A/N: Just a new thing that I got this burning inspiration for the other day. I pressed pen to paper and so far it's fleshing out nicely. Hoping I can make something big out of it. Let me know your thoughts!
Disclaimer: Based loosely on the movie "Enough". I do not own any WWE characters or the amazing Randal Keith Orton.
Randy was fuming the night I had made up my mind to leave. I had taken enough shit from him. He had emotionally and mentally abused me, yet had never allowed himself to the breaking point to where he inflicted physical damage on me. I had to thank him somewhat for that. Part of me loved him and couldn't let go, and another half of me hated who he had become and wanted to leave it in the past.
The air outside was humid and dry; buckets on rain pouring onto the North Carolinian soil. It was nearing the end of the arid summer season and WWE Raw had released Randy to go on leave. He would be coming home today.
I mentally kicked myself for wasting all of this time. This valuable time that I could've left the house with our daughter and possibly fled the country. There was a stronghold on me that stopped me from leaving every time I had packed a suitcase. With much rebuttal from the angel and demon on my shoulders, my last minute choice was to let my daughter, Mia, go. It would give me an opportunity to deal with the Viper, himself.
"Mommy, where are we going?" Mia six year old inquisitive voice sounded. I was stuffing everything that I could find, that was Mia's, into her baby blue suitcase at an inhuman speed. I didn't even bother to fold anything like I usually would. I glanced at the Winnie the Pooh analog clock on the wall above her bed. The minute hand was nearing the nine which would read "10:45". Randy's arrival time.
I took a moment to look up at her from my kneeling position. She had grown to look so much like her father. Her icy blue irises were an eerie carbon copy of Randy's. The only difference seemed to be her caramel skin tone, which was slightly darker than Randy's tan one.
A horn impatiently sounded from outside. It was my sister's Honda Acura TL. I cleared my tightened throat to answer Mia.
"You've gotta stay at your Aunt Nelly's for a couple of days while I clean up a couple of things here with Daddy." I responded, gently. I hoisted her onto my waist, dragging her suitcase behind me, grudgingly. I was trying to make this quick. Randy never showed up late. Ever. I rushed out into the pouring rain and opened the back door of the purring car. I began to buckle her in.
"Amelia, I want you to listen to whatever your Aunt says. No backtalk and no difficulties, baby. Okay?" I clarified holding back tears. I left the suitcase on the available space next to where she was sitting.
"But mommy—I wanna stay..." She resisted her safety belts and attempted to wriggle out of her booster seat. I looked into the rearview mirror and she gave me a meaningful look. I knew that she would take care of Mia as if she was one of her own.
"I love you." I ran a shaky hand through her thick, knotty curls and kissed her forehead, despite her complaints. I pulled away from her and closed the door, letting the rain pelt my hair. I watched as the vehicle's wheels tore into the pavement and I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip. The taillights evaporated into the suburban darkness.
A/N: Review! I know its rough, but I had to flesh it out. Let me know if it's any good. There may be a few grammatical errors, I apologize in advance..I typed it fast, so my computer wouldn't crash on me. Enjoy!