|*~!Chapters 24- 30!~*
Chapter 24 - I Will Give My Life To Get Some Rest
"How are you feeling man? You took quite the beating out there from Brock."
"I won't be able to wrestle for awhile that's a given I would think Brian. Did Hayley manage to take care of them?"
I had no recollection of what had happened in the ring, and part of me didn't want to know, but at the same time, I hadn't heard anything on Hayley's condition and all Brian could tell me was that she took a chair shot to the head and apparently it knocked her out, and she was lying in the hospital still. I knew what being in the hospital was like but even though I had extensive injuries they had let me out to take care of myself at home. Hayley apparently must have been worse off, because she was still there.
"I took care of Randy as much as I could, but I shouldn't have left her alone to face Brock, she's not a wrestler. Now she's lying in the hospital, and no one can get in to see her but Ariel who is posing as family. I don't know how she is, but this went down wrong."
"Yeah it did, and she shouldn't have been out there."
"Well she was, and she felt the need to get revenge for the attack on you, and before you ask, she told me she found you lying on the floor of your hotel room in Toronto and you were pretty out of it, and she knew Brock had done it, not to mention him laying his hands on her, and beating her up. She felt she had to do this Zach."
"He did what?"
"You don't know?"
"If I knew I wouldn't be asking would I?"
"You have a point. Look the night you caught Hayley and I in a kiss, she went to find you, ran into Randy who gave her the wrong direction to find you, and she ran into Brock. He hurt her; I mean I'm sure you saw the marks on her face and arms if you had been around her. She told Vince and Jim her dad did it, but we all know that's a bit of bullshit at this point."
"Why would he attack her though?"
"Because she told Jim she wanted to write a new story for Brock and you know how Brock feels about his stories. He controls them. None the less he wanted to make sure she went to her meeting with Vince and Jim and told them she was wrong."
"So he beat it into her, and then she went and told them she was wrong?"
"You pretty much have it. Jim filled me in on all of that, since usually everyone gets along in the ring and lately Brock is running his own show."
"Oh this can't get any worse can it?"
"Oh yes it can."
"What do you mean?"
I had no idea what he was going to tell me, but the fact that she had willingly put herself in harms way to get revenge on the attack against me, well it made me feel really weird. She obviously cared about me still, even though I had pushed her away. Come to think of it, I had pushed her away the night in the hallway after she had gotten hurt by Brock. I didn't think it could get any worse, but what Brian said next just about made my heart stop.
"They set us up."
"Set who up?"
"Hayley, you and I. That kiss, as natural as it was, was a setup. You came down to the ring, I'm not sure why, but you did, and they set it up that way because they knew, from Randy being down there, how close me and Hayley were getting."
"So I was supposed to see that kiss?"
"Yes, it was part of the game. Hayley wanted revenge, she did her plan the way she wanted, although it went wrong in a lot of parts, but she did it, and apparently they were plotting against her as well."
"Why was she hanging out with them though? For the past two weeks she was with Randy and Brock, along with her friend Ariel and they looked peachy."
"Part of her plan. She had to get close to them so when she came down to ringside it wouldn't look all that weird. But her plan backfired wouldn't you say?"
"Yes, it did, and now she's in the hospital with a concussion or god maybe something worse and there is nothing we can do about it."
"Well there is something, but if I can make it work, you can't go in there and chew her out, you need to be sincere about this. Do you really want to see her?"
I knew the answer to this; I did want to see her, because I hadn't given up on her no matter how hard I tried. If she liked Brian and they wanted to date, there was nothing I could do about it, but she was a nice girl, a brilliant writer, and apparently good with a chair, and a quick learner of the business. I wanted to see her, if anything else just to know she was alright.
"I want to see her, do what you need too. I'm game to anything."
"What is wrong with my daughter? Why won't anyone give me answers here?" Hayley's mom shouted so that everyone on the floor of the hospital could hear her. She didn't look too impressed with the lack of reaction she was getting, that was until a doctor came out of another room and headed over to her.
"I take it you are Ms. Peterson's mother?"
"You take it right. Now tell me what the hell happened here."
I figured since the doctor didn't know all that much about what happened, just the injuries sustained, I had better get up the nerve and tell her the truth before she had another attack of the yelling fits in the middle of the hallway.
"Mrs. Peterson, sit down and I will tell you everything, then the doctor can tell you the injuries and you can understand all of it, because I don't think you are doing Hayley all that much good out here yelling."
"Yes, dear tell me everything."
So I sat her down and told her everything. About Hayley taking the job, getting there, and getting involved with Brock, about my involvement with Brock as well, and how it tied into what she was doing in the ring that night, and why she was injured still now. I told her about the chair shot to the head, and about the beating she took at the hands of Brock Lesnar after, the beating that no one but the people in the arena had seen. How she had been covered with a crimson mask and they had to have all the trainers and medical personal carry her out, not wanting to risk another injury. I told her about Zach, and Brian and their attachment to her daughter. I didn't leave anything out for fear that if I did, she would have more questions that I didn't have answers for. She looked calm at first, and by the end of it, she was ready to yell again.
"So you are telling me some wrestler did this to her? Where the hell is he right now? I want charges against him."
"You can't charge him, Ms. Peterson, she signed a waiver that if she got injured in the ring it was alright and they would take care of her, but no charges could be laid."
"Oh well that's quite a deal isn't it. That son of a bitch can almost kill my daughter and because she signed her life away they can't touch him. Did she sign a waiver when he beat her the first time?"
"Then arrest the son of a bitch now. If I can't make this one stick I will damn well make the first one count. Now doctor, tell me what my daughter is facing when she wakes up."
"So what's the plan here?" I asked. I know I had told Brian that I was interested in doing whatever it took to get in, but I really hoped he chose something easy and not impersonating a doctor. I didn't think I would get far with one leg. I would get caught before I walked through the door.
"You can get in to see her. I called the hospital said I was her fiancÚ and that I needed to see her. Was real polite about it too, made sure that they didn't suspect anything, and a fiancÚ is like family, so you're in."
"You told them I was going to marry her?"
I had to admit it was a good plan, but at the same time it was a little odd. If anything Brian should be the one pretending that since she wanted nothing to do with me. I didn't know if I wanted to go through with it now.
"Yes, I had to do something, and I was tapped out on ideas. Now do you want to see her or not?"
"Of course I do. Just do what you need to do. I can play the part."
"Then let's go they are expecting us."
"Brian, what are you doing here? You know they aren't going to let you in."
"Just tell us how bad it is Ariel, we need to know."
"Who are we?"
"Me and her fiancÚ Zach."
"Zach isn't her fiancÚ! What the hell are you talking about?"
"He wants to get in to see her, now the hospital staff is expecting a guy with one leg who is very angry and distraught over his fiancÚ's plight, so I'm giving it to them. Ariel don't blow it for us alright. He needs to see her."
"I won't blow it, but he better not fuck with her. She's been through a lot and she's in and out of consciousness. I don't want her upset."
"I already made him swear."
"I need to know something before he goes in."
"Anything you want to know I will tell you."
