Page 32 of Falcon

“Just what is your problem?” I spat fifty minutes later. Skye Golding turned with her usual sneer.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Beg all you want, Skye, but I wanna know why you’re being such a cunt!” I snapped.

“Mind your language!”

“The fuck I will. I’m done with your shit and baggage. Clearly, you’ve got an issue, and you don’t have the balls to say what to my face. Fine, I’ll report your attitude to your superior and request a new physio. I’m damn sure my trainers won’t be amused. It’s quite obvious you’re not professional.”

“Go ahead, ruin my life, just like always!” Skye yelled.

“I’ve never met you until now, you stupid cunt!” I shouted back. We were toe to toe, and the hatred rolling off her was shocking.

People stopped and stared, horrified at the scene playing out.

“Liar!” Skye shrieked.

“What the fuck? I don’t know you, you crazy bitch!”

“Timothy Chambers!” Skye hissed.

Confused, I blinked and racked my brain. The name rang a bell, but I couldn’t place it.

“God, you set Tim up to take the fall for your drug use, and you don’t even recall him!”

“Wait, a moment. Chambers got kicked off the Olympic team for drug use? I remember now, what the fuck are you suggesting?”

“Asshole, you put your drugs in Tim’s bag, and he was caught!” Skye yelled again.

“The hell I did! Did he tell you why he was removed? Timothy tested positive for cocaine. That’s why he was booted,” I retorted hotly. No way would I have drugs linked to my name. “I’ve had fifteen random drug tests since I became a pro, and I’ve not failed a single one. I had a medical the same day as Timothy; mine was negative. Watch your mouth with these lies, or I’ll sue for slander! Fuck you, shall we do a test now?”

“That’s enough!” Joe Mathers—the senior therapist—said, approaching fast. “Miss Golding, please go wait in my office at once.”

Skye marched off. “You’re a liar, and the entire world will realise that now. Take one right now, I bet you won’t!” Skye shouted.

Angrily, I spun to Joe. “Get me a damn test.”

“You don’t need to do that, Falcon…” Joe began.

“Yeah, I do, because these assholes are recording this. If I don’t do a test immediately, I’m gonna look guilty. That cunt has just thrown my professional reputation into question. As a fuckin’ hospital, you have proper tests. Get sealed packages, because I don’t trust you fuckers not to tamper with it! Actually, bring me at least fifteen, and I’ll pick two random ones. Because I seriously don’t rate this shithole right now.”

I was fuming. “Who wants to watch and make sure I piss in this myself? And I won’t be fuckin’ filmed pissing either.” Nobody volunteered. “Come on, you fuckers were happy to post that shit, now finish this.”

“Falcon, I’ll do it,” a physio said. Two others stepped up, too. “One more.” A patient waved his hand, and I headed to the john with them. I stood at the urinals, my face burning as I pissed into two containers. We marched out together, and I placed both tests on a chair.

After ten minutes we checked, and I held them up. “Both negative. Put that on your fuckin’ social media.” I spun on Joe. “Joe, I want Skye sacked, or I’m suing the hospital for Skye’s slander and the result of it. I’ve never felt so degraded.”

With that, I walked away, furious beyond belief. My phone buzzed, and it was Calamity.

“Luca’s all over that shit-show.”

“Never been so fuckin’ humiliated.”

“Hate to tell you, brother, someone filmed you pissing. He didn’t catch your cock in a picture… but yeah. He put a voiceover saying this was proof you pissed in it yourself. Then recorded those with you, and they’ve got phones out showing the time and date. Guess he was covering your back.”

“Fuckin’ loathe social media,” I hissed as I saw people glancing once and looking away before staring.

“There are a million views, and it’s been fifteen minutes. It’s gone viral.”