Post by Electra Stevens on May 27, 2012 23:17:58 GMT -5
Fear. Panic. Rage. Anger. Disgust, betrayal. A few of the many emotions that float through my panicked mind as I rush through the floors of the hospital, searching for Drake. Where the hell could he be? I ask every nurse doctor, orderly and patient I see. Describing him to them, asking if they’d seen him. I wasn’t having any luck.
What the fuck was going on? Well I knew what was going on….I’d been screwed over. Why? Because I cared, why? Because Rage was a sadistic son of a bitch who was so jealous he couldn’t handle me being with someone else…but that’s another story.
I get to the last floor and I pray that he’s here somewhere. I don’t even know what this floor is for but I have to find some clue. Someone had to have seen him….
I make it to the nurse’s station. The Nurse looks at me and her eyes go wide. She takes in my half fallen out pony tail, strands of my hair plastered to the sides of my face. My makeup is smudged giving me the disguise of a raccoon with rabies. My gear is dirty; the tape on my wrists is ripped and the best part…the belt on my shoulder, standing out like the proverbial sore thumb.
“Can I help you miss?” she asks, still looking rather shocked.
“I hope so. Look I know I look ridiculous…if we could just put that aside for a couple minutes. I’m looking for someone and it’s rather important that I find him.”
“Okay…what’s his name?”
“I don’t think he’s actually been admitted yet…”
She raises an eyebrow at me.
“I think he might have been brought here but fought the doctors and took off….”
The nurse’s eyes go wide and she puts a hand to her mouth.
“My god….are you Lexi?”
I stand still for a minute. “Yes….” I’m confused.
“So you’re looking for Mr. Hunter then….?”
I nod slowly.
“Thank god.” She lets out a large whoosh of air. She presses a button on the intercom. “Jake…Lexi is here….” She lets go of the button. “Jake will take you to him.”
I’m worried now. What was going on and why did they know my name?
Jake was a middle aged security guard with lines around his eyes and mouth. He gave me a kind smile.
“Follow me miss.”
“Thanks.” I say to the nurse and I jog to catch up with Jake. He swipes a security card on a set of doors and we enter. There’s a set of stairs up ahead.
“What’s going on?” I ask him...hoping he has more answers then the nurse did.
“Mr. Hunter was brought in a few hours ago to be treated…you’re a wrestler too aren’t you?”
I nod.
“Well he starts freaking out, talking nonsense. The doctors were going to try and give him a sedative but he knocked them all out of the way and then he ran up here. I’ve been guarding the door to make sure no one goes up there.” He points up the stairs for emphasis, “A few people tried to reason with him but all he kept saying was the only person he would talk to was Lexi.”
I felt my heart break. He’d given in…to the demons. I was all too familiar with those kinds of demons. I’d helped Justin deal with his for 13 years. I’d tried to help Rage with his but he refused to let me in. I’d seen it though. A couple days ago something had changed in Drake and I knew this was coming I just didn’t expect it to be this bad. Having to deal with my sister and then Justin’s BS and then this match with Hacker just sent him right over the deep edge…
I followed Jake up the set of stairs to a steel door with a big red emergency sign on it. He put a key in and pushed it open. I looked out onto a gravel covered roof. The sky had started to show the orange, purple and red hues of sunrise. Had it really been all night? Then I saw him. He was sitting, facing the NYC skyline, not moving. He was still in his gear from tonight.
“There you go miss. Good luck and just knock on the door when you’re done and I’ll let you out.”
“Thanks…for everything.” I smile sadly at him. He nods and shuts the door and the tears start down my cheeks. They’re slow at first as I try to hold back the sobs. I finally turn and start toward him. Petrified of the height we’re at. God help me, I hope he didn’t try to jump.
I finally reached him and sat down. [/i] “Beautiful sunrise isn’t it?” I say. He doesn’t move. He’s still staring blankly ahead. Like I’d seen him on the TV set in my locker room…right before he’d pummelled Justin.
“I’d hoped that the first one we shared would be a little happier.” I wipe some tears off my cheek with the back of my hand, and they were absorbed into the dirty tape. Why wasn’t he speaking? Or moving? Something….
“I’d really hoped too that when I told you I loved you the first time it wouldn’t be over a internet social program either but hey…we’re unique right?” I tried to laugh a little but all it did was make me sob…and then the waterworks come more freely. Why did it feel like I was losing him?
I put my face in my hands and I start to ball my eyes out. The first time in years that I’ve cried this way. The first time I’ve been so hurt that I didn’t know what else to do. Justin hadn’t been this bad. Sure he gave in to the rage demons but he didn’t go comatose. Rage…he was a whole other kettle of fish. Drake was something entirely different but I wasn’t giving up on him.
