I'd Be Lying
Chapter 1
"Get out."
Her voice was full of such pain and heartache, not believing what she'd just heard, and shook her head repeatedly. Disbelief crossed her features, making her stomach twist and turn, but deep down she knew this was real. This was really happening. Slowly sliding the ring from her finger, Taylor dropped it on the dark brown carpeted floor beneath her, tears streaming down her cheeks, her heart shattering within her chest in a million shards as the pieces fell to the pit of her stomach.
Ken stared at Taylor, the one time love of his life, watching the tears streaming down her cheeks. His brown eyes roved over her distraught face before sighing, running a hand down his face. "Cut the dramatics." He ordered flatly, annoyed though he wasn't sure if it was with her or himself. He stared down at the ring, his face oddly blank of any expression, half tempted to pick it up. Half tempted to just scoff.
"How could you do this…to us?" She managed to breathe out, incredibly shaky, and wiped the tears from her eyes even though they kept flowing. She walked over to the bed and sat down on it, leaving the ring on the floor, and swallowed past the lump that'd formed in her throat. He'd just told her that he couldn't marry her because he had to find himself. Whatever the Hell that meant! She loved him unconditionally, would do anything for him, and thought he reciprocated those feelings. She was dead wrong.
Ken frowned, fairly certain he had told Taylor to get out. What more did she need? More punishment? That wasn't what he was trying to do. He just needed space. Needed to be away from her. He needed to know if this was IT for him or if there was more. He raked a hand through his short, bleach blonde hair, spiking it slightly.
"What are you doing?" He demanded, almost uncomfortably. This wasn't exactly going as he'd rehearsed with a couple of his friends.
"Number one, this is MY house, not yours." She informed him heatedly, wrapping her arms around herself, and shook her head repeatedly as if trying to justify his actions. "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner? Why did you make me fall in love with you if you weren't in love with me, Ken? How many are there huh? How many have there been?" She demanded, standing up from the bed, and raked a hand through her long black tresses.
Ken frowned, arching an eyebrow, wondering where THAT came from. He debated on asking her what kind of drugs she was on, then decided against it. He had already broken up with her. Why add insult to injury? "A couple." He finally admitted in a low, even tone of voice. "And I didn't tell you sooner because for awhile I wasn't sure about anything so why worry you?" He snorted. "Now you know."
"Is THAT right?" She bitterly stated, shaking her head and felt more tears spill down her cheeks, staring at him like he was a stranger to her. Someone she didn't know. She didn't know this man, not anymore. "Do tell me something, Ken." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, staring holes through him, showing him all the pain and suffering she was going through at the moment. "Is this because your head is so big, it can't fit up Vince's ass anymore?"
Ken mimicked her stance, his ego bruised a little bit from her harsh words. He did NOT have a big head! "No Taylor, it's because you just don't fit into my life right now." He bluntly stated in a cold voice, picking up the box of tissues she kept on the nightstand, and tossed them to her. "Clean your face. You're about to snot any second now."
"Yeah and I'm about to blow it all on you, asshole!" She snarled back at him, eyes narrowed to slits and threw the box of tissues back at him, clocking him right in the nose. "Oh, I'm SO sorry! Did I bruise your ego a little more, you egotistical, self-centered, lying, rotten cheating SON OF A BITCH?!"
Ken held his nose, wincing, not believing she had just chucked a box of Kleenex at him! He felt for blood, then gingerly checked for swelling. This was a million dollar face, damn it! "You don't have to get so damn violent, Taylor!" He shouted back, groaning when he seen blood on his fingertips. "Nice, just fucking nice, you happy now? You psycho bitch…" He pinched the bridge of his nose, tilting his head back to stem the blood flow.
"No, I'm not a psycho bitch because if I was, I would kick you so hard in your balls; they'd be lodged in your throat for the rest of your natural born life!" She spat back at him scornfully and stalked over to the closet, beginning to toss things out left and right. "Let's see, I don't need this…" She threw a pair of shoes at him, one clocking him right in the forehead while the other in his balls. "And I don't need this gutter trash…" She was sounding conversational and proceeded to toss all of his fancy, EXPENSIVE clothe right out the damn window.
