With everything that had changed over the last six months, one thing had most definitely remained the same. Despite the conversational landmines of super awkward proportions, somehow – some way – they'd made it out of the airport without killing each other or anyone else in the process. Not that she'd really planned on any sort of violence, really. Just that base need to inflict pain had been there, whispering in her ears the same way it had when she'd been in the ring with Kelsey Spencer, telling her to just let it go. It had sounded so much like his voice and now she knew what it meant. Rolling over on the enormous bed, she couldn't help the smile on her face. "Well that's my cardio covered for the next week," Kasey quipped, pushing her hair out of her face.
Staring at the ceiling, Ak wiped the sweat from his brow. "Okay, this is not how I thought today would go…" He rolled onto his side, looking at her, a hand placed onto her cheek. "Although, I will say it was pretty awesome." He smiled, a rare thing at best. "So...what now?"
"Live in the moment?" She had a hopeful look on her face, "at least until reality comes calling."
He nodded. "I can agree to that." He moved his hand from her neck to her chest, gently caressing her pale, warm skin. Seconds passed as he just looked at her, a million questions in his mind.
For a few seconds, she was content to be quiet, simply enjoying everything from his touch and the sound of his voice to the smell of his skin. "Missed this…" she finally said, closing her eyes, "not just… you know… this this but…."
Again, a few moments passed before he found the words he was looking for. "I missed you too, kiddo." There was more than a hint of a smirk at the last word. He placed his head back against the pillow, just looking over to her. "I'd say this is a fine mess we've made, though."
"That damn word." She rested her head against his shoulder, laughing softly. "You did that on purpose." It was easier to focus on the first part rather than acknowledge how right he was, "didn't you? You have no idea how much that fucked me up. Seriously."
"Yeah." He let that single word answer sink in. "You were supposed to hate me. Why didn't you? You were supposed to have moved on, forgotten about me. And calling you that?" Taking a second to think, he shrugged. "Yeah. But...none of it went how I intended."
"Stubborn, remember?" Her fingertips were drawing random patterns on his chest, almost tracing figure-eights over his heart but she wasn't really paying attention. "Don't really hate anyone. People used to give me all kinds of shit for that. Said I was too dumb to know when people weren't worth my time."
"Or maybe, just maybe you always try to see the best in people." He moved his hand to meet hers, slowly moving his hand along her forearm. "I know what I've been in the past. But...you made me realise I can be better than just an angry monster."
"Kinda partial to the monster though. Not gonna lie. Watching you rip someone apart, especially." She lifted her head, meeting his gaze. "But I know. You make me want to be better too. Tried really, really hard."
"The last few months have shown me that there's more to life than bickering with some twat on Twitter, or beating someone senseless in the ring." He thought back, remembering the things he'd done in his career. "I always cared so much about my vendettas, my career. I never had time for a personal life, not before you, not really. And now...now I don't know what to do."
"Don't ask me. I spent a good ten years busting my ass to get into the ring and then to win and then to get back from injury. I'm like so awful at being… me. Why'd you think I don't use my actual name to wrestle?" The irony of that wasn't lost on her for a moment.
"I guess that explains this connection we have, I understand you." He took stock for a moment, mind still abuzz with many questions. He wanted to ask her what would happen next, what she would do about Vinny, when he could next see her, if she'd stay the night. And yet, none of those queries could be formed into words…
It was like on some level she knew where his thoughts had drifted as she let out a soft sigh, "I have an appointment. Tomorrow. With the specialist I was seeing for my neck. You think maybe I could stay the night?"
Taken aback that she seemingly answered his thoughts without him speaking them, he nodded. "Sure. I'd...like that." He shuffled sideways, squeezing his arm under and then around her. "You know this does raise a lot more questions though, right?"
"I know. And you hate questions. And I'm tired because I haven't slept in like forever so…" Kasey snuggled up against his side, "I'm here. You're here. That's what matters, right?"
He nodded. "I suppose so." A silence fell over them and Ak found himself just glad she was there. "I didn't really sleep on the plane, either."
"I don't remember if I said it before." Her voice came out softer, "I'm sorry about your mom."
"It's...thanks." He sighed, lost in the thought.
Kasey tilted her head back, kissing his cheek. "Maybe you should get some rest – we both should."
"Yeah." He closed his eyes, mind still trying to process the day's events. "We can talk more later. Or not, whichever you prefer."
"Mmmm," she planted a few soft kisses on his jaw and neck before settling back against him with a contented sigh, "Play it by ear…." for a few seconds she was silent, like she was close to drifting off. "I'm glad you came back," she finally broke the silence in a small voice, barely above a whisper.
