Author Note: I've decided to try and write again. I've been frustrated in the past with things that haven't turned out as well as I had hoped they would go. I'm hoping this time will be different. I will be using their screen names not their real names; hope everyone likes what they read.
"Earth to Earth
Ashes to Ashes
Dreams to crumbles
And love to dust"
'Made of Lies' by: Elysion
Chapter 1:Harsh Beginnings
"It's over, Nick! Get that through your head!" Rydia shouted.
"You'll be sorry, when you realized what you've ruined."
"I ruined? You're joking right? I already know that I'm going to be so much happier without you."
Her words sent Nick Grayson over the edge. He swiftly grabbed her arm tightly, digging his fingertips into her skin. She winced in pain as his grip tightened. Rydia looked up into his face and saw the rage building in his features. His sandy brown hair fell into his dark brown eyes. At that moment they almost seemed black to her.
"You...will...be sorry, understand that." Nick stated in a rage infused tone.
"Let go of me."
Before she could even blink, the back of his hand connected with her cheek in a loud crack. She let out a small cry in pain. It was more out of surprise than the actual pain itself. He shoved her to the floor before walking out the door, slamming it behind him. She raised her hand to touch the sore spot on her face only to feel the wetness of tears rolling down them. Never once had a man raised their hand to her and it scared her intensely.
Pulling her knees up against her chest, she just sobbed softly and wondered what she had done to deserve such treatment. Rydia never moved from the spot on the floor. She didn't know how much time had passed and only looked up when she heard the door open. Out of fear, she scooted away from the sound. A woman walked into the room to see her cowering against the kitchen wall, holding the side of her face.
"Rydia, oh my god. What happened?" The woman asked panicking from the sight before her.
"Nick...he...he..."
She couldn't get the words out to explain what had happened hours before hand. The younger woman knelt down in front of her and took her hands into her own, gently running a thumb over the soft flesh. She could see the red welt on her cheek and could come up with her own ideas as to what happened. "Listen to me. You did nothing wrong. Nick's temper has been out of control for a long time and we've all known it. You, me, Mom and Dad. This is not your fault and I won't let you blame yourself."
"Who said I was blaming myself?" Rydia asked.
"I can see it on your face."
"Mia, I don't blame myself. I'm just scared and I have every reason to be."
"Yes; I know; but you also can't dwell on it either. You need to get back to being you; the singer, songwriter, artist and kick-ass bartender."
Rydia let out a laugh and wiped away the stray tears that were hanging on her chin. Mia helped her sister to her feet and hugged her tightly. It was hard to see the closest person in her life in that much mental anguish. She didn't want to tell her older sister that maybe she should be afraid. Nick always gave her a bad feeling when he was around.
"So how has the WWE been treating you?" Rydia asked.
"Pretty good. I'm living out my dream and I couldn't be happier." Mia answered.
Rydia's dark brown hair fell over her shoulder when she went to lean over the counter for a glass that had been in the sink. Her small hand turned the knob for cold water; but nothing came out. Mia walked around and began to turn the knob over and over again. The final turn expelled a brown thick liquid that smell like rotting garbage.
"That son-of-a-bitch, if he had something to do with this..." Mia cut off as she tried to wipe away the foul liquid away from her chest.
Mia grabbed a dish cloth and left the kitchen, making her way into the bathroom. She tossed her soiled shirt onto the floor and grabbed a discarded shirt of Rydia's. "I'm sorry, I didn't think he was this crazy." She apologized.
Mia walked out of the bathroom and placed both her hands on her sister's shoulders. "Again, I'm going to tell you this...this is not you're fault." She repeated; but deep down she was afraid for Rydia. She really didn't know how far Nick would go to try and win her sister back. There was only one thing she could do.
"Why don't you come with me for a while?" Mia asked.
"You mean travel with you to shows?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun. You'll meet lots of new people."
Rydia thought about it a moment. She'd have to leave her job at the club and rely on Mia for everything. That was something she wasn't used to doing; but she also didn't want to be looking over shoulder, wondering if Nick would do something else to torment her. "Alright, I'm in; but this is only temporary." She agreed.
"Whatever you say, sis. Come on let's get you packed, I have to leave in the morning for Seattle."
The next morning, Rydia awoke to the sound of her alarm clock blaring next to her. Today was her big day. A day for changes and to spend time with the only family she felt close to. She could hear Mia in the shower and felt relief by that. As much as she loved her, Mia was overly perky in the mornings whereas Rydia was not.
"Come on, Rydia its time to get up." She told herself for motivation.
She rolled out of bed and stepped towards her closet. Opening the door, she scanned the hundreds of clothes. Finally settling on a pair of black leggins and a baby blue strapless high-low top. Allowing her hair to fall in chocolate ringlets down her back, she took out her favorite pair of knee-high boots.
"Almost ready, Ry?" Mia asked from the closed bathroom.
"Of course, little sister." Rydia replied mocking the motherly action in her younger sister.