I know that Brian and Hayley had been getting closer in the last few weeks, and they had even kissed, so I didn't really understand Brian's need to help Zach get in to see her. I didn't know how much Brian would tell me, but it was worth a try.
"Why aren't you acting as the fiancÚ?"
"Zach needs to do this Ariel that's why. Don't think I haven't thought of it, and wanted to do it, just to know she is alright, but he needs to do this more."
"Why do you say that?"
"Whether he admits it or not, something went down with those two, more then they both let on, and I think for everyone's sanity at this point, we need to let them be together."
"You're giving up."
"Then bring him in then. But remind him of what I said, if he upsets her or her mother in any way, he's going to deal with me, and remember I did sort of date Brock."
"Mrs. Peterson can I come in?" Zach asked coming into the room quietly and seeing her mother sitting by her bedside.
"Who are you? Are you the boy that did this to my daughter?"
"No, I'm not. I'm a friend."
"And your name is?"
"Zach Gowen ma'am."
"You are the young man that she was doing the story on a month or so back weren't you? The one she was always talking to Ariel about."
"Yes I guess that would be me."
"Then come in, I need to get something to eat anyway. I will give you some time alone with her. She keeps coming in and out, so if she does, and she doesn't know you right away, don't be put off. I'm sorry about your leg."
"Which one?" Zach asked smiling. He knew for other people not seeing the prosthesis and then seeing the other leg in a full cast, it was a little weird.
"Both of them, I suppose. Have a good visit with her, and it was nice of you to come by."
She walked out of the room and Zach watched her go, and then took a seat in the now vacant chair. Grabbing Hayley's hand in his he looked at her and brushed her hair out of her eyes. There was so much he wanted to say to her, but was afraid what he did say wouldn't be heard and it would just be a waste of time.
As he was lost in his thoughts, he felt the grip he had on her hand tighten, and when he looked up, she saw her eyes fluttering open slowly, and the grip on his hand grew tighter. She was waking up, and now he could tell her everything.
"Hayley, do you want me to get a doctor?"
"Well do you need anything?"
As he poured me a glass of water I watched him intently. It didn't seem to hurt as much as it did earlier, and keeping my eyes trained on him wasn't a chore. I wasn't sure why he was the one sitting here and not Brian, but at this point I would take what I could get.
"There you go." He said passing me the water.
"Listen Hayley, why did you come to the ring?"
"He needed to.pay."
"We could have made him pay another time, not then."
"Zach he hurt you, then he hurt me, I had had enough."
"But you could have told me and we could have dealt with this another way. Right now you are lying here and I am not sure what's wrong with you, and I am here with one leg that's broken in a bunch of spots. We didn't need this."
"He would have hurt you worse if I wasn't there, and you know it."
"How can you be sure?"
"Ask Brian, he was out, and he isn't even totally healed, he just died to get back in the ring, so he agreed to help me."
"Hayley, I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for?"
"That night I saw you two kiss, I flipped out. I mean we have been closer then any two people can be at this moment in time, and seeing you with him, just threw me."
"You were supposed to see that."
"I know Brian told me."
"Zach, when I get out of here, and I am better, we need to talk about all of this."
I didn't know what I would tell him, because I was torn. Brian had been there for me everyday, helping me train and making me stronger, and as much as I liked Zach, there wasn't any pressure to be a certain way with Brian. I just knew that we had to talk, and right now wasn't the right place.
"We have all the time in the world to talk when you are better. Now that I know that you are alright, I'm going to let you rest."
Nodding my head I watched him as he walked to the door, and closing my eyes I slowly drifted into a deep sleep, letting the pain subside.
Chapter 25 - I See Right Through You And Everything Is Gone
I was ready to get out of this god forsaken place. I had been in here for over a week now and as far as I could tell, aside from the fact that I wanted to sleep a great deal, and my legs hurt like crazy, one of which was in a cast, I was fine. My mother had flown home after I told her that I could deal with being on the road still. There was nothing that was going to keep me from my new job. Now was the do or die day though, and it was time to go home.
"You sure you are up to going back on the road Hayley? I mean don't you think it would be better to just go home, back to Toronto and relax?"
"Ariel, my job is that of a writer. I can still write and be injured, and I swear to God that being in that ring and doing what I did that night was a one time thing, and I won't be letting it happen again."
"If you're sure girl. I just don't feel right about going home when you are like this."
"You've got school, and they are going to be massively pissed off if you don't go back and finish. It's bad enough they haven't come to terms with me leaving yet."
"Again, you have a point. I guess I should go home and sit around while all this stuff happens to you huh?"
I felt a pang of jealousy right at that moment. I knew that me leaving had been hard on her, and that the time she had spent with Brock and Randy was more about trying to get in with what I was getting in with, then with her actually liking them. I didn't feel a whole lot of anger towards her anymore, but the pain was still there and still fresh. I wished she could come with me, but I didn't think there was a whole lot that she could do that they needed right now in the WWE. It was being overtaken by new women all the time, and she didn't write to save her life. I knew her going home was going to be a huge deal.
"It's the way it has to be Ariel. We can't do everything together and our lives are changing. I mean this is the time for change."
"Yeah but you are like my sister, and I know I screwed things up. So I want the chance to fix all of that. Going home isn't going to do that is it? It's just going to separate us more."
"I need to know something Ariel. When we were in Toronto you turned on me, your best friend since childhood and I'm wondering why."
"It was something I had to do."
"How do you mean, did he force you to be with him?"
"I know what Randy did, and I believed you. I knew you didn't drink, and I know that he had to have done something to do you that you didn't agree too, but Brock was so nice to me, and when you got the chance to go and do this, I was really jealous and I just saw them as my chance. I'm sorry, sorrier then you will ever know about it."
"So it was just about Brock and liking him and being so into him that you turned on me? You see Ariel it isn't the fact that you turned on me, I mean I can see that coming a mile away. You've always ditched me for guys before, and it means nothing. It's the fact that you knew what Randy did and you still chose to spread lies around school about it."
"Well it's done now, and what do you care, I mean you aren't going back."
It was said in a tone I didn't like. She was jealous or she was lonely or something and there was nothing that I could willingly do about it to make it better for her. I just had to sit by and let it ride it self out. It was good knowing the truth though. Knowing why she did what she did.
"So can we get out of this hospital now? It's starting to give me the creeps."
I couldn't be in more agreement with her if I tried. I grabbed my bag, sat in the wheelchair the nurse had brought in for me to be released in, and as Ariel started wheeling it out of the hospital, I felt a sudden sense of dread.
"Zach, what is the update on Hayley's condition? Is she well enough to come back and write for us? The hospital hasn't been entirely helpful in letting us know how she is."
"She's working on getting better and she can come back and write for you, but that's about as far as it's going to go. I am afraid much like me she won't be getting into a ring for awhile if you know what I mean."
"Has she been released?"
I had to admit I didn't know if she had been released or not. All the updates I was getting were from Brian because he was going to see her everyday and the hospital obviously didn't care about letting him in anymore. I wish I had known more but since the day I got in to see her as her fiancÚ, there wasn't anything else I knew.
"I don't know if she has been released or not Jim."
