I don't even want to open my eyes because I'm not ready for the insane pain that it will cause. Why the fuck do we need to feel pain anyway? Couldn't we all just be pain free? Wouldn't that make the world a better place? Seriously, God did not think things through when he was creating humanity. There are so many loopholes in life that you could be Satan incarnate and still have a great life.
Trust me, I'm halfway there already.
I can barely move. And it's not fun. It's strange too. I'm never staying off the pills for a day ever again. I'm not used to this pain. It makes me feel too normal. Normal wrestlers feel pain everyday. They feel pain everyday and it shows on TV. Me, I make sure I'm not in pain everyday. And even if I was, I'd never let it show. You never see me looking weak on RAW, I'm too damn good for that. No-one is better than me, and I'll prove it to them all. When I'm standing up on that podium getting inducted into the Hall Of Fame 20 years from now, I'll be able to look out at everyone, laugh and tell them all how I had a three year painkiller addiction yet still managed to steal the show everynight.
"Get it up you all motherfuckers, I'm clearly the best star this business has ever seen."
I can imagine it now. The moment will be sweet.
I go to move my legs so I can get out of bed, and my entire back locks up. And not in a nice way either. It's so painful that I actually let a little pathetic whimper escape my lips.
Someone slap me right now, I just whimpered in pain.
I can hear a stirring to my left. Oh great, here comes the prick to rub some salt into my wounds. "You okay?"
His voice is gruff from sleep, his hair all tousled and his eyes all creasy. He looks good enough to eat. "I'm fine."
"Get up then." Bastard!! Why must he do this to me?! I'm gonna kick him extra hard in the balls next time the Crew meets the Hart Foundation in a match. "Get out of bed and walk towards the door."
I sigh, he's such an arsehole. "As if I'd do what you tell me to do. I'll get up when I want to thank yo- AHHHHH!" Tears form in my eyes and I'm crying before I can even curse them away. The prick went and punched my back!! Ugh, he is so not getting any after that. "What was that for?!"
"To prove that I'm right." I can't see his face but I can tell he's got that idiotic smug look on his pretty face. "You can't move at all can you."
"No." Pity tears. That's what they are. Pity tears because I can't move and he can and I'm at his mercy. Oh sweet Lord, what will he do to me. "It hurts Teddy, it really hurts."
"Let me see." I lift my shirt up to show him, and I hear him whistle. "I think you need to get back on the pain meds and then you need to get to a hospital, you're all black and blue and full of knots back there."
"I can't go to hospital." Is he really that stupid? "They'll put me in rehab quicker than you can count 1-2-3. I'll go back on the pain meds and just let it get better. It always does."
"Jules, don't be stupid." Jules? JULES? Wtf, has he lost his MIND? "You can't just lie there all day."
"Watch me." Petulant, I know. But the pain is so bad it's making me sleepy. Maybe I can just sleep and it'll stop hurting. "Go away."
"Juliette," Again, wtf is the problem with calling me what I wanna be called? "This looks kind of serious."
"I'm fine." I'm sniffling now. I'm so pathetic. The tears are still falling but my back is unlocking itself disc by disc, pretty soon I'll be able to get up and go on to the next show. "Just leave me alone Teddy, you've done enough."
"I've done nothing!"
He says outraged, as though the uppercut to my spine was just a
figment of my imagination. "I'm trying to help you!"
"That's
a first." I mutter, and I see him close his eyes, grit his
teeth, and count to ten. It's a solution we've found works well when
around each other.
Instead of the tongue lashing I feel is coming, he starts massaging my back again. This time, it feels ten times better. I can't help but groan, because I am in some desperate need of TLC. I don't even realise he's managed to flip me onto my back until his lips are on mine, kissing me in that aggravatingly gentle way he has. I want to stop him but I know I can't. He's helping my back feel better, I owe him this.
His hands are no longer on my back, instead they're tangled up in my hair, massaging my scalp gently. My mind is craving painkillers, but maybe painkillers aren't always the best solution. I'd rather have sex with this guy to remedy my pain than pop a bunch of pills. Hopefully I'll be feeling better by the time I make it to RAW. The last thing I need is the old man noticing how out of shape I am. That could cause some issues.
Why do I always put myself in this position?
An hour later, my backs still painful but I can thankfully walk. Well, kinda walk. I almost look a little bit like John Wayne.... too much info? Yeah, sorry.
He isn't even looking at me while he gets dressed, which is fine by me. I'm in a bad mood, a realllyyyy bad mood. The minions at the arena better be ready for some serious bitch. Cuz I ain't holding back tonight.
"I'll get you after the show." He kisses me gently on the lips. Well, that's an improvement. Usually there's no contact after at all, never mind gentle kisses and promises that he would see me later. He's so Jekyl and Hyde, it's quite scary actually.
"Will you?" I smirk at him to let him know I'm joking. He only smiles at me and gently presses against my lower back. "Get that sorted out, please."
Now that he's gone, I can
relax a little. He always has me on such edge. It's weird. Sometimes
I feel like I'm acting like a normal human being when I'm around him.
I can't be having that.
"Hello whore," Good morning to
you too Nattie. "Get ready bitch! We need to leave for the arena
right now."
"Hold on," I'm trying to pull on my socks and I'm having great difficulty. Remind me to castrate Reid Flair next time I see him for putting a bet on my pill popping habits. "I still need to get my gear together."
She appears in the doorway before I can tell her to go on ahead without me. She stares at me in surprise, wondering why it's halfway through the afternoon and I've only just stepped out the shower. "Need some help?"
I glare at her. "Fuck you."
