Location: Arizona
Date: February 15, 2014
Some people could have a magnificent day or a dreadful nightmare. My mother is one at the moment, but her issues wouldn't affect my night as WWE was hosting a live event here in Downtown phoenix. Since it was the month of love and my birthday was on February thirteen, my step- father bought me as well my little sister tickets to see. I was beyond jubilant even though my mother's situation was in the back of my head.
Even though my mother insisted she was fine, I felt her aura change into a dark emptiness. "Mom, you'll be fine and get through this. You're a strong and independent woman with a whole lot of fight and heart in ya. Remember you're not alone in this." I spoke softly as we headed home from the South Mountains where we had been hiking. Passing the streets of downtown Phoenix, the madness was happening as everyone seemed to be out walking from place to place, seeming to attend different events. Jessica my little sister was sleeping soundly in the back seat due to being exhausted from the hike.
"I know, sweetheart. Thanks for your support." My mother Maria spoke as she sighed heavily. Looking in her exquisite dark brown eyes, I saw a mixture of emotion boiling over her. I was bad when it came to 'responding' to any emotions, yet I reached for her cold bare hand as I stared out the window, watching the streets as 102.5 KNIX played in the background. I can't easily express myself as others which made me sound as if I was 'unstable.' Slowly, but surely, I have made progress. KNIX started to play no other than stand by Rascal Flatts. I love Country Music; it's been in my heart since I was a young one. I enjoy Rascal Flatts, as well Blake Shelton, Jason Aldean, Carrie Underwood, Miranda Laambert and especially Reba McEntire.
You feel like a candle, in a hurricane
Just like a picture, with a broken Frame
Alone and Helpless, Like you've lost your flight
But you'll be alright, you'll be alright
I knew this song by heart. I glanced at my mother thinking of the times she was there for me more than my father. Through thick and thin, she has been my rock, my air, and my best friend I could always count on. She was Wonder Women in my eyes. The words of the song hit all the expressions I wanted to say to her, so I began to sing so she would understand the feelings I was not expressing at the moment.
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause it's all you can take
On your knees, you look up, decide you've had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand, then you stand
I noticed the tears well up in her eyes as she focused on the road. She understood me more than God himself could. My mother was my…everything.
Life's like a novel, with the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon, with only one way out
Take what you're given, before it's gone
Start holding on, keep holding on
Arriving home as she cut the engine off, her soft sobs came out as hard wailing cries as a newly born baby. The song continued to play still as I rubbed her back, giving her comfort which was not a real specialty of mine. I understood the situation she was in and sometimes a human had to let out certain emotions. I, on the other hand, felt as If I did not belong here. It did hit a nerve seeing her sad, gloomy and cry, yet I only had the reaction of giving her little comfort.
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand
Then you stand
"Then you stand ma." I whispered in her cold ear as I continued to comfort her back. As the tears still poured out her luscious eyes like rivers, we didn't notice that Jessi awoke from her sleep.
"Mom, why are you crying?" She spoke as she rubbed her pretty little brown eyes with the back of her hand.
"It's nothing, baby. Just, grown-up things- sweetheart." Maria replied to her. I felt Jessica's eyes burning a hole in me, yet she was just a kid, she shouldn't get involved.
"Well, come on ya'll. Let's get ready for tonight. We got to celebrate and have fun watching pro-wrestling. Let's get goin' ladies." Heading inside our home, I felt a wave of excitement hit me, but not because of the event. It was because I felt that the presence of tonight would be a night I would never forget.
"Come on, Ma, we're going to be late!" I yelled to my mother who had been getting ready for almost two hours! Puff, women nowadays.
"I'm almost done, wait a bit, honey." She yelled back. I made sure I had everything in my purse: house keys, tickets, wallet (in case of emergencies) with extra cash and charger.
"Okay, I'm ready guys. How do I look?" My mother emerged from her room putting on her earrings. Staring at my mother, I did not know if we were going to see wrestling or go to a party with a dash of class. She looked beyond sexy with three inch open-toed silver heels, sun flowered pants that clutched to her legs as a second skin, a crop top with swirls of different colors; mainly silver, yellow and white. Her hair was straightened to her neck (which I did) as she had on yellow eye shadow with a hint of silver mixture and white to go on the brow bone. Clear pink lip-gloss with appealing short earrings that she barely put on. Her flat belly exposed as a young teenager ready to show her goods. She looked beyond desirable. I always wondered if she was my sister instead my mother .Looking down at my outfit, which consisted of army shorts that showed my tan legs, with black high top converse, a black undershirt with a green mesh see-through shirt over it with studs over the collar. My redish-brown hair was straightened, reaching my middle back, as I had only mascara on as they looked long with a pink ombre effect lips which I learned on YouTube. My eyelashes popped out more because they looked full, long, even fake, but they weren't.