"Me too…"
[REC.]
"Ridin' the storm out… waitin' for the fallout." Kasey wasn't much of a singer. Instead she recited the words, the cadence making them seem more like poetry than lyrics. "I'm stealing the shticks of other people now. I stole the blog thing from Kitty, who I guess stole it from Brad Jackson – don't really do that so much anymore. Print isn't my thing because I feel like I come off wooden. Robotic, maybe. So I tried to reinvent myself a few times until I just gave up. Now I just do this and I guess it's a bit like what Lex Collins does – don't worry if you don't know who that is. Not really vital to the story I'm telling. I'm just saying there are no original thoughts or actions in this business. Common moves. Logical reversals. We all know the dance steps and even if some of us have two left feet we interchange in our mouths, we know what the expectation is. Talk the talk. Walk the walk. Do the thing and make damned sure you look good doing it so the people buy the tickets and watch the product." She rolled her eyes.
"So… I pour every last ounce of myself into this thing I'm desperately trying to reclaim for myself. Is it a career? I don't… I honestly don't know if I can call it that yet. If I've earned the right since I've had so many false starts back at it since my return from injury in May."
She leaned forward, her red hair falling over her shoulders as she rested her chin on her interlocked fingers. She blinked a few times. Sighed.
"And I guess it's silly of me to think that I could come back after fourteen months away and just waltz right back into the fray at the top of the heap." She sighed. "It's all about the climb, isn't it? That's the appealing part – they don't really tell you about the sleepless nights and the aches and pains and all the hours spent alienating people because you're too busy watching tape or hitting the gym or working to perfect that one last strike you need to be the perfect killing machine. Nah, because if they showed you that garbage up front? Nobody would want to do this but the sadists and the crazies and… oh."
She smiled sadly.
"Right. So, maybe I'm being facetious and maybe you really can't tell because you don't know me. So, let's clear things up, shall we? Let's be honest – I feel like that should be the theme for 2017. Be honest. Be clear. Be forthright. Tell the world who you are and what you want and never hide your true intentions from the world. Sounds good, doesn't it? Well, sure. But human nature is to connive, to manipulate and twist everything – we're selfish that way. We crave attention and social media has only served to turn that disease into a freakin' epidemic. There's a theme for every day. This rigmarole you're supposed to follow. Post photos of the person you're lusting after on Monday and Wednesday. Whore yourself out on days starting with T. Friday is a free-for-all. The weekend is for nudes – if you're bold. Suplexes if you're me. And that's the game we play now. It's not about smarts or intelligent conversation or any sort of witty repartee. It's about 140-character brainfarts – these cute little quips that require zero skill – sometimes so riddled with typos you need a goddamned Rosetta Stone to even decipher them. But, bless your heart, you try like all the rest of them do. And the cute thing is you think you've got me running, like my back is against the wall and I'm about to flip the switch into full-on defense mode. Nope."
Her smile was tinged with sadness although still cold.
"Here's the difference between us and I'll keep it simple so you don't get lost on the way and have to get another tattoo instead of learning how to actually wrestle." The smile became a smirk as she tilted her head, adjusting her glasses. "Sometimes... hell, lately, almost all the damn time....I feel like I'm walking into a storm with my hands tied and my eyes blindfolded. I feel like I'm playing that stupid trust game from when we were kids, throwing myself into the arms of that maelstrom backwards, hoping arms will be there to catch me – nine times out of ten, there won't. I know that. I've embraced that and while the elements are trying to tear me apart, I'm still standing. I'm here, Helena… upright. Still moving under my own power and while I may be dented and scuffed and rusted from the rain... I'm HERE. You want to come at me? You want to try and tear off a strip? You think you can match their fury? You think you've got something I haven't seen before?"
Summer shook her head sadly, "see, we're not plagiarists here. We're the sum of all the parts that have influenced us over the years. We take those losses, those lumps and those bumps and we internalize them. In little – and big – ways, they change us. Somewhere over the last six months or so, I legitimately stopped giving a fuck about conventions. About the rules. About the black and white bullshit and those clear lines we're supposed to stay inside and that's not me trying on anti-establishment or weekend anarchist or any of the other dime-a-dozen hats on for size. That's just me handing you a fresh batch of reality on a platter, Helena. I know you think you're better than me and I honestly want to see that look on your face when you crash and burn, still high on your self-righteous bullshit because that's all it is with people like you. Always. Somewhere over the last six months, I lost all those filters I used to have and now I just want to poke people. Over and over. In the same spot, hoping the next one makes them – makes you – bleed. I'm the monster here, Helena. I'm the one they should fear. Not you. NEVER YOU."