Ken moaned, one hand cupping his family jewels, the other rubbing his head. When his vision finally cleared from both pain and tears, he wasn't thrilled to see what she was doing. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THOSE CLOTHES COST?" He shrieked, rushing forward to snatch one of his favorite silk shirts from her, groaning when she tugged and it ripped. "TAYLOR, STOP ACTING LIKE A DAMN CHILD! THAT'S A FUCKING THOUSAND DOLLAR SHIRT!"
Taylor glared back at her EX-fiancé, pure disdain obvious in her eyes, and proceeded to laugh bitterly in his face. "At least I didn't spread my fuckin' legs to the first available guy I laid my fuckin' eyes on, PRICK!" She spat back at him cheerfully and lifted HUGE television in her arms. She smirked as Ken shook his head no and tossed it out the two story window of her house, dusting her hands off, and grinned at him. Even though she was dying inside. "I really didn't need that ridiculous space eater in my way either…"
Ken growled dangerously, not believing she just did that. That TV had cost a small fortune that came from HIS pocket! He shook his head and picked up her favorite knickknack and tossed that out the window, listening to it smash with a tinkle. "How do you like having your shit destroyed?" He snarled, catching her by the arms when she went to pitch his most prized possession.
His most prized possession was his PRICELESS autographed Stone Cold Steve Austin picture plaque, causing her to stare back at him with pure hatred in her eyes. "Maybe you should've thought about that before tossing my favorite statue I got from DISNEY WORLD out the fuckin' window!" She spat and kicked him in the stomach before tossing the plaque, sighing with relief when she heard it smash into a million pieces in the front yard a few seconds later. "Now then, to get rid of the rest of this fuckin' trash that's made my house distasteful over the past THREE YEARS…"
Ken ran over to stare out the window, gawking when he seen the plaque smashed to bits and clenched his teeth, growling. He followed Taylor. "Distasteful? Bullshit, you lying bitch! Three years and you're just NOW telling me you don't like this stuff? Who's a fucking liar now, Taylor huh? HUH?" He demanded, raking a hand through his hair hastily.
"I didn't TELL you because I LOVED you too much to hurt your feelings!" She shouted back at him, whirling on her feet, and proceeded to toss all of his wrestling things out the window. Boots, tights, elbow pads, and anything else she could possibly find. She refused to live in this house that they'd shared for the past three years together. Even though it was legally hers. Ken sold his small apartment and moved in with her, which she didn't mind. After all, she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with this man. "You're the liar, Ken. The cheating, scumbag liar."
"You didn't tell me because you loved me too much to hurt my feelings!" Ken mimicked in a nasty little voice, folding his arms over his chest, watching her toss his things like yesterday's garbage. Knowing it wouldn't do any good to try to stop her. She'd assault him some more and one thing he refused to be was a woman beater. Though if she kept physically provoking him, he might become one really quick.
"Mock me all you want. It's the truth." She simply told him, pure hurt in her voice, and raked a hand through her hair before digging further into the closet. She smirked, finding his prized trophy he won from OVW (Ohio Valley Wrestling) right before signing his developmental contract with the WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment), and got a wicked gleam in her eyes. Without a word, she walked over to the window and tossed it, watching it sail to the ground, and smash along with his priceless Austin plaque she'd tossed only moments prior. "Good riddance to bad rubbish."
THAT WAS IT! Ken grabbed Taylor by the arms and pinned her against the wall, chewing furiously on his ever-present gum, his brown eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as he tilted his head from side to side. Apparently trying to control his rapidly rising anger. "I get it, Taylor. I'll get my things and get out. Just knock it off, you petty little child!" He growled in her face, refusing to allow her to destroy anymore of his things.
