Well, here it is. The first chapter of the sequel to Trapped. Let me know what you think of it!
The song in this chapter is called You Can't Break A Broken Heart by Kate Voegele
Won't be so easy, this time to hurt me. You can try, and this time, oh baby, there are no tears left here to dry. If you think you can wound me like before, if you think you can do that anymore. Wont get to far, no. You can't break a broken heart, so try your best now baby. Try your best to break me; you can't break a broken heart. No damage you can do now, I'm immune to you now, you can't break what broke apart. There's nothing you can do to me no more. You can't break a broken heart.
I was lying on my bed in the hotel room I was in listening to music play from my laptop. I tried as hard as I could to clear my mind of the past 18 months, not trying to forget because I could never forget, but just trying to stop thinking about the reasons I had left to begin with. I didn't really want to be alone but for the first 4 months I hid out in the guest room at Matt's house. I left when I knew they weren't around to ask questions, they being Matt and Jeff. Reby and Beth didn't ask questions, but they could see why I was hiding and they let me be.
My mind wandered to the day they made me take that test. I didn't really even need to take it, I already knew the results, but they wanted to be sure. So I took it and even though the results weren't exactly planned, everything changed for me that day. I remembered the phone call to Vince, explaining what happened. When he asked me the question that I knew everyone would ask me for the next 18 years, I told him the truth then swore him to secrecy. He and I are the only people who know and I would like to keep it that way, for now anyway.
Hurt me before now I wont hurt no more now, not this time. You might do better messing with someone else's mind. Cause you're not gonna break me down again, you're done with doing me the way you did. It's gone too far, and you can't break a broken heart. So try you're best now baby, try your best to break me. You can't break a broken heart. No damage you can do now, I'm immune to you now. You can't break what broke apart. There's nothing you can do to me no more. You can't break a broken heart.
The only people I kept in contact with other than Mr. McMahon, the Hardy's and their girls were Melina and John Hennigan. I wanted to know what was going on within the business without going through the head honcho. These seven are the only ones who know who all is in my life now and Vince is the only one who knows my exact location at this time. I smiled to myself, remembering the last phone call we had before I left Matt's house in Cameron.
"Ms. Lloyd, how are you feeling?" he asked me.
"I'm doing well, sir. How are you?" I responded slightly confused, our conversations as of late have been through email for the past few months.
"That's good to hear. I can answer that question better after you let me convince you that you're ready to come back," he told me.
I laughed, I should have known that was why he was calling me, and "I'm not sure sir I mean, my shoulder is healed and everything, but I'm don't think I'm ready to come back tonight."
"I thought you'd say that. But I have an offer you can't refuse. You will be returning at the next pay-per-view. That is in one month, I am sure that you will be healed by then. I know that it doesn't take 11 months to heal, remember I have two of my own," he joked.
"Yes, sir. And no, it doesn't take 11 months to heal, but it takes 11 months to prepare for all of the questions everyone will ask me. It also takes 11 months to get the nerve to tell, well anyone. Especially him. I'm sorry; I am ready to be back in the ring. Matt and Jeff have been making me run the ropes every single day. And they've been making me spare with them. So, yes I will come back at the next pay-per-view," I told him.
"Then I am fantastic," he laughed.
"Can I ask one thing, sir?"
"That depends, what do you want to ask?" he said.
"Can I be on RAW? I know that I'm hiding from them, but I'm not ready to see them everyday," I asked.
"You do know that the three of them are going to be at the show the night you return right? The three of them are in a feud and –"
"I don't want to know who wins. I don't want to know about their feud. It's going to be hard enough being in the same building as them. I'm not sure how I'm going to hide from them, especially if they see my match. I'll have to literally run from the building, which is another thing. What am I going to do with her? I mean, I can't just let her sit in my locker room by herself," I told him.
"Okay, okay. We won't talk about them. But, you do realize that you don't have to run from them, right? I mean, you could always tell them the truth, the whole truth," he said, he'd been trying to get me to tell them from the second I told him.
"No, I can't tell them," I said simply.
"In the past few months, you have grown stubborn little girl," he laughed, "But I must respect your decision. If you think this is the right thing to do for her, then do it."
"Thank you, sir. Now apparently I have to go pack. I'll see you in a month," I replied before hanging up.
I laughed to myself and shook my head. I always knew I would be back, I just didn't know when. I looked at my watch, checking the time. I had a special gym time to go over my moves.
So don't waste your time. Your time has come and gone. What are you here for? You can't hurt me anymore. So try your best now baby, try your best to break me. You can't break a broken heart. No damage you can do now, I'm immune to you now. You can't break what broke apart. There's nothing you can do to me no more. You can't break a broken heart.
No one knew I was going to be there except the trainers and of course, Vince McMahon himself. I stood up and began packing my gym bag. I threw on one of Jeff's hoodies that I stole and pulled the hood over my head before putting my sunglasses on. Putting my bag over my shoulder, along with the diaper bag I've had to carry around for the last 11 months, I grabbed the car seat and pulled my daughter out of the travel crib in my hotel room before laying her in the car seat and buckling her in.
"Come, PJ. It's time to go see where Momma works."