Charlotte, North Carolina || Sunday, January 8, 2017, 11:15 PM (OFF CAMERA)
Sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, sandwiched in between the couch and the wall, Kasey felt a little like a rebellious teenager in the otherwise silent little house. She laughed softly into the phone, realising she'd been spacing out completely into that comfortable silence that Akragth had always seemed to appreciate. "I should probably go to bed. Long day...not coherent anymore." She laughed again, shaking her head, "but I mean, it's been really nice to hear your voice before sleep. Guess I'm sappy that way."
"A little," he replied, "but I wasn't complaining."
"Don't want me falling asleep on you and snoring in your ear until my phone dies – I totally will do that if you don't cut me off so…. I'll call you when I wake up?"
"Sure, suits me."
Kasey couldn't keep herself from grinning. "Okay. Until then...don't miss me too much."
"I can only try." He paused for a second, making her wonder what he was thinking before he simply said, "night."
"Night! And uhm..." her voice dropped to a whisper, "I love you."
"I know...sleep well."
"I'm gonna try," she replied even though he'd already hung up. She sat there like an idiot, staring at the screen of her phone for a few seconds, the glow illuminating the goofy smile on her face before it went dark. The soft exhale from the doorway let her know she wasn't alone and her heart sank. "How," the words caught in her throat and she had to swallow past the lump. Did it really matter how much he'd overheard? She knew she'd been giving him mixed signals for the last few days since she'd returned from Miami – he was clever enough to figure out why even though she'd done her best to pretend everything was the same. "Vinny, I…"
Not saying a thing at all, he just walked into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom he grabbed a suitcase. Going through drawers, he began packing clothes into the case. Fighting back the tears, he sniffled loudly before carrying on.
Kasey got up, knowing she had to at least try to smooth things over a little. The last thing she wanted was him to be hurt in this whole mess. "Vinny. I can explain. I mean, if you want me to. I'll tell you. Just…" seeing him packing his things was like a knife twisting in her guts.
Vinny stopped and looked at her, tears rolling down his face. "Explain to me. Explain what? How I'm never going to be good enough for you? I'm not going to be second best or made a fool of for anyone, not even the only woman I've truly loved." He sat down on the bed, wiping his eyes, trying to stay calm.
"No. Please don't say that. You're great, okay? You really are. I'm not good enough for someone like you. I never…" she paused, torn between the urge to try and comfort him and wanting desperately to just flee the situation. Giving in to the former, she went to where he sat. "It's not you. It's," she didn't finish, biting her lip before she said that trite bullshit. She'd never been the one to do the leaving before and this was all unfamiliar territory. "Oh God. Please don't cry. I'm not worth it. I'm really, really not."
"Go on finish. Say the, 'it's not you, it's me' thing." Vinny sighed as he looked at Kasey. "I love you but I can't be around you. You want him, not me." Vinny took her hand in his and looked at her engagement ring. "Such a shame. I could've treated you like you were number one but it's clear you don't feel the same." Vinny paused, looking up at her. "I have to leave, your heart don't belong to me like mine does to you." He let go of her hand and went back to packing.
She watched, feeling that irrational panic building. "I do too love you!" She protested, almost childishly. "But I can't just switch off the feelings I have for him – for Ak – okay? I wanted to. I really did. God help me, I fuckin' tried! And in Miami he kept telling me to just be happy with you but I…" she swallowed hard, feeling her own tears filling her eyes. "I can't. I just can't, Vinny. And I know it's stupid and I know you're good and kind and won't ever leave me and you'd be the best husband ever but if I stayed with you… if I married you then I'd always be pining… I'd always be half-broken wondering 'what if' and that's not at all fair to you. You deserve someone who will appreciate your big heart. Someone who only wants to be with you. Not someone settling because the person they really loved made a dumbass mistake. People deserve second chances… and I know that's unfair to you. I do. I just can't… you have to try and understand!" The tears were streaming down her face now, her breath hitching. "I never should have said yes but I wanted to be good enough for you… for someone. I wanted to be safe a-and loved."
"Please stop. I get it. I love you enough to know, you and I were good together but can never be together. Just be happy, and I'll go home, mend my broken heart." Vinny looked away, "I hate him; I wish he'd never come back." Kasey could hear the venom in his words when he said that. "If I forgot something send it on to me; I'm going back to Los Angeles. Goodbye, Kasey." Vinny leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. "Look after yourself and take care. I just need to be alone right now." He got up and headed for the bedroom door.
