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Anything in Italics is a flashback.
Chapter 1: A Memory
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The familiar ring of the bell on the door didn't draw Kady Hall away from her nightly duties. She continued to straighten up the liquor bottles behind the bar, and restock the empty ones she was pulling off.
"Bars closed." She slightly yelled without turning her head.
"Then you should lock the doors." Replied a deep silky voice.
She snapped her head around to find a man standing there. Tall, dark and handsome, most people would call him. Deceiving, arrogant, and mean, is what Kady called him. Her eyes narrowed, and a look of hurt and shock crossed her face.
"Bet you thought you'd never see me again." he smirked at her.
"Hoped, is a better word." she replied turning around placing bottles on the shelf.
The thought of her hoping to never see him again sung at his heart. It almost hurt him physically. Although he would be deserving of it to get the kind of pain he inflicted on her.
"Kady, look.." he started.
"No, YOU fucking look. I don't know why you're here, but if its to finish me off, don't worry, I have nothing left." she said not turning around to meet his gaze burning a hole in the back of her head.
The barstool screamed across the wooden floor, still damp from the nights drunken ventures.
"That's not why I'm here." he replied taking a seat.
"I said, bars….closed." She said slowly turning around. Her eyes met his in a solemn stare. He could see the sadness in her lurking in her eyes. Sadness he caused. "You need me to spell it out for you? B-A-R I-S- C-L.."
"Kady, I just want to talk to you."
"You think you deserve it?" She asked her eyebrows now putting creases in her forehead.
"I think you deserve it." he replied softly
"You don't know a fucking thing about me, because if you did, you would have known how bad you hurt me that night." her finger now pointed at his face.
"I was an ass, Kady, I know that." his eyes softened against her fiery stare. He deserved this. He made her like that.
"Oh do you? They teach you that in a wrestling ring? Or did your friends make a bet and you lost, and you had to go to ass school to find out.?" she spat at him.
He closed his eyes and shook his head gently.
"I had no right to do th.."
"You're damn straight. What kind of twisted person rips somebody's heart out, knowing they're going to do it from the start?" She asked picking up the empty boxes and making her was to the back door. "You can let yourself out."
Randy ran a hand though his short hair. "Okay, harder than I thought it would be" he grumbled to himself.
Kady made her way back into the bar room and noticed Randy still sitting at the bar. She walked over to the window unplugging the numerous beer signs, and turning off all the lights on the floor. Making her way back behind the counter, she grabbed a dishrag and started wiping the bar off.
"What are you still doing here?" She asked ringing the dishcloth out and heading to wipe tables down.
"I just wanted to see you." came his meek reply.
"Well, You accomplished your goal. See ya around, Orton." She said, her voice shaky.
Fuck that. She wasn't crying over him again. The last 3 months were spent, working or crying. And quite frankly, it was bullshit. He tore her world apart, not the other way around. And just when she finally thought she was over him. Here he comes walking into her life again, just as cocky and self centered as he was 8 months ago.
He walked over to the tables she was cleaning, and grabbed her elbow so she was facing him. Her ice blue orbs stared into his.
"Don't….touch me." She replied jerking her elbow from his grasp.
"Jesus, Kady. All I want to do is talk to you. For 5 fucking minutes. Just hear me out." Randy pleaded.
"NO!" She almost screamed. Her breathing calmed. "Leave…. Please." She said in almost a whisper. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the floor.
"Kady" He whispered.
"Randy, Go." she said feeling as if the hot pools were going to spill any minute.
He nodded his head and turned around. He pushed open the door before turning back to her.
"For the record, I never meant to hurt you." he stated.
"You never mean what you say, Randy." she said finishing the table she was washing.
She heard the door close, and collapsed into the chair at the table. She held her head in her hands and let the hot liquid flow from her eyes freely.
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Kady looked around the smoky bar room as she heard deep laughter erupt from the group of guys that came in an hour ago. She finished handing a customer his drink when a pair of blue eyes met her gaze.
"What can I get ya?" She asked with a smile.
"Rum and Coke, 2 bud lights, and 3 Coors lights" The man shouted over the loud music.
She nodded and turned back a few minutes later with his order.
"$14.50" He handed her a 20 dollar bill.
"Keep it." he smirked at her. He was sexy to say the least. His hair perfectly spiked. His smile, almost devilish, but flattering, and his shirt clung to his sculpted body. The guys he was with, weren't on the ugly side either. A group of very good looking guys, all hanging out, was rare for her town. After all Spring Hill , Florida, was small, and filled with emo kids wearing out emotions with razor blades.
Randy made his way back over to the table he and his buddies were at. He set all the drinks down and looked back over to the bar. His friend John noticed him staring, and broke him out of his daze.