"OH-I'm the child? You're the one who didn't have the balls to tell me face to face that you didn't want to be with me anymore and stuck your dick in God knows how many poontang pies!" Taylor shouted back at him, pure hatred and venom dripping in her eyes and voice, her violet eyes spitting pure fire back at him. "God I need to get tested now! You probably gave me some unknown disease that will probably kill me!" She shrieked, shoving him away from her, and started crying so hard she could barely breathe. "GOD I HATE YOU! I HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO STOP LOVING YOU!" She started tossing things of his left and right out the window, her anger overtaking all sense of rationality, and pushed him away every time he tried to stop her.
Ken's eyes widened. "I do NOT have diseases!" He shouted, having had been checked. He was clean. "So anything you have ISN'T from me! So who've YOU been sleeping with?" He demanded, tossing the question at her like an accusation, which it technically was. For someone who didn't seem to be able to stop loving him, she sure was acting like she didn't love him. "NOT THE-" He groaned when she tossed his baseball card collection out the window. "Some of those cards are RARE!"
"And now they're garbage." She informed him, a serene smile on her lips, and proceeded to venture over to the corner, tossing out his Green Bay Packers jersey he so dearly loved. If there was one thing about Ken, he loved his hometown of Green Bay, Wisconsin, which is why he named one of his wrestling finishing maneuvers after it along with his wrestling merchandise. Both were going in the garbage as far as she was concerned. "If I cheated on you, then I would've stepped right up to you A LOT sooner than this and told you to get the fuck out, Ken." She told him coldly, meaning every word that came out of her mouth.
"MY JERSEY!" Ken shrieked, his voice getting shrill, the gum flying out of his mouth, brown eyes widened. "You-you-you…" He sputtered, unable to form a single coherent sentence. Finally, he started picking up her Disney collectibles and hurled them at the wall. "HOW DOES IT FEEL????"
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She shrieked back at him and tackled him to the floor, pounding on his face and chest, tears of pain and anguish pouring down her cheeks. "I FUCKING HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO THIS! THIS IS MY FUCKING HOUSE, NOT YOURS!" She was beyond rationalization at this point as she smacked him as hard as she could across the face, hoping she rattled a few teeth, and stumbled to her feet. Wiping her tears away, Taylor proceeded to hurl his three foot NFL Green Bay Packers statue out the window, which made of porcelain, and happened to be his favorite player.
For starters, she did NOT have the right to ruin his things. She had the right to tell him to take his shit and go, not destroy it, even if it was her damn house. He had receipts for all of this. It was HIS and she was destroying HIS property! AND SHE HAD SMACKED HIM AGAIN! "NO!" Ken practically dived for the statue, only to watch it fly by him, and out the window. "YOU BITCH!" He spun around, staring at Taylor dangerously. All bets were off now.
"That's what my heart looks like right now." She informed him, pointing at the window, and looked down at all the pieces of glass, porcelain, and plaque spewed all over her yard as she shook her head back at him in disgust. She then proceeded to drag all of his thousand dollar suits out and sat down on the floor, taking a pair of scissors out of her nightstand drawer, and started cutting the sleeves off along with holes in the crotches RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM.
Ken mentally crossed his eyes when he seen what she was doing, watching the scissors viciously cut through the material and instinctively covered his nuts, not about to be decked again. Especially since she did have a sharp object on hand. "Taylor, just let me get my stuff…I'll leave." He said calmly, backing away slowly, groaning when she merely started hacking away at another suit. Everything he owned was here! She was literally destroying every last thing he owned!
"So, how does your ego feel now that you don't have the proper clothing for your stupid job, hmmm?" She asked him, cutting another crotch out of a pair of silk pants, snorting in disgust before throwing it out the window behind her. "How does it feel to have your entire world spun upside down, to have everything you've ever cared about destroyed?" She was sounding conversational again, but tears were pouring down her cheeks as she kept hacking away. He was lucky she didn't stab him right in his cold, black heart, if he even had one at this point.