There was a light knock at the door, and turning around to look at the door, Jim went to answer it, while I stood there waiting. Jim had told me that no one would be around to bother us today, but here we were being interrupted.
"As I live and breathe."
I heard Jim say this and knew that it wasn't someone he had been expecting but he was blocking the path to the door so I couldn't see who was standing there. That was until Jim let them into the room and I saw her. She had a cast that closely resembled mine, and her face was bruised, but she looked just as beautiful to me as before. There was no way I could let this girl go, and I knew it now. Standing here looking at her, after what we had both been through, we were bonded again, but for a completely different reason.
"Hello Jim. I thought you might want to see me before the flight tonight."
"I was just asking Zach here if they had released you and he had no idea. I think he was just pulling my leg. How are you feeling dear?"
"Like I have been run over by a Mac Truck, but that's to be expected as far as I know, at least from what I'm told. It looks like I won't be getting into the ring and doing that again for a long time."
"What made you do that?"
"What do you mean?"
"What made you go out to the ring and do all of that when it wasn't even scripted?"
She looked at me at that precise moment and I knew what her motivation was. She wanted to get back at Brock for what he did to me that night, and then to her two weeks before. She was still very much involved with me as I was with her.
"Jim, I hate his story line. I lied to you and Vince the other day because he told me if I didn't he would hurt me again and Zach as well and I'm not a superstar or Superman for that matter so I know he can follow through with all of it. He seemed to have done a number on Zach anyway with or without me going to bat for him, and I got the brunt end of it as well. This has just been one ongoing piece of shit that needs to be stopped. If not, I'm fully prepared as of right this moment to walk."
"You wouldn't walk Hayley! You know I am here to help you as much as I can. We just have to be honest with each other. I know you are a writer, and you desire to fight came from somewhere. I also know Kendrick was teaching you and he has been trained by the best in the business. I should have seen all of this a long time ago. I went to Brock and told him that you wanted him to tone it down. It looks like I started this."
"You didn't make him a monster; he did that back in Toronto when he had the chance to be good. He chose Randy, that's cool with me. I just want this all put to bed already so I can do what I came here to do."
I knew all she had wanted to do was come here and write, and she wanted nothing to get in the way of that, even a relationship with me. We had talked about that, and it was something that I understood. I also understood her desire to walk. She had been here three weeks and she had more controversy surrounding her then the title contenders for the belts. There had to be some sort of end to this.
I had left Hayley at Jim's hotel room and decided to go look for something to do with the time I had before my own flight back to Toronto. So I started walking around on the ground floor, and spotting a candy machine, I headed for it. As I passed by the games room, I heard two men talking and one of them sounded strikingly familiar.
"So she planned all of this to take us out. Pretending to be our friend. Well she got what she deserved, don't you think Randy?"
I couldn't hear his response and apparently neither could Brock because he asked it again and I could hear Randy's response better now. Hell I would think with the tone of voice that he was using he was finally getting a clue as to how sick Brock was as well.
"Leave her alone Brock, it's all said and done, she will be gone soon enough."
"Do you still have a thing for the young twit? Don't tell me after all that she's done and we've done that you are going soft on me now."
"You know what Brock, what the hell does it matter if I liked her? I think starting off by listening to you and asking her out in the first place, and drugging her and trying to hurt her at the club, on your orders was enough wasn't it? She won't ever look at me the right way again."
I was shocked. I knew that something deeper was going on here and I hadn't had the time to find out because they left Toronto too soon, but now hearing Randy admitting it, well it was interesting indeed. He had been set up just as much as Hayley that night.
"Don't forget you agreed to do it."
"Yeah I did, because I really did want to go out with her. I just never understood what you got out of all of this Brock. She was there to interview Zach, and some other superstars for little parts, what did that have to do with you?"
"Pretty girl like her shouldn't be with Gowen, don't you agree?"
"You shouldn't have cared, you had the friend and she wasn't that bad looking either. So why Hayley?"
"The friend was an idiot and she was easily played with, having her on our side hurt Hayley and brought her down a couple of notches and she didn't know what to expect. She is a ripe young girl, and I knew I had to have her in this business."
"I still don't get it. You knew Zach liked her, I mean you pretended to be his friend long enough to learn that, which was what you were after, so why?"
"Yes I did know Gowen liked her, and as I said, she didn't need to be with him, she should have been with me. At the time I asked you in on the plan, I didn't know you had a soft side for the ice princess."
"Now you do, so will you lay off her?"
"Oh not by a long shot. Me and the ice princess have unfinished business. It seems though Randy, that I might not need your help anymore."
I had to get out of there, and fast before someone saw me, or worse they both came out and realized I knew everything. So Brock had been planning all of this in his head since the beginning. I knew I had to go find Hayley and tell her before it got any worse and from the sounds of it; he wasn't finished with her at all. I hated the fact that I was a pawn in such a sick game, but I had the chance now to make up for all the horrible things I had done to my best friend, and there was no way I wasn't going to fix it. Brock Lesnar had to be stopped, once and for all.
As I walked toward the door I turned around to get another good look at her. Yes when she was better they would talk, but for right now all I could think about was how much I wanted to make her better. Walking back over to the bed, and placing my face to her forehead, I gave her a gentle kiss and walked toward the door again.
"Hayley, you might not be awake to hear this but I love you, and I won't let you go. Not even for Brian."
Walking out of the room, I didn't see her open her eyes one last time and smile lightly.
Chapter 26 - Cause Perfect Doesn't Seem So Perfect
I had been out of the hospital and back on the road it seemed like forever, but it was only for a couple of weeks. I was tired and ready to pass out at any given moment, but I knew I had a job to do and was prepared to put all the extra time into that I had too to make it work.
I had gone to see Jim again earlier that morning and we had gone over whose character's we needed to change. I brought up the Brock issue again, fully prepared for whatever damage control I would have to do, and Jim accepted what I said and told me that Vince was in complete agreement. The rein of Brock and his idea of abusing the WWE and his character were now coming to and end and for one I couldn't be happier to hear it.
I didn't let on to Zach that I heard his last minute confession upon leaving my hospital room, but we were hanging out again and things seemed almost like they were before, before we slept together, before Brian and the dreaded kiss, and well we were good friends and it felt right.
Brian had been with me every step of the way, when they took the cast off he was there, doodling all over my cast before the cut it off, so that when they did I would have something to remember him by. As it travels with me from city to city, it's a good reminder of where things sit with him right now. I like Brian so much and no matter what happened between me and Zach in the past and how much it actually did mean to me, it just wasn't meant to happen right now, and I was riding the Brian train until it did. It shocks me how attentive he is to me, and wanting to help me in every aspect. When I don't have the desire late at night to come up with some story line changes for the next weeks show and get them in order for Jim, he is right there trying to inspire me and make me get to work on it. It's weird when you date your best friend, but there is no one else I would rather date.
Sitting in my room, watching some late night infomercials, the phone rang, and I jumped up to get it. When I did, I realized I didn't have any more pain in my leg, and that thought alone made me want to jump up and go see Brian in the adjoining room. I decided to answer the phone instead, if anything just to get rid of the silly annoying chirp.
