All went as Peyton Ramparts had planned. Godzilla had his little meeting with Miles Meyers behind the 7-11, and as instructed, Godzilla gave Meyers a good working over and let him know in no uncertain terms that if his girlfriend, Linda Saunders, didn’t stop tormenting Misty this would be just a small taste of what was in store for Miles’s if his girlfriend didn’t comply with the instructions.
Godzilla also reminded Meyers that a public apology from Linda was non-negotiable. Right after the Miles Myers incident with Godzilla, Miles phoned Linda Saunders and told her what had transpired.
“I can’t do that!” was Linda’s initial response. I would be totally humiliated and would lose all credibility with the other girls.”
“It will be a lot worse for you if you don’t comply.” Miles told her. If the rest of the team and the girls find out that you are the reason I got beat up, they would blame you. Think about it. Linda. If Godzilla gives me a much worse beating than I took tonight, I could be out of the lineup for weeks, just when the team needs me the most. Then what are the Cougars going to do? They only have two goalies and we will both be out with injuries.”
“You’re putting me very tough position, Miles. It’s like being between a rock and a hard place,” Linda said.
“But I’m right. Aren’t I Linda? And anyway. whose idea was it to spread those nasty rumors about Misty and Rick in the first place?” Miles responded.
“Okay I’ll do it! I’ll call the girls together for an emergency meeting just before the game tomorrow.”
After Rick Miller was released from the hospital, Brad Keenan gave him a phone call. “So what did you decide about playing hockey this year Rick?”
“I’m going to take the recommended three weeks off, Coach and then will play it by ear from there,” Rick answered.
“Are you sure that you shouldn’t just take the rest of the season off?” Brad asked.
“No. I don’t want to do that Coach. We still have a good chance of making a run for the playoffs this season.
“Yes, we do,” the coach said. “I’m just hoping that the rest of the team puts their full support behind Miles Meyers during the next three weeks or however long your recovery takes. They don’t seem to have much confidence in Miles right now.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it Coach. I’ll be coming to watch all the games. While I’m there, I’ll encourage the players to backup Miles. In fact, I’ll insist upon it. I’ll also be in the dressing room between periods to give Miles advice if he starts to struggle,” Rick said.
“I knew that I could count on you Rick. You are definitely a team player.”
It sounds like you’re living a very unstable life right now,” Roger observed. “How did you get addicted to opiates?”
“It all started in high school. I think I was around fifteen years old at the time. Opiates are not the first drug I ever took. I’m no angel. When I was twelve my friends and I started smoking marijuana and drinking alcohol. Sometimes we’d even steal some of our parents’ prescription drugs.
Then, at a party I met another girl and got into a physical fight with her. During the fight she pushed me down stairs leading to the second floor of the house. I fell all the way down the stairs until I landed on my back in the stair well. I lied there and don’t remember how long I remained unconscious. When I finally ‘came to,’ I was lying on a hospital bed. I could see a doctor and a nurse standing over me.
When he could see that I had regained consciousness, the doctor began to speak to me. He was an older man, probably in his mid-forties. His hair was short and was a salt-and-pepper color. He wore dark rimmed glasses.”
‘You are very lucky girl,” he said. “You took a very bad fall and could have been seriously injured. There are a lot of nasty contusions on your shoulders and back, but there doesn’t appear to be any paralysis or permanent injury to your back or spine. I will be sending you for some x-rays just to be on the safe side. How is your pain?’
“I tried to move and let out a scream of pain. ‘Very bad,’ I told the doctor. He took out a prescription and wrote me a prescription for OxyContin. As soon as I took my first OxyContin I felt wonderful. The pain was still there, but I felt like I was floating on a cloud. I didn’t have a worry in the world. From that point on I was an opiate addict,” Glenda said. “Roger, do you mind if I go outside for a smoke. A cigarette might help me to calm down.”
“No. go right ahead. Glenda, do you like dogs?
“I love dogs,” Glenda answered.
My old dog Buddy is in the backyard. He’s a very old black Labrador retriever, but he still enjoys going for a walk. Would you be able to take Buddy for a walk while you are having your smoke break?”
“Absolutely. I’d love to. I didn’t know that you owned a dog, Roger. I could hear some barking outside, but I assumed it was a neighbor’s dog,” Glenda replied.
“After your walk you can bring Buddy in the house. He is a little shy of people he doesn’t know, but after you’ve spent a lot of bit of time with him, he’ll love you. Especially, if you take him for a walk,” Roger said getting out of his Lazy Boy chair.
