The Hitting Zone

After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted. Instagram: @writerhalf_empty https://www.patreon.com/half_empty ~~The Last Curve can be found there, a short story about Rhys Please read on Webnovel! **Names, faces, and places aren’t real. A work of fiction. Nonetheless, it is my work of fiction so please don’t post it without permission. *I have used school names that do exist though, but I would like everyone to know that I have no affiliation with them. Nor do my views reflect their views. **Also, I bought the royalty-free license for my cover. Which means I can use it without having to pay royalties. If you have any questions, comment on my latest chapter or reach me on discord.

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We exited the field together as a team. As soon as the other guys saw Zeke, they all made their way over to say 'hi'. However, Zeke only had eyes for Noah. He took Noah's bag from him and squinted. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Noah frowned and murmured. "Somewhere to be..?"

"Get your back checked out by the trainer, kid." Coach said from behind us. He knew instantly what Zeke was talking about. "I want to see an ice pack strapped to your back within the hour."

"Yea, yea." Noah waved them off. "I know the drill. I'm fine, but gotta be cleared by the trainer. We really need to start dragging Drew to these tournaments." He looked at me. "Want to come with?"

I scoffed. "No, thanks."

Noah laughed and gave a small wave as he started to back away. "Okay, I see how it is." He turned and jogged lightly towards where the trainer's tent was.

"You're not going to follow him?" Coach glanced at Zeke.

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