Hey everyone, it's Velvet. I uh, just finished Chapter 17 of The Viper's Snakling and I had an idea; I could never think of killing him off in that story, I could just die if I did, so here is a different one. I hope you all like it. I've never really written in third person, because I'm more for personal feelings, so only this chapter and others like this chapter will be like this, so I hope you all like it.
"How do you feel knowing your father is dead?" The woman thrust a microphone into Miranda's face. Miranda stood there stunned, not sure what to feel or what to think. She'd only gotten that call yesterday and the news already knew?
"I-I" She found herself breaking yet again, after just finding out last night. Her eyes began to burn as they shouted her name. Waiting for an answer, something to say or do so they could ridicule her in front of the world.
"Miranda! Miranda!" They chanted but she was yanked back and the door slammed before she could get a word in. Damon turned to look at her, the girl he grew up with, the one he cared about; standing before him, breaking apart. Both their words were ever since yesterday, at exactly 8:30am, they got the call. Miranda or Randi as Damon liked to call her answered the phone as the man explained to her that her father and best friend was just in a plane accident. He held her as she cried herself to sleep last night, and carried her up to her bedroom. Damon's godfather loved his hometown so much, his dad bought a house here too, maybe 30, 40 minutes away.
"Oh, God. Damon. Dad's gone, Uncle John's gone too" He picked her up and walked over to the couch.
"I know, okay. I know" He told her, he wasn't sure what to say. He peered down at his tattoo he got, to remind him of his father and their values: hustle, loyalty and respect. The first letter of each word, written on his skin forever. He couldn't say anything, because he was minutes away from crying, away from ripping apart; he tried to keep it together, for her. He held onto her, not paying attention to the warm salty tears that slid down his cheeks. Miranda held onto Damon, he was the one she grew up loving, the one she trusted, and the one she loves now. Miranda got a call from her dad, the day before yesterday, which was a Wednesday; her dad and godfather called. They always called each other before getting on and off planes; last words out of his mouth were 'I love you too baby'. The phone rang and she sulked, but slowly got up to answer it.
"Hello?" Her lip trembled as her mind was flooded with pictures and memories of her father.
"Miranda Orton?" The woman asked, Miranda squeezed her eyes closed, and swallowed the thick lump that was forming in her throat.
"Yes" She answered. She was hoping to God that she wasn't a reporter.
"Ms. Orton, who do you feel about your father, Randy Orton being dead? How do you feel about your godfather, John Cena being dead also?" She asked, Miranda gripped the phone as hard as she could before Damon stormed over and grabbed it out of her hands.
"Don't call my fucking house ever again" He slammed the phone down. He walked over to Miranda and wrapped his arms around her, Randy was her dad, and his godfather, and John was his dad and her godfather; he wasn't understanding how he, they lost them both. Their fathers meant the world to them, to everyone; and they knew that they'd be the ones to tell the world. Miranda wasn't sure how she's get through tomorrow, rather than today; but she did have something left from John: Damon. Damon, had something from his godfather Randy: Miranda, and he was sure as long as she was fine, he would be too. Miranda's wet tears hit Damon's bare chest, stinging the new tattoo he wanted to show his father. He was proud of it: Cenation. Damon looked down in Miranda's face, brushing the run-away strands of hair out of her face. He wiped her tears away with his thumb, getting the attention of the saddened Orton.
"What are we going to do?" She cried to him, he looked at her with a saddened face, not sure what exactly to say.
"We'll figure out something Randi, I promise" Damon was going to miss everything, going to the gym with his father and godfather, talking about women, careers, even goofing around, the whole nine yards. There was always something that was going to be missing.
"We have our families, and we have each other, and that's all that's important" He told her, he knew that the both of their families would be in Missouri in no time, since they were close. The phone started ringing, and they both, were now on the ground. Damon's back was pressed against the couch, with Miranda in his lap, trying to think of something, anything to make the pain go away. He could taste the glasses of alcohol he drank last night while she slept, trying to think of a way to let her know everything would be okay, while trying to convince himself of the same thing. He was rubbing small circles in her thigh with his thumb as she stopped crying.
"Can, can I go upstairs now?" She asked him, he just nodded a small yes and checked to see if the doors were locked, when he did that, he cut the lights off and carried her upstairs into his room. He laid her on the bed, and laid next to her as she moved closer to his chest.
"You're all I have left of my godfather" She told him, she sniffled and he wrapped an arm around her waist.
"You're all I have left of Randy" He told her, she kissed the skin of his abs where she lay. Together, they'd get through this, they'd make it, because they were Miranda Orton and Damon Cena.