"Hello, Hayley Peterson's room."
"We have a call down here from Ariel, in Toronto, would you like us to put it through for you ma'am?"
It been awhile since I had talked to Ariel. The day we dropped her off at the airport she had seemed more then distant, and I thought maybe it had something to do with the fact that she had really liked Brock and then she got to see what a real monster he was when she wasn't around, but Zach and Brian thought there was something else, and I had to admit, I had called her and she hadn't called back until now, which wasn't my best friend at all. Maybe now since she was calling she was ready to tell me.
"Hayley, God girl are you there? I think I was on hold forever."
"I'm here Ariel, how are you?"
"Doing alright actually. I am staying with your mom for awhile. My parents are at it again and with the end of school coming up sooner and sooner, I just don't want to deal with it. You don't mind that I am in your old room do you?"
"No, you know what's mine is yours girl. We are like married people. Just do what you need to do. So when can you come out for another visit, we have another stop in Dallas next week and it's a three day one, so I was hoping to fly you out so I can see you."
"With everything going on around here, I don't know if I can. But I will try alright girl?"
I didn't want to admit it but I was massively disappointed with her answer. I thought she would want to see me more considering what we had lost in the weeks before my job in the WWE. But it seemed to be the opposite, and it was really irking me.
"Okay, do what you need to. Listen what did you call me for, do you need something? Is my mom alright?"
"Yes Hay, she's fine, I just wanted to check in with you. I know I haven't been the world's best friend since I've been home and you've been on the road, but there was just some stuff I had to deal with. But I am calling you now, which is better then never right?"
"You're right, so you didn't need anything? Because I was supposed to do some writing before I crashed, but right now all I can see is the spots before my eyes."
"Then go to bed, we can talk another time. Send Brian and Zach my love. Oh and Hayley, you better choose soon."
No sooner had I gotten the words out of my mouth, she was gone. I had no idea what she had meant by that, but I had a feeling she was asking me to choose between Zach and Brian. What she didn't know was that I already had, and they both knew it.
"I asked her to choose Zach."
"Why would you do that Ariel? I told you, I accept that she is with Brian now, if I can't have her in my life in a dating way, I had better accept a friendship."
"Yeah and it's eating away at you that she's with him. The fact that right now he could be sharing her bed and being where you wanted to be from that first day you met her."
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"Believe what you Zach, but I will think I know exactly what I am talking about. You love Hayley, you know you do, and she knows you do, now all of you have to do is lay it out there and move on."
"I did lay it out for her, numerous times and I am not with her. This means that she wants to be with Brian. He's my friend and she's my friend and I don't want to get involved."
As she hung up the phone I thought about what she said. Hayley knowing that I loved her. I didn't think she heard me that day in the hospital, but she could very well have, and I had to admit I was scared. If she knew and wasn't telling me, did that mean she didn't care? Or that she was with Brian because she didn't know what to say to me to get back together with me, where I know she belonged?
Walking over the window, and the laptop sitting there, I decided to get online and check my email. Also since I couldn't do much in terms of getting in the ring, at least for the next 3 weeks, I figured I might as well make use of the time and catch up on the life going on around me.
Opening my email, I saw a header that caught my eye. I didn't recognize the email address or the nickname of the person with it, but the title sounded like something only one person I know would do. Clicking on the link it opened the email, and within seconds I was finding it hard to breathe.
To: email@example.com From: firstname.lastname@example.org
Subject: "Please Don't Drive Me Home Tonight, Because I Don't Wanna Feel Alone"
I know you don't expect this email or anything else from me for that matter after what I have done to you. Kissing Brian, as nice as it was, was a mistake and I will never be able to really tell you how sorry I am that you saw it and how much I hurt you.
I've been sitting here trying to figure out my future, and in a nutshell, my future might be better without the WWE. I have talked to Jim, and we have both decided that I would be better in the PR department, so this will be my last big trip on the road with you and with Brian.
I wrestled ( yeah good one huh?) with this idea for awhile now, and it took my accident and my stupid way of trying to fix things for you and for me, that made me realize this is not for me. So I am going to be working PR and then in a few months if I feel the need to come back, I will be. I leave tomorrow to go back to Stanford, and then from there, I will be living there, and commuting to work.
I am calling Brian to my room tonight, actually he is on his way now, and we are going to discuss our future and Zach, it's over. Brian and I, we are good together, but I'm missing a big something in there, and maybe being away from it all will help me find it. Why I am telling you this I don't know, maybe so we leave with you knowing everything.
Zach, this isn't easy for me at all so I am just going to write it, and let you take it where you will. I heard you in the hospital and before you think I don't care and didn't want to mention it to you, every time I got around you, I had to keep my mouth shut because we were finally getting back to normal, like back when I was first doing that interview with you. I didn't want to hurt you anymore and God knows I didn't want to hurt Brian. I know you love me, I heard you say it, but what you never got to hear was how much I truly love you too.
What's missing is you Zach, but for my own sanity, I need to be away from all of this. Brock could have killed you, and me and it wouldn't have meant anything to him. So please understand, that I do love you, I will always love you, and goodbye.
PS: You wanted me to admit everything when I first came into the WWE, and you wanted to know what I was running from. I'm running from myself Zach, and how good you have the ability to make me feel. Above everything you were a good friend and I will never stop thinking about you.
*~Cut back to Zach's POV~*
Looking at the screen, and trying not to let it get to me, I stood to my feet. She had sent that only about five minutes before, which meant that Brian hadn't yet gotten there and there might be a chance to make her change her mind. I only hoped I could get there with enough time to make her change her mind. I had known there was a reason I couldn't give up on her no matter how much I tried, and she had answered that in her email.
Grabbing my cane and heading for the door, I took one more look around the room, and turned off the light. I was off to finally get the girl of my dreams and bring her home with me.
Chapter 27 - Growing Up Can Be So Strange
I was bored and I wanted nothing more then to finish packing and hit the airport before my flight left, but I still had to wait for Brian to get here so we could have our talk about me going home.
I didn't know how he was going to take it, and I wish it was easy to just say that I don't care how it takes it and go home, but there was something there with us, being such good friends with him and having it go naturally from there to where it was now. We hadn't slept together, and I think that was alright on both of our parts, because it wouldn't do what it had done with me and Zach.
Sitting down on the bed and waiting, I remembered the email I had sent him to say goodbye and to explain. I was just glad he wouldn't get it until after I left because then I wouldn't have to explain any of this to him and have it hurt that much more to leave. Ever since I got out of the hospital I had been in deep talks with Vince and with Jim and we decided that me being somewhere else was better then being in the ring or tackling anyone's storylines. I knew I could do a much better job in PR work anyway. I had that much faith in myself but I cannot just sit down and say that leaving Brian and Zach would be easy.
Hearing the knock on the door, I jumped up to answer it. I knew Brian would be here any second and this had to mean that it was him. As I got to the door and opened it, the last person in the world I wanted to see was standing there. I was totally speechless.
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah sure why not, but why?"
"I have something to tell you, that I think you should know. This needs to end Hayley."