I don’t know how long we sat there, him staring blankly ahead, me crying like a baby before I felt something warm on my back and then it started to move up and down, comforting. I look up and when I turn, he’s smiling at me a little. Not the smile I loved, but it was a little piece of him returning. He looks hollow and shaken and confused a little but he knows why I’m here, he knows who I am. He uses his other hand to wipe tears away from my cheeks.
“Don’t cry for me Lexi. I’m not worth it.” He says, his voice is dry and harsh. It only makes me cry harder and he pulls me into his chest and holds me, rocking. Shouldn’t I be the one comforting him? I pull back to look into his face.
“You should have told me sooner Drake. I could have prevented this. I could have helped you.”
“It needed to happen. I needed to let it take control so I could be stronger.”
“This isn’t where your strength comes from honey. Those demons are not your strength. Your strength comes from here.” I put my hand on his chest right above where his heart would be. “Your strength comes from here…” I put his hand over my heart. I know at the moment that he’s not my Drake yet. My Drake would have made a comment about being so close to my breast; instead he’s looking at me with a look of vulnerability in his eyes. I put a hand on either side of his face and force him to look at me.
“We’re in this together now Drake and your not going to get rid of me. No man in a paintball suit, no man with a sledgehammer and no man with a big mouth is going to keep me away from you. I love you Drake Hunter and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”
He doesn’t smile or smirk, he simply pulls me forward to kiss me. One of the best kisses we’ve ever shared but it breaks apart too soon. He shakes his head and backs away.
“I love you more than anything Lexi; it’s why you have to leave me alone. You have to let me handle this on my own. I don’t want you to get hurt …I might hurt you…..”
“Shut up.” The force of my voice causes him to startle a little and he looks up at me. “Enough. I’m not going anywhere. I told you that and I bloody well mean it. There is nothing you can do to get me to leave. I am not some coward that is going to run away at the first sign of trouble. I’m not scared of anything. I’m not scared of you…”
“You should be.” He says it barely above a whisper.
“No. Stop that.” I crawl across the gravel to where he moved away from me. “You are just going to have to accept that I’m in this for the long haul. You think I take love lightly? God sakes I was so afraid to tell you because this is still so new and I didn’t want to get hurt again but god damn it I don’t give a rats ass because all I care about is making sure you kill these demons in your head because they aren’t you….the last month you have been with me and you have not let those bloody things influence your life at all and look at how happy we’ve been? Sure there have been bumps and they’ve been pretty big ones but we got over them and we’re going to get over this one too. You just have to trust me. Start telling me more Drake cuz we’re never going to be able to beat this guy when you don’t tell me anything.”
“I know who he is….” His eyes went dark again.
“No no no no.” I shake him and his eyes clear. “NO. I don’t know why you think that Jordan is behind this but I’m telling you he isn’t. There is no way. The night I was kidnapped Drake, he was out with Mary and the reason I know this is because I’m the one that bought them the theatre tickets as a gift for their anniversary. Believe what you want honey but I know in my heart that Jordan is still your friend and he would never do this to you or me.”
He remains silent. I wouldn’t press him for more information right now, as long as he was part way sane it was progress, I just had to make sure that Jordan stayed far away from him for a while. I’d update him later but now, I had to get Drake off this roof and into bed.
“Come on big guy, I’ve got some really nice breakfast and a big fluffy bed waiting for you.” I help him to his feet and he leans on me a little and without warning he pulls me into a tight embrace.
“Thank you Lexi.” He whispers into my ear. “It’s not going to be easy.”
“If I wanted easy, I would have stayed with Rage.” Again, another sign that he still wasn’t normal. Drake would have laughed, made a tic tac comment but he continued to cling onto me as I made my way toward the exit. I knocked and Jake smiled when he saw me with Drake.
“Every man needs his woman.” Jake said.
I could only smile at him as we made our way down the flight of stairs toward the main floor.
The doctors insisted on checking him out before letting me take him back to his hotel. They bandaged him up, gave me a prescription for some painkillers and sedatives and told me that if I needed to that I could call a nurse to come and check on him.
~*~
It was bullshit. The woman fucking double crosses me, makes a fool out of everyone and then she gets a fricken title shot? What that blue hell was this garbage? What Turner should be doing is finding out who the hell is behind that stupid paintball mask and get rid of him…no he keeps him on the roster, allowing him to continue to torment and humiliate us.
