Love Filled
By: Angel
Dated: 7/14/02
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing. All copyrights go to the WWE. sad eyes I
do own the poem at the beginning, not one of my best works but it seemed to
go with the story..
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I sit here in a crowded smoke filled bar room Wondering where I should be instead? Home? At some cheap hotel? On the road again? Going to the next city, and then the next and then the next?
Would it do me any good? Would it help you come back to me? Deep within my soul, I know the answer. Could you help piece back my broken heart?
Funny isn't it? How something so strong like ones heart, Can be so fragile? How it can shatter into a million pieces. And no, not one soul, would care!
I sit here in this smoky room, picking at the pieces. Tiring to fit them back together again. Amazed that none of them will fit one another. Clueless on how to put the pieces back together again.
Watching as they bleed in my hands, And I know if I listen carefully I can still hear a quiet thump. A thump of a beat that once was my heartbeat. Beating in one, as one, together!
As we once was. As we once did. As we..
*%*
I look up from my notepad in thought, trying to fill the words to find the words to describe my emotions. Only to come up empty. Like always, always! Always I like that word, you use to whisper it to me after make loving to me. Nightly whispers of how much you loved me, or that you always be with me.
Choking back on a silent cry I shake my head at my memories. Suddenly brought back into reality I notice that the bar room got a little bit quieter. Taking a quick scan of the room I notice that most to the crowd has seemed to disappeared. Suddenly a bar maid is at my side softly whispering.
"Closing time gorgeous."
Cocking my head to one side I can't help but give the soft spoken bar maid a once look over. Smiling at the youngness of the girl, she appeared to be a mere sixteen if that?
A suppose I looked a little to long, or to hard I really don't know which? But her statement mixed with sad green eyes shocked me,
"Look I get off in ten, if you want...I mean my truck is the red s10 out side."
I watched her as she walked away, slightly pulling on her high cut skirt. I blinked in amazement at exactly what just happened? And why I was even considering her offer? Shaking my head I slowly stood up and fished a somewhat small bill out of my pocket. Turning to leave I saw the little girl from the corner of my eye and sigh. Walking out of the cheap bar I wonder how I came upon it? Not remembering entering the building, closing my eyes I let my mind wonder once more.
But the only thought that came was how nice rain would feel right then.
Suddenly a sweet but soft voice spoke up,
"So you waited?"
Turning around to come face to face with the young bar maid, wondering exactly where had she came from? She was standing about five yards away dressed in her little skirt and lacey bra type thing. Which to me was way to small for her big breast. Forcing my gaze to met hers and once more notice her sad green eyes, almost the same shade as Jeff's, Licking my lips I was about to tell that she misunderstood when she whispered,
"All I ask is no rough stuff, by the way the name is Abby."
I narrowed my eyes and once more open my mouth to tell her differently when my cell phone rang. Reaching in my pocket I flip it open and whispered softly, almost afraid who would answer?
"Hey where are you?"
Shaking my head, I answered, " Ohio somewhere, Off I-32 I think it is?"
Chuckle, "Ya get lost?"
I smiled, I couldn't help myself, "No I just wanted to feel like I was home."
Suddenly I hear a female giggle and my heart breaks into pieces. Closing my eyes I try so hard to block out the sound of her voice, her smell, her body.
"Hey bro where did ya go?"
Swallowing hard I fight to keep my emotions under control, and yet I find myself hissing,
"She's there?"
A pause then an answer, "Yeah she stopped in with Paul."
Hatred boiled within me and I found myself, almost crying
"Listen man you caught in the middle of something, I catch ya later."
With that I click off my phone and bring my eyes to the bar maid that who is still in front off me, in wonder I ask.
"You could've just left?"
A sad small smile, "I could've."
I guess I will never know why the events that happened next happened, but life I am realizing has it's own plans.
Smiling I nod and whisper into the night,
"No rough stuff, and the name is Matt."
With that I made my way to her truck and let myself in, never thinking that is might be the greatest thing to ever happen to me?
*%* TBC
Okay I know I have not started a really good wrestling fic so I need to know if I should finish this? So R&R! And if you want IM me, AOL: Skittles 1980
Matt: Torturing me again? Angel: But mesa loves ya! Jericho: Better you than me! Smiles ~You just wait and see if they~pointing to great wide-web~like this! Jeff: It's got to better than the last one! Matt: ~In thought~ hey that one never got finished!!!!