She stood there frozen, wanting to tell him to stop but she couldn't find the words. "Be…" her voice cracked, "safe." She was talking to his back, knowing by the slump of his shoulders that he was breaking down more than he had when he was sitting on the bed. "Remember… I did love you as much as I could." She whispered the words, her voice hoarse like she'd been screaming. Shaking her head, she buried her face in her hands, not wanting to watch him go even though she knew it was her punishment for being so horribly selfish.
Vinny knew if he'd turned around that he wouldn't be able to leave. "I'll always remember the good times. Just remember to be happy. I hope everything works out for you." With that he left, stopping at the front door, finally looking back. "I'll miss you." He whispered, knowing she probably wouldn't hear him, knowing that if she called him back, he'd stay. She didn't. Of course she didn't. Dejected, heartbroken, he opened the front door, walking away from the one thing he'd been absolutely sure about.
Kasey stood in the hallway, one hand against the wall. She watched him go, moving to the window to watch his taillights fade away into the night. The engagement ring was digging into her palm, clutched in her fist – she'd meant to give it back but she'd been too slow and now it was a cold, hard reminder of what sort of awful person she really was. "Congratulations," she murmured, her breath fogging the glass, "you finally got your wish. You're just like him."
Last Edit: Jan 12, 2017 15:53:57 GMT by Summer: Typo I had to fix
250 West 34th Street, Manhattan, New York, Tuesday, 10 January, 2017 10:00 a.m.
Please Helena, come in... The sliding door opened, and Doctor Brown welcomed Helena in his office. She took a seat on the sofa, her eyes scanning the office, as usual. Her maniacal attention to details allowed her to notice something new. A silver frame was now resting on his desk. She was wondering why it was there, and who was on the photograph, when the doctor cleared any doubt.
It's a picture of my wife, we recently settled our disagreements. But I must say, your perceptiveness amazes me miss Noir. You immediatly spotted it.
Helena's lips curved in a bitter smile.
Yeah, i am pretty good with details. Unless when it comes to people feelings, that's clearly not my homefield.
The doctor wrote something on his pad.
Why you say that? I remember you being pretty good when it comes to read your opponents, find their weaknesses and use them at your advantage.
Well most times, that's pretty easy. My opponents usually are playing a role, wearing a mask and pretending to be something they are not. Some of them are aware of it, some not. Some are good at it, some less. But as good of an actor as you can possibly be, there's always something out of place. A flaw, a small insignificant detail that reveals their true identity, their fears, their weaknesses. But I am talking about something different now. I am talking about feelings doc. I'll be damned if I can actually understand what people want, what they actually need, what they want me to be.
You are clearly not talking as a general rule. If you feel like telling me what you are specifically talking about, what makes you feel this way, I could probably help. Helena lied down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. This was the first time she actually assumed that position. Was she maybe accepting the help the doctor always offered her so subtly? Was she admitting she might need help?
Have you watched last AXN PPV doc?
I saw what happened to Alexander. I don't know how a thing like that can be allowed, and i understand how this can be upsetting for...
I went to the hospital yesterday. I wanted to check on him and, you know, apologize with him.
Apologize? That wasn't your fault Helena.
I disagree. I was supposed to take care of him. I ruined his life, he went through hell because of me, but nonetheless, he left everything to give me a second chance. And what did I do? I walked away from him. I could have tried to convince him to quit that place, and join another promotion. I could have asked him to move in with me, I could have tried to catch up for all the time we've been separated. I could have protected him... But instead I simply turned my back on him. I left this young, hurt man alone, in a hostile environment, with people who hate him not because of what he does, but because of who he is. My brother. Everything he's going through, it has to be my fault. It's crystal clear. He joined because I was there, he is still there because I never tried to convince him to follow me, and he's a target because of what I did.
Doctor Brown was still taking notes.
I think I'm seeing your problem Helena.
She stood up, surprised.
Really?
Have you heard yourself talking?
What you mean?
I.. I.. I.. You can't build a relationship on your own. It's something you must do with the other person. You and Alex are two... Interesting human being, both of you have been through a lot, both of you is facing this life counting only on yourself. But no man is an island. You need to find a common ground, so to speak, something you both can rely on...
Like the horses...
The doctor seemed surprised by this statement, unexpected and apparently meaningless. Helena opened her purse, pulling out the small black Dalecarlian Horse and showing it to the doctor.