Disgusted I close the webpage and I look over to the bed. Drake is sleeping peacefully, at least drug induced peacefully. It’s been a couple hours since I’d gotten him back in his own bed. I’d tried to sleep myself but found my mind was too active. Everything that had happened last night replayed in my mind like a highlight reel.
My match with Mets. Whether or not we were still friends or not? If I had lost I’d have no trouble still talking to her but she’s a different person then I am. It was a good fight, there were a lot of close calls and she’d given me some pretty good shots. Bruises I was going to feel for a while. We’d both gotten our finishers in on each other. I’d give her a few days to settle and then I’d try and text her. I was going to be here with Drake for a while. I couldn’t leave him alone, not yet. There was too much at stake.
Watching horrified as Drake beat his friend and then while Justin egged him on into the point of Drake almost breaking his skull. The Match with Hacker, my god.
Then…the fact that I chose to go out there and support Laura with Chris before going to the hospital with my sick boyfriend because I thought she needed help…it was low, it was disgusting that I was so naïve and I was going to enjoy using my new moves on her and making her cry for mercy. She was freakin road kill.
I glance over at the chair opposite me and there are both our belts, glinting in the light from the window. It was a nice picture and I pulled out my iphone to do just that, snapping it at just the right time so that the glint was caught. When Drake was better, he’d appreciate that.
I turned again when he stirred a little but he rolled over and went back to sleep. I had my work cut out for me but I wasn’t giving up.
I climbed into bed beside him and spooned against him. He moaned a little and I wondered if that mean that my Drake was still in there somewhere and he was going to make an appearance sooner rather than later.
I knew one thing for damn certain. Laura was not going to take my belt. I was going to make sure that pretty little face of hers needed to be looked at in a hospital when I was done. I almost used my favour with my step-father for her….she didn’t even realize what I had given up to have that favour. She was trailer trash garbage that didn’t deserve to be in the same ring as me or anyone else at NYCCW. Calling themselves True Wrestling Icons. Fuck me, what a joke. Well one thing was for sure, all Rage did was prove me right once again. He couldn’t show loyalty to anyone one or anything. He only ever looked out for one person…himself, which was precisely the reason why I’d sent copies of the last couple weeks shows to Terry and my lawyers. There was no way in hell he was getting anywhere close to my son.
I put my arm around Drake and snuggle in. He moans again. Must be a good sign…it had to be.
I kissed his temple and he smiled in his sleep.
“I’m not going anywhere Baby.” I whisper in his ear and snuggle further into him.
What the fuck was going on? Well I knew what was going on….I’d been screwed over. Why? Because I cared, why? Because Rage was a sadistic son of a bitch who was so jealous he couldn’t handle me being with someone else…but that’s another story.
I get to the last floor and I pray that he’s here somewhere. I don’t even know what this floor is for but I have to find some clue. Someone had to have seen him….
I make it to the nurse’s station. The Nurse looks at me and her eyes go wide. She takes in my half fallen out pony tail, strands of my hair plastered to the sides of my face. My makeup is smudged giving me the disguise of a raccoon with rabies. My gear is dirty; the tape on my wrists is ripped and the best part…the belt on my shoulder, standing out like the proverbial sore thumb.
“Can I help you miss?” she asks, still looking rather shocked.
“I hope so. Look I know I look ridiculous…if we could just put that aside for a couple minutes. I’m looking for someone and it’s rather important that I find him.”
“Okay…what’s his name?”
“I don’t think he’s actually been admitted yet…”
She raises an eyebrow at me.
“I think he might have been brought here but fought the doctors and took off….”
The nurse’s eyes go wide and she puts a hand to her mouth.
“My god….are you Lexi?”
I stand still for a minute. “Yes….” I’m confused.
“So you’re looking for Mr. Hunter then….?”
I nod slowly.
“Thank god.” She lets out a large whoosh of air. She presses a button on the intercom. “Jake…Lexi is here….” She lets go of the button. “Jake will take you to him.”
I’m worried now. What was going on and why did they know my name?
Jake was a middle aged security guard with lines around his eyes and mouth. He gave me a kind smile.
“Follow me miss.”
“Thanks.” I say to the nurse and I jog to catch up with Jake. He swipes a security card on a set of doors and we enter. There’s a set of stairs up ahead.
“What’s going on?” I ask him...hoping he has more answers then the nurse did.
“Mr. Hunter was brought in a few hours ago to be treated…you’re a wrestler too aren’t you?”
I nod.
