A/N: I can hear you all asking, 'geez, what was the prompt this time?' Well... it was 'in my vaguest memories.' So, yeah. WWE owns everything, I own not much. Especially after Christmas shopping
In my vaguest memories I can remember him standing over my bed, tucking me in at night on the few nights that he would be home in a month. He would always spend special time with me, and my brother, because he said he 'didn't want us to forget who Daddy was.'
I think I just did.
The sight of his face as he holds his hand around my throat is almost too much to bear. Where is my daddy now? He's certainly not this man, this monster, in the ring with me. My daddy loves my mommy.
My daddy loves me.
He does, right? Sometimes I'm not sure anymore. First, there was Trish, and now it's her. I can barely bring myself to even think her name, and when I do, it hurts. She's ripped this family apart ... again. We'd barely gotten over the last time, and then she moves in on him. I guess she's not the only one to blame though, he was just as willing as her. But my mom, she just amazes me. When she found out, she didn't cry, or yell. Her first thoughts were about us, my brother and I. But as I look at her pale face outside the ring, the look in her eyes is one that only the people who know her best can read. So, when the lead pipe finally falls into my hands, I barely hesitate. I'm not really doing this for me anymore, I'm doing it for my mom.
When she throws in the towel I'm upset, but part of me knows that maybe it will be better this way. I can be there with her every step of the way, hold her hand, and soothe her like she used to soothe Shane and I when we were younger. She doesn't have to pretend to be strong for me anymore while I wage my war with my father, her husband.. soon to be ex, might I add. Now we can move on, together. Me, my mom and Shane.
Without him.
Feed the addict? It's a healthy addiction, I swear... it only leads to obsessive Inbox checking. Like... 5+ times an hour ¬¬