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I sit here in a crowded smoke filled bar room Wondering where I should be instead? Home? At some cheap hotel? On the road again? Going to the next city, and then the next and then the next?
Would it do me any good? Would it help you come back to me? Deep within my soul, I know the answer. Could you help piece back my broken heart?
Funny isn't it? How something so strong like ones heart, Can be so fragile? How it can shatter into a million pieces. And no, not one soul, would care!
I sit here in this smoky room, picking at the pieces. Tiring to fit them back together again. Amazed that none of them will fit one another. Clueless on how to put the pieces back together again.
Watching as they bleed in my hands, And I know if I listen carefully I can still hear a quiet thump. A thump of a beat that once was my heartbeat. Beating in one, as one, together!
As we once was. As we once did. As we..
*%*
I look up from my notepad in thought, trying to fill the words to find the words to describe my emotions. Only to come up empty. Like always, always! Always I like that word, you use to whisper it to me after make loving to me. Nightly whispers of how much you loved me, or that you always be with me.
Choking back on a silent cry I shake my head at my memories. Suddenly brought back into reality I notice that the bar room got a little bit quieter. Taking a quick scan of the room I notice that most to the crowd has seemed to disappeared. Suddenly a bar maid is at my side softly whispering.
"Closing time gorgeous."
Cocking my head to one side I can't help but give the soft spoken bar maid a once look over. Smiling at the youngness of the girl, she appeared to be a mere sixteen if that?
A suppose I looked a little to long, or to hard I really don't know which? But her statement mixed with sad green eyes shocked me,
"Look I get off in ten, if you want...I mean my truck is the red s10 out side."
I watched her as she walked away, slightly pulling on her high cut skirt. I blinked in amazement at exactly what just happened? And why I was even considering her offer? Shaking my head I slowly stood up and fished a somewhat small bill out of my pocket. Turning to leave I saw the little girl from the corner of my eye and sigh. Walking out of the cheap bar I wonder how I came upon it? Not remembering entering the building, closing my eyes I let my mind wonder once more.
But the only thought that came was how nice rain would feel right then.
Suddenly a sweet but soft voice spoke up,
"So you waited?"
Turning around to come face to face with the young bar maid, wondering exactly where had she came from? She was standing about five yards away dressed in her little skirt and lacey bra type thing. Which to me was way to small for her big breast. Forcing my gaze to met hers and once more notice her sad green eyes, almost the same shade as Jeff's, Licking my lips I was about to tell that she misunderstood when she whispered,
"All I ask is no rough stuff, by the way the name is Abby."
I narrowed my eyes and once more open my mouth to tell her differently when my cell phone rang. Reaching in my pocket I flip it open and whispered softly, almost afraid who would answer?
"Hey where are you?"
Shaking my head, I answered, " Ohio somewhere, Off I-32 I think it is?"
Chuckle, "Ya get lost?"
I smiled, I couldn't help myself, "No I just wanted to feel like I was home."
Suddenly I hear a female giggle and my heart breaks into pieces. Closing my eyes I try so hard to block out the sound of her voice, her smell, her body.
"Hey bro where did ya go?"
Swallowing hard I fight to keep my emotions under control, and yet I find myself hissing,
"She's there?"
A pause then an answer, "Yeah she stopped in with Paul."
Hatred boiled within me and I found myself, almost crying
"Listen man you caught in the middle of something, I catch ya later."
With that I click off my phone and bring my eyes to the bar maid that who is still in front off me, in wonder I ask.
"You could've just left?"
A sad small smile, "I could've."
I guess I will never know why the events that happened next happened, but life I am realizing has it's own plans.
Smiling I nod and whisper into the night,
"No rough stuff, and the name is Matt."
With that I made my way to her truck and let myself in, never thinking that is might be the greatest thing to ever happen to me?
*%* TBC
Okay I know I have not started a really good wrestling fic so I need to know if I should finish this? So R&R! And if you want IM me, AOL: Skittles 1980
Matt: Torturing me again? Angel: But mesa loves ya! Jericho: Better you than me! Smiles ~You just wait and see if they~pointing to great wide-web~like this! Jeff: It's got to better than the last one! Matt: ~In thought~ hey that one never got finished!!!!