“Well he starts freaking out, talking nonsense. The doctors were going to try and give him a sedative but he knocked them all out of the way and then he ran up here. I’ve been guarding the door to make sure no one goes up there.” He points up the stairs for emphasis, “A few people tried to reason with him but all he kept saying was the only person he would talk to was Lexi.”
I felt my heart break. He’d given in…to the demons. I was all too familiar with those kinds of demons. I’d helped Justin deal with his for 13 years. I’d tried to help Rage with his but he refused to let me in. I’d seen it though. A couple days ago something had changed in Drake and I knew this was coming I just didn’t expect it to be this bad. Having to deal with my sister and then Justin’s BS and then this match with Hacker just sent him right over the deep edge…
I followed Jake up the set of stairs to a steel door with a big red emergency sign on it. He put a key in and pushed it open. I looked out onto a gravel covered roof. The sky had started to show the orange, purple and red hues of sunrise. Had it really been all night? Then I saw him. He was sitting, facing the NYC skyline, not moving. He was still in his gear from tonight.
“There you go miss. Good luck and just knock on the door when you’re done and I’ll let you out.”
“Thanks…for everything.” I smile sadly at him. He nods and shuts the door and the tears start down my cheeks. They’re slow at first as I try to hold back the sobs. I finally turn and start toward him. Petrified of the height we’re at. God help me, I hope he didn’t try to jump.
I finally reached him and sat down. [/i] “Beautiful sunrise isn’t it?” I say. He doesn’t move. He’s still staring blankly ahead. Like I’d seen him on the TV set in my locker room…right before he’d pummelled Justin.
“I’d hoped that the first one we shared would be a little happier.” I wipe some tears off my cheek with the back of my hand, and they were absorbed into the dirty tape. Why wasn’t he speaking? Or moving? Something….
“I’d really hoped too that when I told you I loved you the first time it wouldn’t be over a internet social program either but hey…we’re unique right?” I tried to laugh a little but all it did was make me sob…and then the waterworks come more freely. Why did it feel like I was losing him?
I put my face in my hands and I start to ball my eyes out. The first time in years that I’ve cried this way. The first time I’ve been so hurt that I didn’t know what else to do. Justin hadn’t been this bad. Sure he gave in to the rage demons but he didn’t go comatose. Rage…he was a whole other kettle of fish. Drake was something entirely different but I wasn’t giving up on him.
I don’t know how long we sat there, him staring blankly ahead, me crying like a baby before I felt something warm on my back and then it started to move up and down, comforting. I look up and when I turn, he’s smiling at me a little. Not the smile I loved, but it was a little piece of him returning. He looks hollow and shaken and confused a little but he knows why I’m here, he knows who I am. He uses his other hand to wipe tears away from my cheeks.
“Don’t cry for me Lexi. I’m not worth it.” He says, his voice is dry and harsh. It only makes me cry harder and he pulls me into his chest and holds me, rocking. Shouldn’t I be the one comforting him? I pull back to look into his face.
“You should have told me sooner Drake. I could have prevented this. I could have helped you.”
“It needed to happen. I needed to let it take control so I could be stronger.”
“This isn’t where your strength comes from honey. Those demons are not your strength. Your strength comes from here.” I put my hand on his chest right above where his heart would be. “Your strength comes from here…” I put his hand over my heart. I know at the moment that he’s not my Drake yet. My Drake would have made a comment about being so close to my breast; instead he’s looking at me with a look of vulnerability in his eyes. I put a hand on either side of his face and force him to look at me.
“We’re in this together now Drake and your not going to get rid of me. No man in a paintball suit, no man with a sledgehammer and no man with a big mouth is going to keep me away from you. I love you Drake Hunter and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”
He doesn’t smile or smirk, he simply pulls me forward to kiss me. One of the best kisses we’ve ever shared but it breaks apart too soon. He shakes his head and backs away.
“I love you more than anything Lexi; it’s why you have to leave me alone. You have to let me handle this on my own. I don’t want you to get hurt …I might hurt you…..”
“Shut up.” The force of my voice causes him to startle a little and he looks up at me. “Enough. I’m not going anywhere. I told you that and I bloody well mean it. There is nothing you can do to get me to leave. I am not some coward that is going to run away at the first sign of trouble. I’m not scared of anything. I’m not scared of you…”
“You should be.” He says it barely above a whisper.
“No. Stop that.” I crawl across the gravel to where he moved away from me. “You are just going to have to accept that I’m in this for the long haul. You think I take love lightly? God sakes I was so afraid to tell you because this is still so new and I didn’t want to get hurt again but god damn it I don’t give a rats ass because all I care about is making sure you kill these demons in your head because they aren’t you….the last month you have been with me and you have not let those bloody things influence your life at all and look at how happy we’ve been? Sure there have been bumps and they’ve been pretty big ones but we got over them and we’re going to get over this one too. You just have to trust me. Start telling me more Drake cuz we’re never going to be able to beat this guy when you don’t tell me anything.”
