Oh! You've all come back! I'm so happy to see you all again; it's nice having friends to talk to. Last time I saw you, I told you about how I let Jon out of that storage closet at Monday Night RAW. I still can't really believe I did it; or what happened after that. If you saw RAW; you know Jon managed to get under the box and surprised the Authority. You'll never guess what happened the next day; I can't wait to tell you! I had gone back to the hotel and gotten some much needed sleep after RAW. As usual; I woke up the next morning with a note in my journal from Emily, the Alter who is still 5 years old. I'm never surprised in the morning to see a note from Emily; she tends to wake up in the middle of the night. She is always afraid that someone is going to sneak into the room and 'get her'; not that I can blame her, that's when her father used to sneak in and abuse her. So you might be wondering how I know which Alter has written which stuff; it's really simple actually! Just like everybody's handwriting is different; so is each Alter's handwriting. Think of each Alter as a whole new person; we each have our own thoughts and own knowledge base. Each of us also started writing our name at the beginning of an entry; it was more for our psychiatrist's benefit than our own. I picked up the journal and read the entry:
Emily – Are we in trouble? I don't like getting in trouble. People get mad when we're in trouble. Did he say the magic word for us helping?
I had to chuckle a little at her entry; it made perfect sense she would be concerned about being in trouble (she is a 5 year old), Jon hadn't said thank you for me helping him but I didn't give him a chance really either. I made sure to write in the journal that we probably would be in a little bit of trouble; but that it would be ok. I also decided to write that Jon had thanked me; I didn't think a 'thank you' should be anything for her to obsess about. Once I was done answering Emily's questions in the journal; I hopped in the shower and got dressed for the day ahead. I grabbed some breakfast and headed to the arena; I would be able to work-out there, besides, if the Authority was going to get upset with me why drag it out? I arrived at the arena and immediately went to the gym and started my daily work-out regimen. I was listening to my iPod; I don't know about you, but I need music when I'm exercising. I didn't notice Jon approaching until he was right in front of me grinning. I shut off my music and pulled the earbuds out; "Hi again!" I smiled at him.
"Hi darling, I didn't get a chance to thank you for your help last night. If I recall you walked away chuckling at me before I could. What were you laughing at?" Jon propped himself against the treadmill I was using.
"You asked me if I was there to let you out of the closet. The question seemed a little silly to me, that's all. I mean why else would I be in the closet you were locked in? You're welcome. I couldn't let you just stay in there; they were just going to come back later and beat you up." I explained.
"Eh! Worse things have happened. So I've seen you around; I've even seen some of your matches, you're good Sam; and I'm Jon Good." He offered a hand to shake which I accepted; I jumped a bit when he turned my wrist and kissed the top of my hand. I wasn't expecting that.
"Yes, I know who you are; not to sound creepy, but I've been watching you. Well your matches and promos I mean. You're good to; look, I'm sure you've heard about me what everyone backstage says. I know they all talk about me; I can hear them whispering." I think I may have been blushing; my face felt warm.
"Well, I'm happy to meet you Sam. I don't think you're crazy by the way; no crazier than I am anyways, and I can deal with that." He was just about to say something else to me when we were interrupted by Paul Levesque, you know, Triple H. He was fuming; you could tell he was pissed about Monday night.
"You two in my office right now; Christ, I expect this shit from you Good. Now she's disobeying the Authority to?" He was yelling as we walked. We arrived at his office and Jon and sat down on the opposite side of the desk from him. He turned his attention to me and I let me tell you; I knew I was about to get it handed to me. "Did you think for a second we wouldn't find out who let him out of that closet? Do you know the damage he caused when he jumped those guys ringside? Suppose he had gone and accidently hurt a fan; huh?" At this point, Jon wanted to jump in to the conversation. "SHUT UP GOOD!" He looked back at me, "We put him in there for his safety and the safety of everyone else in the building! Then you come along and think it would be fun to let him out! I should fire your ass right now!" This time I cut him off.
"All due respect; If you fired me for simply letting him out of the closet, I would get a lawyer and sue the company for wrongful termination;" (See people assume incorrectly that 'crazy' people are stupid, most of us are quite intelligent). Secondly, Jon wasn't a threat to anyone and you know it! You're lucky he doesn't sue the company for man-handling him. There's video of it happening. Then again; if your "boys" can't defend themselves, that doesn't say much about them. I mean seriously? A whole team of security guards for one guy?" I glared at Paul as he tried to intimidate me; not the best idea really, but it's not like he would know that.
"Leave her alone Paul; she let me out of the closet, its' not like she committed murder. Besides; me kicking Randal, Glenn and Colby's ass went over with the fans big time! Hell; it's probably the reason that RAW had such good ratings this week; god knows they don't tune in to watch the Miz. This could all be solved if you just gave me the match I want against Colby." I watched as he slouched down in the chair with his arms behind his head and just smirked at Paul.
Let me just tell you, Jon is sexy when he sits like that! Ok, because we're friends; I will just admit to you that I'm attracted to Jon. I think he caught me staring at him; which is just great, because I need to come off as being crazier than I already am. I am not exaggerating when I say the yelling continued for another 30 minutes. I walked away with an "Opportunity" which translates to "Punishment" match against Tamina. Jon walked off with a match; not with Colby, but with Glenn. He was muttering to himself (this is one of the times I was telling you about earlier; when I swear he is having a conversation with a voice in his own head), I'm not sure he realized I was still right next to him or not. Finally, he looked over at me.
"I'm sorry that helping me got you into trouble; but I'm not sorry you did. Maybe I could take you to dinner tonight? Make it up to you?" He was looking at me again. I could feel the heat creeping up into my face again.
"Um…Ok; sure why not? We both have to eat after all." I managed to croak out. Here's a F.Y.I. for you all. I've only dated two people. Mostly, because dating with 'DID' is complicated sometimes. Assuming they are ok finding out about the disease; there is sometimes that chance that Jessie or Emily could come forward unexpectedly. Oh…and I'm still a virgin; well not technically! Obviously Emily's creepy pervert dad took care of the actual virginity part; but 'Sam' has never had sex with a man. The first of the two relationships; ended long before I would have even have considered it as a possibility. The second relationship; well I would have considered it, but it's a delicate thing. There is always the chance that the act of sex could trigger Jessie or Emily to come forward; even though it wouldn't be as traumatic as our previous experiences. Jessie could come in thinking we were being attacked again; Emily could just come forward in the middle of the night and absolutely freak out. I could never figure out how we could have sex without causing an issue. As it turned out; the fact I couldn't figure it out was the issue and that relationship ended. He just wants to take me to dinner; no big deal, dinner is easy right?