"Well we finally agree on something. So please tell me what you have to say that you think I need to know or would want to know. I have a flight to catch."
"Yes flight. I am being moved to Stanford to work with the WWE in their PR department. I don't want to miss it. So like I said, make this quick."
"Are you leaving because of me?"
"Why would you think that?"
"I did some mean and stupid things to you that's why I think that Hayley."
"No, it's not you."
"Then is it because of what Brock did to you?"
"In a nutshell and as much as I love writing something other then real life, I cannot do that with my health in tact here."
"You're going to be missed."
I had to laugh here; it was just so retarded hearing him tell me that I was going too missed. The only people I was close to aside from Brian knew I was leaving and I had to say, there were no tears and no bloodshed over it yet. I knew I would be missed but I also knew when I was replaced, it wouldn't be as bad anymore.
"What are you laughing for?"
"You said something I found slightly amusing. Good job. So what is it you have to tell me?"
"Maybe you are doing the best thing in leaving."
"Yeah I figured this was coming. You wont have anyone to hurt and pick on and treat like shit anymore right Randy?"
He actually looked like I hurt him, and that wasn't something I was prepared to see coming from this guy and everything that he had done along with his best friend.
"All of the things I have done, I am not proud of them, and what I've wanted to do the entire time is just try again. Not date you or anything like that, but Hayley you need to know."
"I need to know what?"
"This was all a plan and you were the star and everything that happened had nothing to do with what I actually wanted to do with you. Not one minute of it. If you have issues believing that then please, think back to the dinner we had before we took that drive that I insisted on taking. How did you feel when we were having dinner?"
"Safe, normal, happy. What does this have to do with anything now Randy?"
"It means I didn't want to hurt you. I am sitting here telling you that I didn't want too but that I know that by going along with this plan from first glance, that's exactly what I've done."
"Whose plan was this, and since you are trying to tell me everything, just lay it out there and I won't say a word until you are done. I'm listening."
He looked troubled, like whatever it was that he was going to tell me was really eating him up inside and I knew that this wasn't easy on him, but at the same time I was worried because this could all be part of the bigger picture and he would just hurt me again because my guard was down. I let all the thoughts race through my head and he cut them off when he started to speak. He now had my full attention.
"Brock noticed you the first day you came here with Zach, to check him in and then every other day afterwards that you came back, he saw you liked you I guess. I'm not sure what the whole idea in his head was, I still don't but he befriended Zach to get around you. He used your best friend to further his attempts to get near you, and to affect you. He wanted you to have him on your mind I guess. He told me to ask you out, which wasn't a big stretch because Hayley I saw you too, and I am a guy, I liked what I saw. When we went to dinner that was the only time he had no idea what we were doing. I gave myself that much. The drive, the club the drugs, he supplied all of that."
"But Randy he wasn't there with us until the end."
"He didn't have to be to have his hand in all of this. He supplied everything. He rented that damn car, he made me pocket the drugs, he also told me to make sure it looked like you were so wasted you didn't know what was happening to you, so if the time came and you came after the WWE and me, it would just look like you were a whore. You aren't a whore to me and you never were. He wanted all of this to play out. He hates Zach, being friends with him for that brief time must have killed him, but he did it because in his mind he wanted the prize."
"And the prize was me?"
"Yes, he told me earlier that you were young, and you didn't need to be with Zach, who couldn't give you everything you wanted and desired. He has it in his mind that by doing all of this you might end up coming to him."
"Randy, he beat me up. That night you told me Zach was down the hall, which I knew could have been a set up; he caught me and pulled me into a locker room and scared the shit out of me, and then hit me to get his point across. If he liked me that much why would he do that?"
"I don't know. He's not all there right now. He wanted to take his character in this direction but Hayley, what he has done is taken himself that way too. Brock has always been my best friend since I came here, and this is not him. I won't sit there and make excuses though because he's sick and he needs to be stopped. I am here telling you all of this and letting you know that you made the right decision to leave because he won't touch you anymore and maybe not having you around will fix what he is breaking. All of this was a plan, and I got out of that plan now and he threw me out. I needed to tell you and make you understand Hayley. I'm sorry."
I could tell he meant it this time and that whatever he was in on before was now finished and he was doing the right thing. I hated to think that Randy was capable of doing the right thing, but from the look on his face right now, and what he was saying, he obviously was, ready to do the right thing.
I don't know what made me do it, but when I knew he was finished, I gently brushed my lips against his, but as I did, my room door opened and everything went right to hell all over again.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I went to her room and knocked, but I obviously didn't know loud enough because when I opened the door, here was Hayley with the one guy that had hurt her, and in his arms no less, kissing him. I had run with that email, thinking that maybe she was ready to admit to me that she really liked me and we were supposed to fix all of this and I had half expected Brian to be here, but he wasn't and Randy was. With his arms around her.
She looked to the door and saw me, and saw my instant reaction, but I couldn't stay there anymore. Turning on my heel as fast as I could and as fast as walking with the cane could take me I left and went back down the hallway again. But not before I heard her coming after me.
"Zach wait, it's not what you think."
I was tempted to keep walking but I had heard that line once before and right now it was making me sick.
"That's what you said about your boyfriend when I found you kissing him too wasn't it Hayley? Jesus you sent me that email and now I find you with Randy. Are you really a part of your own sick game here or what?"
"No! God, it was a small thank you for telling me the truth kiss. That's all. And you got my email?"
"Yes I did, and I had everything planned to make you stay, but Hayley, as of right now, I don't want to hear your voice, or see your face because you make me sick. So have a nice flight, an even better job and goodbye."
It hurt to say that she made me sick, but I felt like I was about to stop breathing when I walked into that room. I had so much I wanted to tell her, but what I walked in on ruined that and this was better this way, if she knew how sick I was over this, and she left, then maybe we could all get on with our lives. Turning and walking down the hall, I knew she wasn't following me. It was over, and this time with her leaving, there would be no going back.
*~Airport, Hayley's POV~*
I had said goodbye to Brian, it was short and sweet because I wasn't in the mood for a big goodbye anymore and now sitting at the airport, I knew leaving was the best thing I could do for myself where Brock was concerned, and for everyone else that I had hurt since I had shown up there.
I looked up at the flight schedule and saw when my flight would be leaving and when, and carrying my bags I made my way to where I needed to go. For the second time in two months, I was starting over again. The difference this time, I was doing it alone, and no one could take that from me.
Chapter 28 - It's So Bad, It's Too Late, So Long
"No I don't like it that way, just go back to what it was before and then bring it to me again and I'm sure I'm going to love it. You were on the right track."
Placing the phone down on the hook, I took a moment to look out the window. It had been a whole two months since I had left the WWE writing job, and I was doing really well for myself over here now. I got a long with everyone and there was no reason not to love what I was doing.
Throughout all of the happiness with my job, I still remained best friends with Ariel and she had even graduated with me. We were done with school and now being out on my own just seemed more final. I was now an adult, but as said adult, I couldn't help thinking back to months before and all the mistakes I had made when I shouldn't have.
