Page 16 of Charm on the Rocks
“So hockey taught you how to fight?” Still doubtful.
He gave her a dry look. “I haven’t finished yet,” he said, feigning annoyance. “I had always lived in Newport Beach my entire life. I think the team – the Gulls – were formed after I was about a year old, right? But my mom was used to the rink in Anaheim, so that’s where I learned to skate and that’s where I played Pee Wee Hockey. Now, when you’re from a place like Newport and you play hockey at a place like Anaheim, you get picked on. Anaheim is actually not that bad a place to live in, but when you compare it to a wealthy place like Newport... Well, let’s just say that there’s more diversity in Anaheim because people feel more comfortable in Anaheim rather than Newport. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“People, kids, feel more comfortable with other kids from the same financial background as they do,” Madison said. “Same feels more comfortable with same.”
“Exactly,” Alec said with a curt nod. “Newport kids felt that they were better than Anaheim kids because they came from money while Anaheim kids felt they were better because they didn’t. It was rare for a Newport kid to skate in Anaheim just like it was rare for an Anaheim kid to skate in Newport.”
“But you were a Newport kid and you skated in Anaheim,” Madison pointed out.
“Yeah, I know,” Alec said. “But you know kids, they get their attitudes from their parents. My mom took me to Anaheim. And trust me, those kids let me know that they saw me as different. At first, my hockey team ignored me. When I got good, they would go out of their way to pick on me. There were many fights that I got into – some of them I started, some of them I didn’t – in order to stick up for myself. And the thing is, when I first started going to Anaheim, I wouldn’t have realized there was a difference between me and those kids. It was that they sort of made me feel different when I realized there was an imbalance between us. I was the rich kid and I got beat up a lot for it.” His tone had been serious, and the way he was looking at her with those midnight blue eyes struck her with such intensity that goosebumps burst out all over Madison’s body. But when he finished the sentence, he smiled. “So I learned how to fight and I got good. I don’t want you to have go through what I went through. So please let me walk you to your car.”
“Did you just say please?” she teased. He gave her a look. “All right, all right. Fine. You can walk me to my car. But only if you let me clean that cut on your forehead.”
A drop of blood rolled down the length of his forehead, hanging just above his brow.
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
Madison smiled in triumph, and turned back to head into the women’s locker room. When she realized that Alec wasn’t following her, she turned, her hand still resting on the door handle.
“What?” she asked.
“I don’t know if you realize this,” Alec said in a dry voice, “but that is the female locker room.”
Madison rolled her eyes. “Please. Like you’ve never seen the inside of one before.” She pushed her brow up. “And anyway, I was the last one in there. It’s completely empty, and I know where the first aid kit is. Come on.”
This time, Alec followed her into the locker room and took a seat on a bench between two rows of lockers while Madison flipped back on the lights. She headed over to the top locker on the wall of the room, and grabbed the first aid kit.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Alec asked as Madison placed the box on the bench next to him.
Madison looked up from what she had been doing. She pulled out a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a band aid before shutting it. Instead of answering, she headed over to the sink where a paper towel dispenser was. She grabbed a couple and walked back over to Alec before kneeling down in front of him.
“So let me ask you a question,” she said as she poured some peroxide into the brown paper towels. “What was the deal with all the fighting tonight? I mean, besides the fact that the Prisoners play a scrappy game and everything.” She pressed her lips together, pushing the damp paper towel on his wound, causing him to inhale sharply. “You can take the hit, but not the cure. Oh, man.”
“What do you mean, what’s up with the fighting?” Alec asked through gritted teeth.
Madison pulled back, finished cleaning the wound. She locked eyes with him and said, “You got scored on three different times because of penalties. And it’s only preseason and I feel like these fights are turning ugly. You could get injured, and then what? Are these fights really worth it?” She turned, grabbed the band aid, and placed it on his cut, smoothing down the wrinkles to ensure it stayed on and felt comfortable.
“Of course they’re worth it,” Alec said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Madison furrowed her brow and pushed up so she was standing. She stretched her muscles – kneeling too long caused her knees to tighten a bit – and then straightened. Alec followed suit.