“I know who he is….” His eyes went dark again.
“No no no no.” I shake him and his eyes clear. “NO. I don’t know why you think that Jordan is behind this but I’m telling you he isn’t. There is no way. The night I was kidnapped Drake, he was out with Mary and the reason I know this is because I’m the one that bought them the theatre tickets as a gift for their anniversary. Believe what you want honey but I know in my heart that Jordan is still your friend and he would never do this to you or me.”
He remains silent. I wouldn’t press him for more information right now, as long as he was part way sane it was progress, I just had to make sure that Jordan stayed far away from him for a while. I’d update him later but now, I had to get Drake off this roof and into bed.
“Come on big guy, I’ve got some really nice breakfast and a big fluffy bed waiting for you.” I help him to his feet and he leans on me a little and without warning he pulls me into a tight embrace.
“Thank you Lexi.” He whispers into my ear. “It’s not going to be easy.”
“If I wanted easy, I would have stayed with Rage.” Again, another sign that he still wasn’t normal. Drake would have laughed, made a tic tac comment but he continued to cling onto me as I made my way toward the exit. I knocked and Jake smiled when he saw me with Drake.
“Every man needs his woman.” Jake said.
I could only smile at him as we made our way down the flight of stairs toward the main floor.
The doctors insisted on checking him out before letting me take him back to his hotel. They bandaged him up, gave me a prescription for some painkillers and sedatives and told me that if I needed to that I could call a nurse to come and check on him.
~*~
It was bullshit. The woman fucking double crosses me, makes a fool out of everyone and then she gets a fricken title shot? What that blue hell was this garbage? What Turner should be doing is finding out who the hell is behind that stupid paintball mask and get rid of him…no he keeps him on the roster, allowing him to continue to torment and humiliate us.
Disgusted I close the webpage and I look over to the bed. Drake is sleeping peacefully, at least drug induced peacefully. It’s been a couple hours since I’d gotten him back in his own bed. I’d tried to sleep myself but found my mind was too active. Everything that had happened last night replayed in my mind like a highlight reel.
My match with Mets. Whether or not we were still friends or not? If I had lost I’d have no trouble still talking to her but she’s a different person then I am. It was a good fight, there were a lot of close calls and she’d given me some pretty good shots. Bruises I was going to feel for a while. We’d both gotten our finishers in on each other. I’d give her a few days to settle and then I’d try and text her. I was going to be here with Drake for a while. I couldn’t leave him alone, not yet. There was too much at stake.
Watching horrified as Drake beat his friend and then while Justin egged him on into the point of Drake almost breaking his skull. The Match with Hacker, my god.
Then…the fact that I chose to go out there and support Laura with Chris before going to the hospital with my sick boyfriend because I thought she needed help…it was low, it was disgusting that I was so naïve and I was going to enjoy using my new moves on her and making her cry for mercy. She was freakin road kill.
I glance over at the chair opposite me and there are both our belts, glinting in the light from the window. It was a nice picture and I pulled out my iphone to do just that, snapping it at just the right time so that the glint was caught. When Drake was better, he’d appreciate that.
I turned again when he stirred a little but he rolled over and went back to sleep. I had my work cut out for me but I wasn’t giving up.
I climbed into bed beside him and spooned against him. He moaned a little and I wondered if that mean that my Drake was still in there somewhere and he was going to make an appearance sooner rather than later.
I knew one thing for damn certain. Laura was not going to take my belt. I was going to make sure that pretty little face of hers needed to be looked at in a hospital when I was done. I almost used my favour with my step-father for her….she didn’t even realize what I had given up to have that favour. She was trailer trash garbage that didn’t deserve to be in the same ring as me or anyone else at NYCCW. Calling themselves True Wrestling Icons. Fuck me, what a joke. Well one thing was for sure, all Rage did was prove me right once again. He couldn’t show loyalty to anyone one or anything. He only ever looked out for one person…himself, which was precisely the reason why I’d sent copies of the last couple weeks shows to Terry and my lawyers. There was no way in hell he was getting anywhere close to my son.
I put my arm around Drake and snuggle in. He moans again. Must be a good sign…it had to be.
I kissed his temple and he smiled in his sleep.
“I’m not going anywhere Baby.” I whisper in his ear and snuggle further into him.
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