Finishing up the last little touches to her make-up, Rydia walked out of her room holding the handle to her rolling suitcase. Mia stepped out wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a silver satin glitter tank top with a scoop neckline; the heels of her sandals echoed on the wood floors of the apartment. Her brown hair was pulled up in a simple ponytail; but it still made her look stunning.
"Ready?" Rydia asked.
"Oh yeah, of course."
Mia led the way out of the apartment, locking the door behind her. The trip to the airport was silent. Rydia's mind kept going back to Nick and his violent nature he expressed to her just twelve hours prior. The years they spent together, she never saw a violent streak until after they had broken up. If it wasn't bad enough to catch him cheating with another woman; but he also had the nerve to beg to be taken back.
"Ry, are you alright?" Mia asked.
"Yeah..."
They stepped inside the gate that would lead them inside the plane. Mia knew her sister enough to know that she wasn't alright when she claims that she is; but she also knew when not to push to get her to talk. The First class section of the plane was a hassle to get to and people that recognized Mia made it harder; but Rydia didn't complain, she knew that this was her dream.
Mia struggled to get away from the fans. Eventually she managed to and they found themselves inside First Class. Rydia looked around and realized that it really wasn't much different than the other part of the plane. As she stepped backward, she didn't realized that there was a male body standing there putting items into the overhead hanger.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I should have watched where I was going." Rydia apologized.
"It's alright." He replied softly.
He gave her a half smile and turned back around to continue shoving his belongings into the tiny compartment. Rydia looked back at him and saw that he had very tanned skin, long black hair that reached a little passed his shoulders and several tattoos on his arms. She didn't really get a good look at his face, because she had been busy apologizing for bumping into him.
"Rydia, give me your bag and I'll put it up." Mia offered.
"Sure..."
She handed over the bag she held in her hand. Mia stuffed it into the overhead compartment and sat down in her seat. Rydia felt slightly out of place seeing all the people around her dressed in such expensive clothing. When her sister first became a WWE Diva, she would have given everything to be just as classy as she was; but the reality was that all she had become was a bartender at a local club.
Rydia's eyes scanned every single inch of what she could actually see. Black and blue marks on her arm caught her attention. Instantly, her hand went up to cover them. Mia noticed and pulled her arm away. "Shit...I didn't notice them this morning. Here take my jacket." She whispered and wiggled out of her denim overcoat.
"Thanks, I didn't notice them either until now."
"Yo Mia, what's up?" A male voice asked from across the aisle.
Mia turned to see a man with shaggy light brown hair, blue eyes, and light facial hair. She groaned and rolled her eyes. "What do you want Dean?" She asked allowing the irritation into her voice. Rydia looked up, slightly giving eye contact to him.
"Who do you have with ya?"
"My sister, if you must know."
Dean looked over to the next seat over. Rydia's blue eyes expressed fear unlike anything he'd ever seen before. He knew the look. It was one he had seen in the past; the battered woman syndrome. "Hello, I'm Dean Ambrose. Pleasure to meet you..." He introduced extending his hand out to her.
She scanned him for a few moments, wondering if he was being sincere or not. It was hard to tell now that she had seen a completely different side to Nick. Mia seemed hostile towards him and it made her even more skittish about introducing herself; but as it would seem, her mind did the opposite of what her heart told her.
"Rydia Chandler." She answered accepting his handshake.
"Rydia huh? That's an unusual name; beautiful though."
Mia made a slight gagging noise, making it known that she was not happy with the obvious flirting attempt from the fellow Shield member. Dean gave her a slight glare and backed away with his arms in the air, surrendering to the over protective sister. "Dean and I don't get along much. He's to much of a flirt and the only thing he cares about is getting a woman into his bed for the night." Mia warned.
"He's part of The Shield, right?" Rydia asked turning her head back to look out the window.
"Yeah, the other two members are nicer and don't look at you like your some piece of meat."
Dean returned to his seat next to his fellow tag team partners, Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. Seth looked from his Ipod and saw the discouraged look upon his friend's face. "What's up man, did Mia chew you out again?" He asked half laughing at his own comment.
"Always. She brought her sister with her and I couldn't even talk to her before she started to bitch."
Roman chuckled a little to himself; but took a glance in Mia's direction. He saw the same dark brown hair of the woman who had bumped into him before the flight started. She turned her head slightly and he saw the bright blue of her eyes sparkle with the rays of the sun against them. "Earth to Roman!" Seth said waving a hand in front of his face.
"Huh? What?"
"What the hell are you looking at?" Dean asked.
"Nothing..."
Rydia folded her hands together only to unfold them seconds later. Her nerves were expanding and it was hard for her to focus on just one thing. She knew there was still another hour of waiting before they would arrive in Seattle, so she pulled out her Ipod and placed their earbuds into her ears. It was the only way she knew how to drown out the problems that had her head spinning. In a matter of moments her eyes closed, escaping into her world of music.
She hoped that following her sister around for a while would bring peace back to her chaotic mind and that Nick would give up on her; but somehow she felt that things would get worse before they got better.