"Hello? Earth to Angela James, you there somewhere?" I heard my mom speak, waving her small hands back and forth in front of my face, since it seemed I spaced out.
"I'm fine, Ma. Call me Angie, though. It feels weird when you call me by my full name." I responded. My full name is Angela James Turner, but Angie for short. My parents sucked at naming me, so my grandma got that privilege. It was meant Archangelic or Angelica, meaning high-ranking angel of god which I didn't know specifically. My last name James belongs to my father as for my last-last name Turner was my mother's maiden name before she got married. "And to answer your question, Ma, you look very lovely." She grinned presumptuous from ear to ear as she posed. I giggled at her actions and sometimes wondered if she's truly the mother of this family instead of the teenager.
Arriving Downtown, there was traffic all around. A crash was bound to happen. We found the closest parking space to the arena next to Hotel Palomar, which its outer appearance looked exquisite. Parking on the second floor, we headed towards the arena as well others did as well. Tonight was the night I would see my favorite wrestlers wrestle. I was on pure cloud nine now.
"What are you thinking about, Hun?" I heard my mother say as we crossed the street.
"Wondering what it would be like to meet a WWE Superstar." I honestly responded.
"You will, Honey, one day. Hey, maybe even today! Let's say you met Randy Orton. Well let me tell you he's like sex-on-legs, even though I lean more towards John Cena." She smiled so big her teeth could be used as a diamond ring. I blushed hard as she mentioned that. She is my mother and hasn't given me 'the talk' yet. I thank Health class for telling me the basics about it than she ever did.
Okay mom that's… an understatement coming from you. Plus you're like older than him, so yuck. Sometimes I wonder if you're actually the mother in the family." I pointed to me and Jessi as she smiled happily holding onto my hand.
As we entered the arena and gave our tickets for scanning, we headed towards the main concession stand to buy T-shirts. "Believe it, Hun. You know you love me." She spoke as she bear hugged me and my little sister, surprising me. My mother's body was smaller than Aj Lee if that was possible with huge knockers, all natural. Suddenly, something flashed in my head and put on a serious face as she put us both down. "Mom, where did you get the money to buy your ticket?" Her body stiffened as a deer caught in the headlights, but regained composure after a few hesitant seconds.
"A friend of mine provided me with it since we're really close." It made me wonder if she was lying to save her ass or truly telling me the truth since she was going through economic issues at the time. My mother never liked loans, borrowing or even sponsorship because it made her feel like a charity case, which she disapproved of a lot. Curiosity got the best of me at the moment.
"Who's this friend? Have we met her?" I asked as she shifted sides to side. I could see here nervous perspiration appear. I felt instantly bad for making her tell me, but I wanted to know.
"First off, young lady, it's a he and I know him for a long time. Don't worry about it too hard, baby girl. Just enjoy tonight, okay?" She responded with a sincere soft voice as we headed towards our seats. We sat down as I began to put on my Randy Orton 'Strike first' t-shirt and my sister put her John Cena one. Losing myself in train of thought, I started remembering memories of my life: good and bad.
I grew up alone as a child; my young and recently divorced mother worked two jobs to provide for us as well as pay her lawyer since she wanted full custody of me. Luckily, the court split the custody between both of them. I moved a lot during my young days from school to school, never making real friends. Occupying myself at school from the issues at my so-called home, I stayed after school to read books in the library, losing myself in the world of fiction, shielding my emotions from reality. Sometimes, I would stay really late until my father would pick me up, or walked to the park with my cousin so he could push me on the swing. Growing around the dangers of gangs and drugs brought out the protective yet, survival-of-the-fittest within me, closing my emotions more. On the other side, I knew the wealth and class that people prayed to have. Seeing both sides and the effect it had on the people, I always said neither side was perfect, each having flaws. Living a double life, I had family expectations to live up to. Living up to those expectations, I lived an 'adult life' in my peers' eyes. Socially, I closed myself to them, seeming as if I was socially awkward. I mostly made no connections with the others, keeping everyone at bay. I never opened up to others only those close to me which was only a few people. Trying to open up was extremely hard. I didn't want to let my wall down because one time I did; and I never wanted the same to happen ever again. I had responsibilities at a young age, but happily I was going to get help from professionals which made me feel relieved.