“I don’t get it,” Madison said, grabbing her bag and then throwing away the trash. She came back over to put away the kit back in the locker. “My parents barely fight. I have two sisters and we were more catty with words than with our fists.”
“You are girls,” he said flatly. He opened the door and allowed Madison to walk through it before he followed suit. “Let me guess – you’re the middle child.”
“Actually, I’m the oldest,” Madison said with a smug smile.
The two headed to the exit, walking side by side. Occasionally, their shoulders – well, Madison’s shoulder and Alec’s upper arm due to the obvious size difference between them – would brush, which Madison made it a point to ignore.
“When I was seven, my mother died from melanoma,” Alec said. His voice was slightly hesitant, as though he wasn’t sure he wanted to share this with her. Madison knew she probably should apologize for his mother’s death, but for some reason, she couldn’t bring her mouth to form the words. But it didn’t seem to matter because he decided to continue. “I never met my father and there wasn’t any family close by to take me, so I lived with my step-father. This was just after my first season of Mite Hockey. I’m not sure if my step- father put up with me because he loved my mom so much or what, but even before she died, I kind of got the feeling that he didn’t like kids, and that was proven when he was forced to raise me.”
The couple decided that it might be safest to exit through the back, in hopes to avoid the crowd and the press. Alec, again, opened the door, and the two walked out together into the night.
“He was never abusive or anything dramatic,” Alec continued, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “But it was like he just didn’t care. He would take and pick me up to my games, but he never stayed and watched. When I got an A on a paper or a test, he never congratulated me. I never had a curfew and when I was old enough to cook, he stopped making me meals. At the time, it was cool, but in my entire life, I’d never felt that lonely. So I started to get in trouble, just to get some kind of reaction from him. But it never worked, probably because he really just did not care. He wasn’t a bad guy, he just didn’t care.
“I kept up with hockey, though. And it was my senior year in high school when I met Ken Brown, who had come to a few of my games. I knew exactly who he was – I was a huge Gulls fan – but I was surprised that someone who built Sea Side Ice Palace in Newport would come to Anaheim, whether to scout for players or just to watch the games. After that game, Ken came up to me and invited me to training camp that summer for the Gulls. I don’t know what he saw in me, but after that meeting, I was at the Anaheim rink, working my ass off to be the best skater, the fastest, the best shot, because I knew I’d be in competition with people like Dimitri Petrov. I went to training camp, made first cut, and then, just before the season began, I made the team. And I’ve been on this team ever since.”
He paused, a nostalgic smile on his face. They could hear people shouting and talking near the entrance of the stadium, but there were only a few people in the back parking lot.
“I never felt like I was a part of a family unless I was on a hockey team,” he said. “So when I made the Gulls, I wanted to stay with them. I wanted this team to be my family. The great thing about Ken was that he viewed us, his players, as his family, too. Rarely did he ever trade people unless the players wanted them to or if there was an issue that couldn’t be resolved. He always encouraged loyalty, which is probably the most important trait I look for in a mentor or a friend. I know we aren’t the best team in the league, but this is my family. And because of that, I would fight for them just like I know without a doubt they’d do the same for me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not the brightest kid. I never went to college, graduated high school with a C-average, but I would fight for the people I care about.”
“It’s no wonder you’re so popular with the ladies,” Madison said with a grin, just as they reached her car. “The story is very moving.”
Even though Madison had taken numerous psychology classes and could read people quite easily, but she couldn’t decipher the enigmatic look Alec Schumacher was now giving her. She knew it meant something important, but she had no clue as to how or why.
“I don’t think so,” he said in that charming voice that didn’t match the serious look on his face. “It must be something else because you’re the only lady I’ve told it to.” He glanced away from her, and because they were away from the noisy crowd, the waves crashing into the nearby shore could be heard clearly. And then, he turned and said, “Good night, Madison.”
Again, Madison couldn’t form the words to say something she knew she probably should say. Should she thank him? Should she guarantee that she wouldn’t tell anyone this, not even to Amanda, her closest friend? Instead, she unlocked the door, slid into the driver’s seat, and shut the door. She pulled out of the spot and waved to Alec before driving off.
Something changed between the two. But like so many other things when it concerned Alec Schumacher, Madison did not know what that was.