Kayden
I ran. Like I always did when I was in trouble. The roar of the arena followed me as I skated out of the rink, but the moment the heavy doors slammed shut behind me, the sound died into a muffled, distant thrum.
I didn't stop. I couldn't. I continued running past the equipment manager, past the security guards who tried to call my name, and straight out into the cold, concrete expanse of the VIP parking lot.
I didn't care about the cameras. I didn't care if any fans or anyone saw me. I just wanted to be alone.
I found a dark corner behind a row of luxury SUVs and I collapsed. My knees hit the concrete hard, but I didn't feel it. I couldn't feel anything except the suffocating weight of my own name.
Derek Hamilton. It had been so long since anyone had called me that.