Breaking my thoughts, I stared at the ring down below, in awe. Lights began to flash and Raw's Theme music 'Top of the world' played as Justin Robert's came out opening the show. Normally, everything began with Ryback vs. Big E for the Intercontinental championship. Of course Big E won since it was not televised followed by the Bella twins vs. Summer Rae and Tamina. Fans all around me screamed, whistled and chanted for the Bellas since they were from Arizona plus their beauty is extraordinary. Taking a small break, we headed to the bathrooms since my mother had to go. Waiting in line, I spotted an older man with a WWE Replica Championship belt. "Hey, how much did that cost?" I spoke loudly so he would hear as I pointed to the belt.
"This? Oh, I bought it online around for $300 dollars if I remember correctly. You want to hold it?" He asked holding out the belt. I nodded as I grabbed the title. Oh my, it was heavy! Heading back to our seats, I overheard Justin saying, 'how you can buy an autographed photo of your superstar?' Lighting up like a Christmas tree, I told my mother I was going to get one. Heading towards a closed concession stand, I sighed as I began to head to the main stand, losing myself in thought again.
Lost in my small world, I didn't notice a very large man heading the same way as me. Bumping into him, my butt landed on the floor with a large 'ump' sound. Looking up to see his face I can face-to-face with my reflection since he had on sunglasses and a hat. His body was beyond breath-taking as his dark jeans hung on his hips, a 'cenation' shirt clinging to his body showing every texture and lines, his muscles rippling through it, his skin glistened a pale white, but not as white as Sheamus. In a way, his body figure resembled John Cena, yet I pushed the idea aside since I knew John was getting ready to head out. Putting away his cellphone, he stuck out his hand to help me up. I felt his stare intensify behind those sunglasses since it took me a while to respond to his hospitality.
"Oh sorry there princess, I didn't see ya comin'." He spoke in a hushed and husky low tone voice. Now, I was at the verge of panicking since he did sound like John. Living with my little sister, you would constantly hear John Cena's voice on replay. Grabbing a hold of his hand, he picked me up as if I was as light as a feather, but sadly my clumsiness caused me to trip on my feet and stumble towards him. His warm hands wrapped around me as if he was going to kiss me, holding me close to his warm radiating body. I felt the need to move, but he had a tight grasp on me. Instantly, I pushed him away feeling my cheeks turn red from embarrassment from the warmth I felt from him. For some reason, the universe seemed fasten just like the movies. After a few seconds of regaining my composure, I dusted my behind, straightening myself.
"No, I'm sorry, sir. I didn't see where I was headin'. Kinda got carried away in my little world," I pointed to my head chuckling softly. "Thanks for your hospitality big guy. Laters." I faintly smiled, walking right past him not looking back.
Heading back to my seat since I already bought the autographed, I still replayed the incident that happened with the man. He was around the 6 foot area since I was only 5'6". Arriving to my section, I felt a shiver run up my spine as if someone was watching me. Looking around for preying eyes, I came up with none, shrugging I headed to my seat. Little did I know that those eyes were tied into my future. "There you are! I was getting worried something happened and was going to send out a rescue team." My mother grinned.
"Yea right, Ma. A rescue team is a little over the top, don't ya think?" I questioned her as she mouthed 'no' to me. Chuckling, I began to see the match displayed in my view as the Shield's music began to play. Luckily, they came really close to my section as I took good photos. "For some reason, I find the guy with the long hair and goatee hot." My mom said to me as I laughed out loud since my mother wasn't a big fan of the mustache club. As the night continued, the main event came, which was Randy vs. John in a steel cage match for the WWE World-heavyweight championship. I knew that Randy was scheduled to win since it was not televised.
The match went well as the fans booed Randy and cheered for John even though Randy won. It was a wild night, taking pictures to savior the memory of it. Huge stampede' formed as people began to rush outside to catch a glimpse of the superstars. "Well, I don't know about y'all, but I had one heck of a night." I said stretching my arms out since they got stiff from the stampede. Turning around, I came face to face with no one. Shit…I lost them in the crowd and knowing my mother she was lost big time. I decided to ring her so she wouldn't get worried.
"We're in bloody hell are you at missy!" She yelled as I held the phone inches away from me.
"It ain't my fault, mother. I'm got lost in sea of people. Where are you?" I questioned her.