This is a piece from a set of three. You see? This can't stand on his own.
She placed it on the table, and inevitably, it felt down.
And neither can the others. The need to lean on each other to stand.
Yeah I remember reading something about it. It's part of the swedish folklore right? It symbolizes family right?
Helena nodded.
And why was it in your purse?
I... Was planning to give it back to Alex. A stupid way to tell him he can always count on me.
It wasn't stupid Helena. And you should do. Unless you want to watch him fall over and over again.
I don't know doc. Maybe he'll be better without me. Maybe I'm meant to be on my own...
New York-Presbyterian Hospital New York Monday, 9 January, 2017
God I forgot how much I hate hospitals... Just think about it, everywhere you go, shit's just the same. Same pale wall colors, same awfully decorated curtains, same antiseptical smell, same...
Helena suddenly stopped talking, as a young, ridiculously attractive nurse entered the room. She walked past the Queen Of Pain with a sweet, perfect smile, showing off her pearl white teeth. Contrarily to her hopes, that smile was for the young patient who was leaning prone on the hospital bed, with his back completely wrapped in a white heavy bandaging, almost undefiled, if it wasn't for a a little red stain under his right shoulder that didn't escape the nurse attentive eye.
Looks like a stitch or two split open Alexander. Let me change that dressing...
Can we wait? My sister is here and...
The nurse slowly turns towards Helena. She was indeed a thing of beauty, even if the fatigue of the long nightshift could be glimpsed in her green eyes. The short blonde hair, coiffed in a pixie haircut with bangs perfectly frames her diamond shaped pale face. A fine silver chain with an A made with Swarowski elements crystal wraps her slender neck, drawing the observer's eyes to her pert breasts, to which the blue nurse tunic did no justice.
Fine, I'll check on you later, before finally head home and get some rest.
Yeah, about that, I'm surprised you're still here April. Weren't you supposed to clock out at 8:00?
You're right, I should have... But a colleague got sick, so I'm covering part of her shift. You know, I can always use the extra money...
Once again she flaunted that charming smile, before leaving the room. Both Helena and Alexander stared at her leaving.
Well, at least the nurse is damn cute!
This statement out of nowhere made Alex chuckle. Not that he wasn't expecting it... They may have been reunited for just a year, but he's probably the only one who can really read Helena like an open book. The only one she actually allowed to get to know the real herself.
Yeah, April is...
Herregud Alex, you like her?
The question took Alex by surprise, making his cheeks shine red as he looked away from his sister.
I don't know what you're talking about
A smile appeared on Helena Noir's face as she took a seat on the chair next to Alex.
Seems like you're having a better time here than expected, its great to see a smile on your face
It is good to have someone when you need it the most, no one else seems to care about a loser like me
Don't say that Lexi, you can not let this bring you down...
Bring me down? Bring me down! Do you think this situation is bringing me down? I got a big fat 0 scarred in my back! Your tattoos might have hurt a bit, but have you ever gotten a knife slicing through your flesh?
Helena saw through her brother's eyes, seeing the sadness buried deep in them covered by a layer of fierce anger. The fire showing was not the one of her gentle and sweet brother, but the stare of a man ready to kill. Again.
Where were you when your brother needed you the most? At your current escapade, probably wrestling another match half across the country. Taking a break from being a sister is what you do best anyways isn't it?
As Alex ended this sentence, he let his head fall down in shame. Helena stared at him, without saying a word. She bit her lips, squeezing her eyes trying to hide her emotions. He was right, she was feeling guilty. She abandoned him, twice. She left a eight years in the hands of a drunk ass, violent dad because she was too scared for her own safety to care about his. And after everything he has been through, all his efforts to find her and finally rejoin, she walked away, once again putting her own interests before her family. She could have avoided him all this pain, not only the physical one, but ESPECIALLY the psychological one.
You are right Alex. I am just a selfish bitch who doesn't give a shit about her family. A hypocrite, delusional selfish bitch? What was I thinking? That I could come here and everything would have been alright, as if by magic? That you could forgive me for turning my back on you again? That you could have accept my apologies?
Alexander glanced at her, for a brief moment. His heart skipped a beat when he met her eyes. He never saw her this upset. But it wasn't a feeling of rage, giving her eyes that new shade. She was deeply sorry, hurt possibly. The Queen Of Pain, the epitome of a tough woman she has been for years, not only in the wrestling business but in her private life too, that girl who had been through so much suffering that nothing seemed to be hurting her anymore, was crumbling, right before his eyes.