Brian had called and come to see me as much as he could because of his road schedule. He was back in the habit and I was so happy for him. The last time he had come and visited me and saw my new apartment that I had Stephanie help me pick out, he was shocked. He knew I was doing well, but getting in with the bosses daughter and her fiancÚ, and taking things much more seriously was a little bit of a surprise for him.
We finally made love, and it was nice. It wasn't like the night I shared with Zach in the hotel room in my hometown and I didn't think anything would ever compare to that because he touched me and made me feel again, and it was because of what he sparked inside of me that made my transition with Brian that much easier. I wasn't afraid to feel anything anymore, and it helped us out really well.
Throughout my time here, Randy had called me and told me what Brock was up too now. He hadn't given up on his plans for me yet, but Randy was sure as more and more time passed the idea of chasing me would get old and he would come around and be the Brock everyone remembered again. It was nice to have these people in my life, and not to feel any stress, and it was true, I didn't feel anything like I had before. I felt complete.
Opening the door to my office, the secretary smiled at me.
"You've got a call on line two, sounds like something you might want to take privately."
Picking up the phone and pressing the line button, I couldn't help feeling weird. Something in the pit of my stomach told me that I should be worried.
"How is my gorgeous girlfriend today?"
I relaxed when I heard Brian's voice on the line. His voice wasn't erratic and upset, it was normal and I totally needed to kick my own ass for immediately thinking something was wrong.
"Busy as hell, but glad you called. When do I get to see you again?"
"Well that depends on when you want to see me again little lady."
"How soon can you be here?"
He didn't answer me right now and I began to wonder how much he really wanted to come after all. It seemed like a pretty easy question, but when I looked up from my desk, I saw him standing in front of me with red roses, a huge smile and the cell phone attached to his ear.
"Is this soon enough for you?"
"Oh what the hell do you want? You know for someone who isn't even on this show, you are always here. I would assume since Hayley left you would get bored and screw off."
"We need to talk Gowen, so why don't you just let me in the damn locker room and give up on beating me up for what happened with Hayley alright?"
I let him in the room and he stalked past me. I had no idea in hell what he wanted with me at this moment in time. We hadn't talked much before, so now shouldn't be time to become best friends. I suppose I owed it to him to relax and listen though.
"I came here because I wanted to tell you to watch your back."
"Running errands for Lesnar are we?"
"Damn Zach, listen to me. I went to Hayley's room that night to tell her the truth, every bit of it, and for some reason she doesn't hate me anymore. So I am here telling you everything now. You need to be careful."
"Why is that?"
"I thought that having Hayley working miles and miles away from us now would make Brock forget whatever he has planned, but if anything he is talking about her more. He has to go to Stanford to see Vince, and she works there, and he's going to go see her. But as much as he has it in for her, or wants her, he plans to make sure you don't get in his way."
"Well why don't you tell her boyfriend this? Because you of all people should know that whatever me and Hayley had as friends, or as anything for that matter went out the window. We no longer speak."
"You might not speak, but he wants her to come back here, so he knows the hold you have with her, he will use you to get what he wants."
"Okay Randy, I will heed you warning alright?"
"You'd better. This is not the Brock I knew two years ago. He's long gone and if something doesn't stop him soon, someone is going to get hurt. In all honesty I don't want anyone hurt, but that person might be you, and I want to make sure you know that."
"I know, and I hear you, and hell I will call Hayley and warn her alright?"
"No, I can call her, I just want to make sure that you knew to watch you back, but don't worry it won't be coming from me."
Closing the door and turning on the alarm, I sat down on the couch and thought about the day we had just had. Brian showing up at the office like he had, and taking her out to dinner, and then dancing, and then instead of coming back to the house, we went to his hotel room, and making love to him. The night couldn't get any more perfect even if I tried.
Pushing the button on the machine, I saw that there were two new messages from the time I left that morning. I knew I was supposed to get one from Stephanie because she wanted to give Brian the night off next week so that we could double with her and Paul and go have a good time. So when hers was the first voice I heard, with a time and place and date set in stone, I deleted it and made a mental note to call her the following morning. The second message clicked in and when I heard it, it made my blood run cold. That's why I had felt sick earlier in the day.
"Hayley, its Randy. I don't want to freak you out, but Brock isn't letting up. He has a meeting with Vince in town, and he's going to come looking for you. I know it could be nothing and he might just leave you alone, but I haven't been able to find him all day and Jim told me he flew out early. So please, for your own safety and my sanity, lock your doors, go to bed and Jesus if Brian is there make him stay there with you."
As the message clicked off, I heard a movement from the kitchen, and running in, I came face to face with him. Randy was right, he wasn't where he was supposed to be because he was standing here in front of me. I had never seen a look this mean on anyone's face before, and now I was starting to regret sending Brian back home tonight.
"How long have you been in my house?"
"Since you got that damn call from Randy. I am not happy he sold me out to be your friend, but hell, I managed to get your address from him when he wasn't looking, so he is still some help to me."
"Brock what the hell do you want from me?"
"You. I want you. The funny thing is Hayley Peterson; I think I have waited long enough. No more plans, no more games. I am going to have you."
"Brock, you don't want me, this is just a big huge mess. Please leave now and nothing bad can happen."
He didn't give me a chance to say much more. He slammed me against the wall, and holding me in place with his hands, roughly making sure there was no way I could move, I realized that as sick as he was, he really could seriously hurt me right now. As he was holding me though, the phone rang and as it hit the machine, he gave up the grip momentarily, and I ran as fast as I could. But not before he could grab me and throw me down on the floor hard.
I heard Zach's voice on the machine, and found that as much as we didn't talk; his voice was what was going to save me. Kicking my way out of Brocks tight grip on my ankle, I pushed the speaker button as Zach talked.
"Zach, he's here, you need to get help now."
"Hayley, what? Are you alright?" I heard him ask.
"Get help Zach, He's here and he's going to-"
Before I had a chance to finish, Brock threw a hand over my mouth and held me down and hitting the speaker button again, hung up the call.
"Now that was a very bad move ice princess. Now you're going to have to pay."
Chapter 29 - Maybe He'll Notice Me Now
"I just don't get it. She moved away, she didn't have anything to do with Brock anymore, so why in the world would he come after her at her home?" Stephanie asked as Paul and her paced the hallway waiting for word on Hayley's condition.
"I don't get it either, it doesn't make sense, but Zach seemed really out of it when he called us, and we did find her on the floor."
"He was nowhere to be found there is that right?"
"Right, but Stephanie, you need to talk to your dad about this. Zach told me what's been happening on your show, and I mean you saw her get injured in that ring anyway, so it's obviously pretty bad. Vince needs to know."
"I know Paul; I just didn't think Brock would get this sick. I mean his character is one thing, this is something entirely different."
"It happens though. So have they been able to tell you anything?"
"Nothing, we aren't family and her mother wont be here until tomorrow."
"Give me a few minutes with a nurse. I think I can use my charms to make her tell me what's happening in that hospital room."
Stephanie watched her fiancÚ walk away and over to the nurses station and she took a seat on the couch. Paul was right, she did have to tell her father all of this and they had to make sure Brock changed, or he would have to be let go.