"Doing something. Listening…just head back to the car since you have the keys. We will meet you there. Okay? Stay out of trouble." She hung up the phone as I began to walk towards the parking area. Well, it was almost a good night.
Randy POV
That was a good night I would say. The crowd was all right, the weather nice and clear just for relaxation times. I changed into my street, comfy clothes, as I began to put on my leather jacket, John walked in lost in his mind. Probably from something was up or the match. Yet, the look in his eyes told me otherwise.
"What Happened to you?" I said. He snapped out of his trance as he spoke softly to me. "Nothing, just…out of it today." He said getting his stuff to change. The look in his eyes told me another story.
"Stop bullshitting me and tell me John. I got ears." I began to get a little irritated by him dancing around one simple question. For some reason, he pushed my buttons faster than anyone in my life. Looking at me, his eyes were glowing with confusion. It made me wonder if he fought with Nikki, his girlfriend or anything else happen.
"I got rejected by girl I helped out in the hall a while ago. It was weird for me because she pushed me away. Not that I'm complaining because I have a girlfriend but, it felt weird. But than again, she did have your shirt. " I was surprised since girls flung towards John; girlfriend or not. "Well dude, I don't know what to say about that. Listen I got to go all right. Later." I patted his shoulder. Heading out the locker room, I began to exit the arena from back, but a womanly voice caught my attention speaking. Curiosity got the best of me so I got closer to the voice which was behind a tech truck.
"Maria, you only had one freakin' job to do, and that was bringing her here backstage. Yet, you lost her?!" I knew that male voice, but couldn't put my finger on it. I felt bad for the lady who seemed very young to have a child. The little girl beside her was holding her hand, but I couldn't see the face of the man.
"Sorry about that. We got caught with other people so we lost each other in the stampede. I didn't notice until we were at your locker room." By the sound of her voice, she was Hispanic since she had a thick accent. I was more intrigued by the conversation. "Damn it, Maria. I wanted to meet her finally after so many fuckin' years! After all…she's the reason why I'm still alive." He whispered towards the women.
"I know, but she's not at the arena anymore. She's at the parking lot plus I know you can't go out or you'll get tumbled by fans." She giggled as the man groaned. The little girl by her side spotted me as she smiled at me. I smiled back as she placed her finger to her lips to tell me to me quiet. I chucked at that. "Jessi, mija, que Haces?" The lady said as the child looked away from me. I began to sprint away from the confrontation. I sighed out a breath as I wiped my forehead where sweat was forming. Oh shit, I forgot to put on my sunglasses and hat. Turning around I came face to face with girl of different ages. I literary ran away being chased by them. I'm so screwed.
Angela's POV
Good thing I had the car keys with me since my mom always seemed to lose them in her purse. Remembering our location precisely, I headed towards my mother's 2005 white Impala. Getting closer to my destination, I heard hard breaths and hard clacking stomps as if someone was running towards me. Noticing out of the corner of my eye, I saw a very tall man running for his life. My instincts kicked in and told me to help him. Opening my mother's back car seat and wrapped my hand around his hand, pulling him towards me. Shoving him in the car, I stood guard in case anyone saw me and I placed my finger to my lips. "Don't make a sound or whoever's after you will find ya here." I spoke not looking at his face.
"Hey you, girl!" I heard screams and shouts as I closed the door. I felt bad for the man since he had to hold on for a while until I got rid of these girls. "Yes?" I responded back, looking at a lot of women of all ages.
"Have you seen R…" I cut her off before she finished saying the name of the person she or they wanted to find. "Oh, a really tall guy with a leather jacket?" I spoke as they nodded rapidly. "He passed by here, running towards the stairs. My guess is that he plans on heading towards Washington Street. I bet y'all can still catch the fella." Even I did not trust my voice as it grew faint. They all looked at me puzzled, but began to disperse to find the man. Feeling my racing heart run a hundred miles an hour, I sighed with relief as my body trembled from the stress. I knew I could get sick right now as I began to calm my palpitating heart.
"Thanks for helping me out, young lady." The man spoke in a deep, husky voice, as I turned around to face him. Accidently, he was too close so I collided with his strong torso. He caught me by the sides of my hips as I grabbed to his open leather jacket. He smelled of aftershave with spring soap combined. His scent invaded my nostrils as it was delicious toxic. Looking up to his face, I was startled, staring into the most intensified icy blue eyes I have ever come in contact with. Then, I clearly I saw his face and my body felt paralyzed from head to toe. My breath was caught in my throat since I was face to face with none other than Randell Keith Orton. Damn, this was a night I would never forget.