What had I done, I just broke off a marriage. I am going to be in the news and I am going to be the woman who broke off Sidney Crosby’s marriage. The whore, the puck bunny, the home wreaker. Sidney is dragging me out of the church, reporters had gathered outside the church. Sidney closes in on my ear, “Stay close, and don’t answer any questions, you’ll be fine.” I didn’t think he was serious until I was pushed by a man twice my size with a camera and lense into my rib. And then the questions started rolling.
“Sidney! This isn’t your girlfriend!” snap snap snap.
“Where’s Summer!” snapsnap
“Why aren’t you with your wife-to-be?!?!”snap
“What the hell happened?!?!?!” snap snap snap.
By this time we were at Sidney’s Range Rover, and he opened the passenger side door for me. He then ran over to his side and got in. I put my head in my hands, and started shaking. When Sidney got inside, he knew something was wrong. Putting the truck in drive and driving away from the church he pulled over, and took off his bowtie, and sighed. My head was still in my hands, I couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, I was so stupid. “I just broke off a wedding, I’m pretty sure I just sinned. In a church.” I say quietly, and I heard a familiar giggle that I missed so much.
“Well I think I was just about to sin, to marry a women who was insane,”
I laugh, and reply, “That’s not a sin, Sid.” I laugh again, and pick up my head. He looked like he hadn’t slept in months, “You look like shit,” I say, and laugh again.
He roles his eyes. “My life has been hell for the past few months,”
“Were you even dating at the Olympics?” I ask
“No, I met her back here, I was never in love, but her Dad, man he is scarier then mine,”
I gasp, “No one can be scarier then Troy!”
I could tell he was serious now. “Oh he is.” And with that his blackberry started to ring. “Speaking of him” Sid pressed a button, and put the phone to his ear, “Hel-“ the man was so loud that I could hear him from where I was sitting. “I was never in love with her, sir.” He said at one point. “I couldn’t do it, I knew I couldn’t.” he said at another, “I’ve very sorry for the pain I have caused her.” And with that he hung up the phone. And the silence started again. This time I spoke first and I didn’t think he was going to like what I was going to say.
“I leave at 6”
“ We have all night” he replies.
“No, we have 4 hours.” I looked at him and so many emotions and memories come rushing back towards me.
Flashback: I was in love. I was 17 and in love. He was 18, and we sat on a blanket in Cole Harbor on a beach near a boat launch. A radio in the distance was playing, and I never wanted to leave. I didn’t want the NHL to come in between us. I didn’t want my school. My hockey. My future to come in the way. I wanted to stay 17, and in love. But I knew it wouldn’t happen. In two weeks the draft would be taking place, and I would be shipped back to the States and we would start our new journeys. I felt him snuggle closer to me, smelling my hair. He rapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder. The sun was going down, and the orange had an aroma on us, from the radio we could faintly hear “You’ll Think of Me” by Keith Urban, and Sidney loved country, for some odd reason. And I loved Keith, there was something about his accent. And soon as the chorus came around I heard the awful, but wonderful sound of Sid singing, “Take your records, take your freedom, take your memories, I don't need'em, take your space and take your reasons, but you'll think of me, and take your cap and leave my sweater, 'cause we have nothing left to weather, in fact I'll feel a whole lot better, but you'll think of me, you'll think of meeeee” I was going to miss this and I wanted moments like this is the middle of winter. I wanted to walk out of the old theatre in the middle of my town. I wanted Sidney to say, ‘this is a shit load of snow’, just like he says ‘this is a shit load of rain,’ I wanted him to come to my senior game, my big rival game. And I wanted to go to his. This past week I had kept wondering to myself why I had ever been introduced to this kid, and why I fell in love when fate had another plan for us. Moving Sidney to a city, he could be anywhere, west coast, or east. And I would be stuck in little ‘ol Lake Placid. Where hell meets snow. And what we do for fun is what people do when their bored. Then I heard the three littlest words, that mean so much. “I.Love.You” and with that Sidney Patrick Crosby, the kid with the bee stung lips, the unsymmetrical smile, turned me onto his lap, and kissed me so passionately, in such a rush that I forgot all the negatives and lived in that moment. I will never stop loving this goofy kid. And I am 17, and in love.
“Addie” he whispers and reaches for my hand. “I don’t want us to leave each other… again.” He could not look at me, and he shakes, “I just walked away from over 300 important people. I-I-I, I have an ex-fiance or wife or whatever that has shit in my house. I have this issue now. You cannot leave me here, I know that these are my problems, not yours but I am going to need your help. You always know what to do in my deepest downs, my highest ups. I need you.”
Rubbing his hand, trying to soothe him, trying to get him to stop shaking and calm down I reply, “Sid, I have to leave tonight, fly to the city, take a train to Albany, and then drive to Lake Placid, but I promise, I promise you that I am not going to leave you, I need to get clothes that are not wedding attire, so give me a week, a week Sidney, that’s all I ask, and then I will come to Pittsburgh, find an apartment, and we will try us. We will give us another chance. And hopefully this is the only chance we will need.
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While boarding my plane back to the city I thought I was going to loose it. I knew I was going to loose it. How do I explain to everyone that Sidney and I were giving “us” another chance, I was so confident in his SUV but truly I wasn’t confident, I was terrified.
Yea! I am so glad the wedding was broken up! Hope it all works out. Great details. Cant wait to see what happens next.
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