawyer needs you for a bit longer?" I give her a half smile. Avoiding my smile, it doesn't stay for much longer. "What's wrong—"

"I need you to go." Her fingers roll into small fists, bringing my attention to her shaking arms. Noticing them herself, she crosses them over her chest to hide it from me but I'm up and stepping over to her long before she can move away.

Stepping back I refuse to give her space, forcing her against the wall. "What's going on." My tone is flat. She was smiling just an hour ago, now she reacts as if I'd personally shot her in the face. "Is everything okay?"

Taking a shallow breath she doesn't scare away from shaking her head, giving me an answer. Anger bubbles in my chest as I scan over her skin to find the source of the problem. "Then explain what's going on so I can fix it,"

"That's what I've been trying to do for the past month or two." Choking out her words, my hand flies to her face, cupping the side of her cheek. Hesitantly leaning into it, it's clear as day that she needs the support.

Furrowing my eyebrows there's a question that's been lingering in the back of my head since she informed me off her meeting. Though I hadn't known how to ask her in that moment. "Why do you need a lawyer for?"

I've had my own since I was in high school to help me handle my contracts or any legal work floating around my sporting. Having one is quite innocent though she's never mentioned being involved in anything that would need one.

It's been a while since I've spoken to mine since I haven't been around the ice hockey scene in a couple weeks. Yet she's clearly talking to hers but I'm not aware of what for—unless I've forgotten that is. It just feels like something I would've remembered.

Clearly uncomfortable with my confrontation, she presses against my chest to get me away but I don't budge. On a regular day I'd follow her movement and do as she pleases but this is something my gut is telling me not to walk away from. Whatever happened between the hour I saw her and when she stood in front of me, it wasn't good and her frustration is piercing through me directly. I don't know why but I'm upsetting her.

Clearly surprised by her realization that I'm not as weak as I let her assume, she presses much harder but still—nothing. I don't move.

I stay in place with my hand on her face and my other blocking her path. Her shoves turn violent and she begins to fight against my hold. Wincing when she screams and drives her knuckles into my abdomen I don't move even shift an inch and I make sure of that.

"Get the fuck off me!" She barks. Ripping my hand off her face, I latch onto her wrist. "Elijah, move." Picking up on the sudden rise in her chest I'm quick to let go of her wrist and slam my hand over her mouth.

"Woah! I'm not going to hurt you! I just want to understand what's going—" I barely get my words out before her now free hand flies through the air and slaps me across the face.