That's right Lexi. I came here to tell you that I feel guilty for what happened to you. I can think of so many ways I could have avoided it, so many ways I could have been a better sister. No fuck that. So many ways I could have FINALLY been a sister. I was never there for you, in your darkest days I were miles away, when I should have been there for you, I was getting your picture tattoed on my shoulder. Instead of hanging on the memory of the smiling kid you were, I should have been there helping you becoming a man. I failed you, and I keep failing you. You have all the rights to be pissed at me, but trust me, no one hates me more than myself right now. Take care of yourself Alex. You always did better without me anyways. And, for what is worth, I apologize for being the shittiest sister you could possibly have. Forgive me if you can.
She stood up from the chair, picking up her purse and walking out of the room.
Heli... Alex whispered her name, his voice trembling and regretful. But she was already far away. April was there, at the front desk chatting with another nurse. She noticed Helena walking next to her; she looked so different, far from the proud and smiling woman who entered the hospital less than an hour ago. Helena stopped, turning to the beautiful young girl.
I think he needs you now.
She turned and left the hospital without saying a word.
Victory Studios Charlotte, NC
And here we are, Revolution, the first big event of Victory Wrestling. It's our stage, two women, so different and yet so similar, whether you like it or not. It's a story that writes itself, and it's all there in our names. On one side there's you, Summer, the always smiling girl next door, the All-Heart competitor you can't help but get behind, the girl that was born into this business and for this business. The And on the other side me, Noir. The one who never smiles, the one who barely talks in public, a dark lady that avoids contacts with other people as much as she possibly can, the girl that came to wrestling almost as a last resort, after trying everything and anything at all in her life. I always had an issue with people. I don't usually like most of them, and I don't trust them as a general rule. I tried, many times actually. And I always got disappointed. I can't relate with people, I honestly don't give a fuck about what they had for lunch, where are they going to post their next selfie, or who they are banging. It's the main reason why I usually avoid social media, like I said a couple of weeks ago, they drag the worse out of people. And people already suck, as a golden rule. Nonetheless, I tried to hype our match on twitter. I did it because I really feel this match will be the highlight of the night. I respect your work in the ring, and I have no problems in admitting. I admire your determination, coming back from an injury like that is no easy feat. A Last Woman Standing Match is the perfect stage to showcase not only our wrestling skills but also a test for our wills. You never give up, I fight through pain. I was being honest when I said that I didn't saw you in your best shape two weeks ago. It wasn't meant to be an insult, I really want you to face at your best. Shortcuts are not the one for me, I am not in this business to win matches and titles, I am here to prove that I am the best, and I can't do it if my opponent is not on top of her game, or has her mind elsewhere. It's been a quite of rough weeks for you right? This mysterious, handsome -for some at least- man coming back from your past, haunting your dreams, shaking the very fundaments of your life, now that you finally seemed to have found an equilibrium of some sort. Of course you were going back to him... Nobody never really had a doubt, trust me. It's like one of those romantic comedy, love conquers all. How many times you told yourself that? How many nights you spent waiting for his return? And here he is, giving you support, taking back his place at the centre of your life, and fuck it if you ruined another man's life. The only thing that matters is that you have him by your side once again, as it was meant to be, as it's written in the stars. Some call it true love, the happy ending you always dreamt of. I call it Stockholm Syndrome. He kept you hostage for I don't know how long, and yet you feel something for him. Even when he was hiding under some rock, he still held your heart. And it took him the blink of an eye to get everything else back too. If you feel this compelling urge to stay close to someone who hurt you, and will most likely do it again, I won't be there stopping you. It's not my job, it's not something I care about.
She stops for a second, taking a sip of water from a bottle.
This is why you never see me running my mouth on twitter. I don't want people to dig into my life and use find some leverage to use against me. But you dearie, you do that a lot. First with Whatwashisname, now with Akragth. I understand he will be here to witness our match, that's very nice of him. Offering you a crying shoulder after I'm done with you, helping you lick your wounds, telling you that you will, once again, be back on your feet and ready for another round. Becuase that's what will happen. I will choke you out in the middle of the ring. I am a different animal. Some might think that my life is sad and empty. Maybe, but that's the life I choose. Since I was sixteen. In the words of Pee-Wee:
"There's a lotta things about me you don't know anything about, Summer. Things you wouldn't understand. Things you couldn't understand. Things you shouldn't understand. You don't wanna get mixed up with someone like me. I'm a loner, Kasey. A rebel."