"It sucks." Ken said flatly, not bothered by her tears, more worried on getting out of there with at least a pair of boxers to put on the next morning since it looked like hw as about to be without a wardrobe. "I'm sorry I broke your heart. I'm sorry I'm an asshole, but do you fucking mind, Taylor? THOSE ARE MY GODDAMNED CLOTHES!"
"Yes I do mind. I do mind that you just shattered my heart into a million pieces after I gave THREE FUCKING YEARS of my LIFE to you!! I gave you one thousand, ninety five kisses, I love you's, made love to you twice that, and you just threw it away like yesterday's garbage because you can't handle the fact of being tied down by me! Fuck your pathetic excuse about needing to 'find yourself', Ken. I've heard it before!" She shouted at him, hacking away at another suit, and suddenly came to the tux he was going to wear for their wedding. More tears poured down her cheeks as she dropped the scissors, not able to bring herself to hack away at it like the others.
Ken scowled, staring at Taylor in pure disgust. "Go ahead, demolish it. That one is completely worthless." He snorted when she didn't move and snatched up the scissors and tux himself, proceeding to destroy it, tossing the pieces of cloth over her so they landed around her. Surrounding her in the reminder of the fact that they HAD once upon a time been happy.
Taylor looked around her, seeing the tux completely destroyed, and shook her head. It was over. It was really over. She stood up on her feet, looking into his cold brown eyes, and squared her shoulders before bending down to retrieve her beautiful, expensive three stoned diamond ring he'd proposed to her with two years ago. "I guess this is worthless too." She whispered and tossed it out of the window with the rest of his things, refusing to keep it. She didn't want to be reminded of him and threw out the pieces of the tux he hacked to shreds.
"Yeah." Ken said softly, deflating all of a sudden. "It is worthless. This is all worthless." He shook his head, gesturing to the destroyed bedroom, though he wasn't just referring to everything she'd destroyed and they both knew it.
"You're right." She sniffled, turning away from him, and wrapped her arms around herself, refusing to stare at him one moment longer. "Get out, Ken. I never want to see or hear from you again. Go be with your stupid ring rat sluts who worship your dumbass." She wasn't stupid and knew that's EXACTLY the reason why he was breaking up with her. Breaking off their two year engagement. He wasn't scared. He was so consumed in his wrestling character Mr. Kennedy that he wasn't the Ken Anderson she fell in love with. That man died along with his sanity and that just broke her heart more.
"Sluts they may be, Taylor, but at least they were never intimidated by my career." He tossed back at her coldly. "I need a REAL woman who'll understand me and what I'm going through, not some little GIRL." He picked up his duffel bag from under the bed, knowing he had only bare essentials in it and that didn't make him a happy camper at all. "Have a nice life, Tay."
"You too, Ken. Just remember this: I'm the ONLY person who gave a damn about your choice in career in the wrestling business. I was never intimidated. You were. You're scared to get married and have Mark and the others rib on you for the rest of your life. You're scared of being tied down to one woman. That's fine though because I don't want to be tied down by a boy who is in the body of a man. Goodbye, Anderson." She stated, keeping her back to him, and felt the hart wrenching tears slide down her face, scorching the skin beneath with a vengeance.
Ken didn't bother to reply. He just shouldered his bag and stalked out of the bedroom, making one quick stop to snatch his oat from the downstairs closet. Knowing she'd probably destroy that too if he left it, crazy fucking bitch. He snorted, halting in the doorway to look around, feeling a momentary twinge of pain in his heart. The heart Taylor said he didn't have. He mentally said goodbye to his home of the past three years and walked out, the door slamming shut behind him.
As soon as Taylor heard the front door slam shut, she dropped to her knees, sobs tearing through her body violently, and couldn't believe this was happening. The man she loved. The man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with was gone. She knew she must've done something to push him away, something repulse him, and hated herself for it. She hated herself for losing the best thing that ever happened to her. "Maybe I'm just not smart or pretty enough." She choked out, wrapping her arms around herself and curled up into a tight ball on the floor, not wanting to move ever again. Wishing she could die and take her last breath right then and there.