"You planning execution, or you just trying to get into her pants?" He laughed at him.
"I'll leave the fat chicks to you man." he smiled, slapping his shoulder a couple times.
"Ahhh, come on, she aint that big, besides. She's got a hell of a face." John replied taking a swig of his beer.
A few of the guys had made there was back from the dance floor. Polishing off the beers Randy had just got. He glanced back the girl serving customers. She smiled as she handed a regular his drink and turned to her co-worker to put the money in the cash register. Her smile was breathtaking, a line of perfect teeth perfectly resting on her bottom lip. He could see her clear blue circles radiating from across the room. And her high cheekbones making creases in the corner of her almond shaped eyes.
"What's with the distraction Randall?" Jeff Hardy asked him.
"He's planning on porkin' the bartender" John said pointing over, and laughing.
Jeff turned to look at what John had been pointing at. He didn't see anyone overly obese. Instead a medium height girl, with long dark locks that framed her face, falling over her chest. Sure she was curvy, she wasn't deathly skinny like some of the diva's, he could tell her boobs were real, and she had a brain, he liked the diva's of course, even though most of them were brainless twits.
"I'm not planning on fucking her. Lay off dude." Randy replied taking the bottle from his lips.
"You're right, she'd probably tell you to go to hell anyways." John said taking another swig of the amber liquid.
Randy's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. He pointed a finger into his own chest.
"Me. Tell me to go to hell?" He asked, not believing his ears.
"Yeah. You. Go to hell. That's what she'd say." he said smiling, dimples clearly evident.
Randy scoffed at the comment coming from his best friends mouth. He tossed his head back and looked over at his friends.
"What do you guys think?" John asked them, in a cocky tone.
"She'd do him." Adam Copeland nodded in agreement with Randy.
"Nah, I think Cena might be on to something. She looks smart. Smart enough to not get involved with this douche-bag" Jeff agreed pointing a thumb in Randy's direction.
"See, told ya. Juste because he dies his hair funny colors, doesn't mean its saturated his brain." John said with a smirk on his face. "Bet ya 500 bucks you can't nail her by the time we leave here on Friday." he smirked at his dark haired friend.
Jeff and Cody laughed at the antics of there fellow co-workers. "You're on." Randy said slapping Johns hand. He stood up from the table and made his way back over to the bar. He leaned in and ordered a shot of whisky. Kady handed it to him, and took the money out of his hand. He payed no attention to the burning liquid in his throat as he watched her clear customers from the bar. Soon after, he noticed he was the only one sitting there.
"Another?" She asked in a smooth tone.
"No." he shook his head. She turned around and started placing mixing glasses in a gray tub. She looked at the clock, seeing that it read 15 minutes till closing time. She hollered out 'Last Call' to the few people that were left in the bar. Randy continued to sit at the bar watching her. She wasn't huge. She wasn't what he normally went for either, but still beautiful to say the least. Her eyes held passion. Her long dark hair was flying around carelessly as she tried to straighten things out behind the bar. She looked over and noticed Randy still sitting there.
"Do you need something?" She asked him placing both of her hands on the counter.
He nodded his head, and open his mouth to speak. "Your phone number" he replied winking at her.
She burst out with laughter at his attempt. "Sorry Cazenovia, I don't give my number to random guys." He stuck out his hand to shake hers. She accepted the offer. "I'm Randy" he winked at her. "Kady" she smiled. "How about now?" he finished. She tilted her head to the side and studied his face. She shook her head clear of her own thoughts and pulled a piece of receipt paper from the register. She jotted down her number and handed it to him.
"You'll be hearing from me soon." he said slowly.
"Doubtful" She replied.
"Why, you give me the wrong number? Cuz I know where you work" A cocky grin spread across his face.
"No, But I'm not stupid. And guys like you don't call girls like me."
"What kind of guy am I?" He asked.
"You tell me." she stated putting her hand son her hips.
"I'm the kind of guy that calls." he smiled getting up from the barstool, sticking the paper in his pocket. "See ya around, beautiful"
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Randy stood outside the huge window and watched the love of his life cry herself into oblivion. Her cheeks were now red, and her nose was shiny. He should have walked back in and comforted her, took her into his arms and told her how sorry he was, and how stupid the whole thing wad, and how much he loved her. Something he'd never told her, but always expected her to know, but after all the pain he caused her, and the conversation he tried to have no longer than 15 minutes ago, he knew it wouldn't be a welcomed embrace. He sucked his bottom lip in licking it as he let it go. He fought the urge to go in, but instead got into the SUV and left. He would try again. He had to. He couldn't let her go without her knowing how much she actually meant. Even if she did think he crushed her on purpose.