*~Brian's POV~* *~Next Day~*
"You want to tell me what the hell happened to my girlfriend? How could that sick fucker be allowed to be around her?"
I was pissed off, but at the same time, I had seen her in the bed before and just sitting there watching her breathe through tubes and watching her heart beat change every second with every move she made, it was tearing me apart. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.
Watching her this way made me think back to how I got to know her in the beginning, and what now kept me with her. I had met her when I wasn't at my best and here she was, for the second time, not at her best and it wasn't because she got into the ring all the time. It was because someone couldn't let the idea of her go and did want to kill her. I couldn't watch her die in front of me, and not knowing what was going on was killing me inside.
"Brian, when did you get here?" Stephanie asked me as she came around the corner with Paul attached to her.
"About five minutes ago. What do you know about what happened? All I know is I landed off the plane and Jim told me to get back on it and go home to her, that she was hurt. He did this didn't he?"
There was no reason for me to say his name. Stephanie and Paul knew who I meant, and it just didn't seem like it mattered to say that asshole's name in public. They just looked down at the floor and I knew it had to be bad and that he had done it.
"Okay I know he did it now, but what do you know?"
"Brian, Paul got the nurse to give him some information and I don't want to be the person to tell you this, because I cannot believe its happening, but he raped her, and apparently, beat her up pretty bad. She isn't going to die, but she won't ever be the same again."
"That son of a bitch raped her?"
"That's what the rape kit says Brian." Paul said, trying to keep his already shaky voice in check.
I didn't know what to say at this point. I wanted to be in that room with her, screwing the rules and just hold her. We had gotten really serious when she went to work in PR and I knew I should have stayed with her the night before instead of flying out for the show. I don't think this would have happened if I had been there. She would be fine and we would still be in bed, together. Now here I stood, with her two friends, people I didn't really talk too much, and they were telling me that my girlfriend was raped and that she won't ever be the same. I needed to know how things got so bad so fast.
I didn't have to wait long for my answer, as Randy and Zach made their way off the elevator and over to us. One half of the problem was here now, and I was damn sure going to get some answers.
I know he hated me for this happening. I didn't know what had happened yet but the fact that we were all standing around a hospital meant that it wasn't something that was pretty. I could see his eyes bearing down on me and blaming me for even being a part of this now. I didn't know what to tell him. This hurt me as much as it hurt him.
"You stupid asshole. You did this to her. He raped her and you are to blame for all of it."
I instinctively put my hands up to guard myself from Brian and his anger, but before Brian could do what he fully intended to do, Paul stepped in and put an end to it. We had worked together on RAW and I knew that although he didn't have my back that he might actually agree with Brian here I knew that this wasn't the place to fight and that's what was making him stop it.
"Guys, stop it. This isn't the place and Hayley needs us to all get along right now. Brian this isn't Randy's fault. Randy, some of it has been over the past little while from what Zach told us on the phone, but this had nothing to do with you. You went to Zach and warned him that Brock wasn't done, and apparently he wasn't. It could have turned out a whole lot differently for everyone if you hadn't done that."
Brian was still angry. Whatever Paul was saying was making sense, I could tell that by look on his face, but he didn't want to believe that I might have actually cared about her at the end of all of this. What I needed to know more then anything was if anyone knew where he was. Apparently I wasn't the only one who wanted to know that as well, because that was what made Zach start talking.
"Where is Brock now? Does anyone know?"
When everyone in the room shook their heads I felt sick to my stomach. There was a chance he could be here, watching all of us, waiting until we all left, and then making another move.
"Well if we don't know where he is, then there is a chance he could be here now isn't there?" I stated and getting the reaction from everyone, the feeling of dread was even worse. This was someone I considered a friend at one point, and now he was wanted for raping Hayley and for beating her up. This just seemed like a really bad dream that needed to be stopped.
I knew I had to do it, so I grabbed Brian and after excusing myself from the group I looked into his eyes, which were still boiling over with anger, and fear. He didn't know which way to go and I could sympathize, but in any way I could, I had to make this right.
"What do you want Randy?"
"I know you blame me for all of this, and I am blaming myself for this too, it never should have been taken this far. I made my peace with her before she took the new job and moved to Stanford, and I thought she was going to be alright. I didn't think he would go after her this way."
"Let me finish here Brian. I know you love her, and after I made my peace with her and she left, we kept in touch all the time. Brock and I didn't because I gave up on what he was doing, but when I heard he was going to Stanford, I called her and told her, and then I told Zach to watch his back too. I tried to do the right thing and although I might have been a little late, I hope you do realize that I feel really bad about this. I also understand your need to kill me right now."
"Randy, I don't want to kill you. IF anything, the issues with you brought us together in the first place. I don't blame you, I know you made your peace with her because she told me and I saw how happy she got when she talked to you. She did like you in the beginning and knew you could be a good person. I'm just sitting here scared. She's been raped, and beaten, and I don't think she will ever be the same, and that thought alone scares the hell out of me."
"She loves you Brian, you just can't let go of that."
"For her sake, I have too."
I had no idea what he meant at that point, but I had no idea that I was eventually find out. I was just glad he didn't want to hurt me, and that we could focus on making Brock pay for what he had done.
Chapter 30 - Is There Anything I Can Do?
"Thank you for coming in to see me on such short notice Brian. A lot has been happening around here lately and I think we needed to have a good long talk."
Jim had asked me into this meeting three weeks ago after Hayley's rape and I had turned him down. Now it seemed that things were finally getting back to normal so it seemed like the perfect time. I had no idea what he needed to see me about since Paul and Stephanie had told him about Hayley's rape, but hell I would help him out in any way that I could.
"I guess you are wondering why I asked you to come here and meet with me."
"To be honest, I am wondering a little bit about it yes, so now that we've got all the time in the world why don't you tell me?"
"We've been going over all of this for some time, and actually for the last three weeks we've been putting the wheels in motion on it."
"Wheels on what Jim?"
"We've talked it over and we are going to let Hayley go."
"I won't argue this with you Jim. She should have been let go after that match with Brock, she didn't need to be raped to be asked to leave. Did you think I would fight you on all of this?"
"I had no idea, but you being her boyfriend, we thought that you might want to know before we actually go and do it. I don't think she's going to want to leave and with you by her side maybe she can do it."
"We aren't dating anymore sir."
"I said she won't have me by her side because we aren't dating anymore. I had to do some serious thinking myself these last three weeks and I do agree that she should go home, but I won't be able to help her through anything regarding it. It's just not a possibility at the moment."
"Well son, I'm sorry to hear that. You two looked happy."
"There is someone you can talk too about this and who would be more then happy then help her out with the transition of going back home. That is if you are interested."
"Of course I am, who?"
"Zach. Zach Gowen knows her, hasn't left her side. He's your best choice Jim."