“You don’t need to get up. I’ll find Buddy on my own and I’ll take him for a walk.”
“Buddy’s leash is hanging up on a nail on the back door,” Roger said settling back down into his chair. Glenda grabbed the leash and opened the back door. Buddy looked up at her and began to bark. Glenda had owned a dog when she was living with her mother and was very good at handling shy dogs. She found a box of dog treats on top of Roger’s refrigerator. Glenda took a few treats out of the box to give to Buddy. She slowly walked up to the old black lab, spoke very gently to him and gave him a treat. Buddy took the treat very readily and Glenda didn’t have any problem attaching the dog’s leash. Buddy wagged his tail to indicate that he was more than ready to go on a walk with Glenda.
Roger got up from his easy chair and walked up to his living room window to look outside. He continued to talk to Glenda with his back toward her.
“I’ll be up front with you Glenda. I’m an alcoholic in recovery. I’ve only been sober a little past a year now. I got sober in Alcoholics Anonymous and recently received my one year of sobriety pin. Roger didn’t know why he was sharing such personal information with a stranger.
“Can I use your washroom, Roger? I need to pee.”
“Sure, the washrooms just upstairs, the first door on your right.”
Roger now had a couple of minutes to collect his thoughts and started to realize how bizarre this situation was. He had just invited a complete stranger into his home and was talking to her as if she was an old friend.
When Glenda came back downstairs, and entered Roger’s small living room, it was obvious that she had tried to clean herself up. She had washed her face and her mascara was no longer running.
“I know all about addiction myself, Roger. I’m hooked on narcotic opiates like oxycodone. I’ve also been diagnosed as having BPD.” Glenda said matter-of-factly.
“What’s BPD Roger asked. “I may have read about it.” asked.
“It’s a psychiatric disorder known as borderline personality disorder. It makes me act really crazy at times. I just thought that I’d warn you,” Glenda said.
Roger turned his head toward Glenda and looked her squarely in the eyes, “I’m shocked that you would tell me that.”
“Don’t be. I’m very straight up with people,” Glenda replied.
“Do you have a place to live right now?” Roger asked.
“Not really. I’ve kind of been homeless for the last couple of months. I just sort of couch surf.” Roger looked at all Glenda’s piercings and wondered if their installation caused her a lot of pain. Glenda’s midriff T-shirt was sleeveless and Roger observed a pentagram tattoo on Glenda’s right shoulder.
“What does couch surfing mean? Excuse me, but I’m an old man and I don’t get to learn a lot of young people’s lingo.
Glenda smiled and laughed, “It means that I stay for short periods of time, usually a few days, at other people’s places and usually sleep on the couch, or sometimes I sleep in my own sleeping bag.”
“I will estimate the time of Meyers’ expected arrival at the store and will ask Godzilla to wait outside the doors until Miles arrives. When Meyers leaves the store with his banana flavored slurpee in hand, Godzilla will tell Myers that he is a big fan and would like to have a smoke with him in the back of the 7-11. Once there, Godzilla will inform Mike Meyers of the real reason for his visit. He will let Meyers know in no uncertain terms that he is to stop his girlfriend, Linda Saunders, from spreading around anymore malicious rumors about Misty Roberts and Rick Miller. Furthermore, Miles will need to convince Linda that is in the couple’s best interests to call an emergency meeting of the hockey wives. During this meeting, Linda will take back all the vicious rumors that she said about Rick and Misty, informing the other girls that they are all lies. To top matters off, Linda will make a public apology to Misty and Rick. To make sure that Miles Meyers gets the message, Godzilla will manhandle and rough Miles up enough that he realizes the seriousness of the matter.
“What does Godzilla have to do with Misty’s problem?” Sabrina asked.
“Oh, in a very creative way, he can put an end to Linda Saunders badmouthing Misty and Rick,” Peyton answered.
“I’ll ask Godzilla to pay a surprise visit to see Miles Meyers after hockey practise tomorrow. Rick told me that Miles is always the last player to leave the arena. Miles’s physical conditioning is not that great and due to exhaustion following a practise or a game he needs to take off his goalie equipment very slowly. He stops for brief rest periods each time that he takes off a piece of equipment. After undressing, Miles will take a long, hot, soapy shower. He will then put an extra large towel on a bench and lie down for about fifteen minutes. After that Miles slowly and methodically puts on his civilian clothes.
When Miles leaves the arena he will stop off at the 7-11 convenience store around the corner from the arena. Miles usual post practise routine normally takes forty-five to fifty minutes.
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