I hated this. I hated all of it. I had the talk with Randy in the hospital and he told me not to give up on her, that she needed me and what did I do? I gave up on her. As soon as she was lucid enough to know it was me talking to her, I told her it was over. I made her feel pretty bad about it all too. I just couldn't think of any other way to end things and make her go home then to blame her for all of this. I know that Randy didn't think it was smart and when Zach heard about what I had done he had flipped out and I had cost myself a friendship as well, but I had to keep her safe. She just couldn't know that I was trying to do that. She had to believe I was an asshole. Sitting here with Jim right now and giving him all the information just seemed so final, but maybe once she got back to Toronto she would finally be at peace.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I sat down on the couch and looked out the window. I heard a creak behind me and nearly jumped through the ceiling. Living in this house now just seemed so wrong. Every noise I heard, I thought that it was bad and I was going to relive all of the rape and the beating with Brock all over again. I was so close to the brink and I just didn't think I could take much more.
Grabbing the boxes, I started pushing all of the things I had bought into them. I wasn't going to give the WWE the chance to let me go. I was going to just leave. I had the ability to do that since there wasn't a contract for years and years of my time. I could just pack, have it all sent to fed ex or something, and just have them send it all back to me in Toronto.
I don't know how I got to this point. I had only been a high school student when all of this started. A girl who didn't have a boyfriend because her last one was too unbearable, and then I met Zach and my whole life changed. I knew I would never blame anyone for this but me, for putting myself here, but in the span of a few months and weeks, I had been beaten twice and raped. God knows what else would happen to me if I stayed here any longer. I had to admit I wasn't eager to find out. I was just hoping to go back to my life, start college and take care of my mother with the money I had made from this stupid job.
Spinning around and almost losing my footing I came face to face with Zach. It was obvious I needed to get out of this house and this city and just go back home. I was completely losing my mind and jumping around like a lunatic.
"Jesus Zach, scare a girl much?"
"I'm sorry. You didn't answer the door, so I got worried and I used the spare key under the plant outside."
"You mean I didn't get rid of that key?"
"No, it was still there."
"Oh Jesus that's how he got in the fucking house Zach! How could I have been so careless?"
He took me in his arms at this point and I didn't throw him away. I didn't want anyone touching me after what had happened, and apparently when someone cares that's all they want to do. Being in his arms, right this minute, I didn't feel so scared anymore. I knew that over the last three weeks I had shut myself off from the world, but hell, I didn't have much choice, seeing as every place I went and everything that I did reminded me of Brock and his hands on my body. That was a thought I had to rid myself of, and soon.
"Babe, it's not your fault alright? Where are you going?"
"I'm going back to Toronto as soon as possible Zach. I already sent in my resignation to Jim and to Vince, and even though they haven't come here to tell me to stay, I'm not staying. This is what's best. Are you going to help me pack or just stand there?"
"I was actually quite happy holding you actually."
"Yeah, surprise, I didn't hate it either."
I smiled lightly and after a few minutes of looking at me with this deep concerned look, his face broke out in a smile as well. It wasn't about me being with Brian anymore. Or me being around him in a ring or to support him. He knew the score now. He knew I needed to get back to my actual life and leave this nightmare behind me.
"So you really want to leave and go home?"
"Yes, Zach I do."
"I won't ask you to stay babe, if that's what you are thinking here. I just wanted to make sure it was what you wanted."
"There's this newspaper back home who asked me to come write for them. Human interest pieces and all that. Nothing to do with wrestling, or anything to do with school. Just my opinions and ideas on things. It seems like the best thing to do for me right now."
"You're right. But it won't make you leaving any easier for me."
"This has nothing to do with you."
"No, you are right it doesn't have a damn thing to do with me. I just hoped that you might miss me if you left. We have done some pretty heavy shit together you know?"
I knew where he was going with this, and I would be damned if we didn't get all this out in the open now. There was no way I could leave him and leave this life without confronting everything. It looked like now was going to be the time.
She was deep in her own thoughts now. I know she didn't want to get into all of this, but is she was going to leave and go back home, we had to put an end to this sick thing we called a friendship.
"We have been through some heavy shit."
"Hayley, I got your email."
"You-got the email?"
"So this is where you want to know what the hell I was thinking when I wrote it, is that it?"
"No, I know what you were thinking. Listen Hayley; just hear me out here alright?"
"I'm not going anywhere, speak your mind."
I had one shot, this one opportunity to tell her everything and put an end to all of it. The one question I couldn't help thinking was could I do it? Could I really bare my soul and hope that she actually didn't want to give up? Or maybe I tell her everything and we end this the right way? So many ideas were going through my head but I couldn't think of a single reason not to tell her everything. It had to be done.
"I love you, I always have. It started out with that interview, you asking me questions and in turn liking the answers and asking more. You had a job to do but it seemed like aside from getting an interview, you also got a friendship. Like maybe it was something you needed at the time or something. None the less, I got close to you, and that wasn't ugly, but everything after it that happened was. Yes we made love that night in my hotel room, back in Toronto, and we woke up together, and for every day after that happened I have just wanted to go back there and make sure neither one of us ever left. I know that's harsh and not a reality, but Hayley, I knew you were different. If I wanted to just get laid, I would have asked Ariel. I mean she didn't seem like the type to turn me down. I wanted you then and for every day after I have wanted you."
"Let me finish. I have needed to say all of this for some time now."
"Brock Lesnar faked a friendship with me, to get close to something. I'm not sure what his motivation was with you in all honesty, just that he was sick enough to use Randy to get it. Randy knows there was something wrong even then, but he didn't want to get involved. He was there to help his buddy. After your beating, he knew this had to stop and he's been working with me and Brian to stop it. But Brock wasn't done. He had to do as much damage as he could to you. He liked you, or that's what Randy tells me, and this is the sickest form of a crush I have ever seen. I tried to keep you safe. I called you that night to make sure you were safe and I wasn't there to stop it. That thought makes me sick. I should have seen this coming. He said he would never be done with you, and with us, and damn it he wasn't done. I close my eyes and I see you getting hurt and me not being able to help you and I die inside, a little more every time."
"Your email the night you were set to take the new job, well, I came to you and when you had your lips on Orton, it made me sick and it actually made me question if you two weren't all in on it together. But you had just made peace with him, and were planning on moving on and living and working somewhere else. I misread everything and I think I fucked it up more. The only thing that has stayed the same through all of this stuff, which was pretty bad, was Hayley, my love for you, and my desire to be with you. I realize now that bringing you in here was the worst move I could have ever done for us, and I guess all I want you to know now, is that I'm sorry."
I finished, and I turned to walk towards the door. I had said all I was going to be able to say and the rest was up to Hayley now. I didn't want to hurt her or put pressure on her, so leaving her house would have to be the best option for now. It was time for her to move on, and I had to let her do it. As her friend.
Oh there was no way he was going to say those things to me and get out of the house alive. I know he was doing it so that he could put an end to all of this hatred and sickness and let me move on happy and content, but a weird thought had occurred to me while he was talking, and even though he wanted to leave it at that, I knew I couldn't do that.
Taking a few steps towards him and slipping in to prevent him from leaving, I kissed him. I didn't know how it would feel, to be kissing someone, and have it not be forced, but it felt magnetic and opening my eyes just a crack and seeing Zach's eyes looking back as our lips locked, I knew there was no way he would be leaving the house today.