She rolls her eyes and comes forward anyway, dropping to her knees to help me get myself dressed. "You need time off."
"You just want my spot." I bite back, grinning wickedly as she sighs theatrically.
"Yeah, that's right." She's talking in that patronising monotonous voice she likes to use. She knows it pisses me off. She's such a bitch. "The reason I want you to take time off is so I can take your spot and be Champion. Not because your back is about to combust and I don't want you turning into a cripple for the rest of your life."
"At least you're honest." I get to my feet and slowly make my way towards were my bag is lying, still full of all my belongings. We're heading to Tampa after this show, just in time for me to pop in and see Kev and Scott, and maybe get a chiropractor to look at my clearly twisted spine. I finally catch sight of my pills and sigh with relief. I can feel the pain leaving me and I haven't even taken them yet. "Grab my purse and cell phone will ya?" She just frowns at me as I pop ten pills in my mouth and chow down on them like candy.
"Idiot." I hear her mumble as she drags my suitcase out into the hallway. I almost faint. What the fuck is she doing?
"Bell boy!" I whistle and a guy comes running, practically salivating at the mouth in the hope of a tip. Moron. "Take our bags down to the black SUV downstairs."
"Yes miss." I'm so lucky that people don't know my name, I think I'd faint if I ever heard someone who isn't my mother call me by it. "I'll do that right away."
Nattie shakes her head, she's not as used to people doing whatever they tell her to do. She's too much of a pushover see. "You are incorrigable."
"Excuse me?" I ask with fake innocence. "What does that mean?"
"It means someone who's..." She sees the look on my face and thumps me on the arm. "You bitch! Get in the car before I drive away without your druggie ass."
"Tone it down dude." I slide into the passenger seat and roll the window right down, pulling out my cigarettes and lighting up just because I know how much she hates people smoking in her car. "I've got a reputation to uphold."
"Oh yeah because a drugged up sex-addicted whore who has all the talent in the world and the worst personality to go with it has the most pristine reputation out of all of us." There's really no need for this sarcasm. Especially when I'm not on top of my game enough to keep up with her. My thoughts are still up in that hotel room with my bad back and Teddy Hart. I wonder where he went to. I'm hoping he doesn't show up during the show, the last thing I need is him distracting me right before I go out there and kick ass.
"Harper, we need a word." Oh goody, it's the Billion Dollar Bitch come to chew my ass out about my little word slip the other day. "My office now please." I roll my eyes at Nattie as I lesuirely follow Stephy along to her office, and as I walk in, I see Kevin and Scott sitting with Levesque, who shot me a dirty look as I walked in. I returned the look in a heartbeat. The prick hated us because Vince loved us. We were stealing his spot and he didn't like it much, but we were Vince and Steph's golden children so really he just had to sit there and shut up and deal with it. He had a sensitive spot where I was concerned, because Teddy seemed to do nothing but make his life a misery whenever he decided to show up at shows. Everyone seems to know that Teddy and I have a thing going on. So I get Levesque's wrath when my occasional other half isn't around.
"Hey yo." I say with a smirk, casually leaning against the door. "What's brought the Cliq back together today of all days?"
"We're signing contracts with the E." Scott jokes, I notice Vince and Shane are also in the room, I wonder what I must have done to have the entire McMahon family on my back. "Don't tell anyone though."
I whip out my cell phone and begin to dial. "I'm sure Jarrett would love to hear that." Kev reaches out and grabs my phone as he gets to his feet. I can tell he's gazing at me, he can probably tell I'm still in pain, still all messed up thanks to Teddy. He'll do that to you you know. Screw around with your emotions. He does it to me ALLLLL the time. I know Kev knows about it. Kev's good like that. He's good at reading people. Even unreadable people like me.
"We need to talk later kid, okay?" I just nod, still not looking up at him. Instead he pulls me in for a hug and I pat him awkwardly on the back.
"Get off me you big oaf, I can't breath." He moves away and sits back down. Scott knows not to even go that far with me. I'll hug him when I'm good and ready. Levesque is still looking like he just swallowed a wasp, while Vince is giving me that evil eye that I know is to do with my little slip up from last night.
"Complaints still coming in Vince?" I asked airily, examining my nails. One chipped last night in the ring, I'll need to get that sorted. "Or has things blown over."
"You're suspended." It takes a full minute and a half for my brain to absorb what the old man just said. My mouth drops open before I close it shut again quickly, don't let them see your reactions Jolie!
"No I'm not." I reply confidently. "You wouldn't do that to the show. The show needs me."
"I'm sure we can do without you for a month." Shane says drily, although I can see the twinkle in his eye. Shane's always been amused by my antics. Like me or not, I'm good for business, and the McMahon's know that.
"You can't suspend me!" I'm panicking now. What the fuck am I gonna do with a whole month off? My parents might force me to come VISIT them. They can't do this to me! "Last night was an accident! I swear I didn't mean it."
"We have to set an example for the USA execs Harper." I can tell it's hurting Vince to do this. He knows how much money he's gonna lose if I'm not there for four weeks. "A month is miniscule. But it has to be done."
"You're not getting the belt back." I scoff, I can't believe they're actually doing this to me. I didn't even MEAN to say c*** last night!! The one time I'm not intentionally trying to stir shit and I get suspended for it.
Unfair much?
"You'll need to hand over the belt before you leave." Steph says slowly, as thought I'm a fucking retard. Bitch.
"You're not getting it." I smirk, knowing that they can't exactly search through my belongings till they find my belt. I have them by the balls. "It'll leave with me and come back with me."
"Come on Jolie," I now know why Scott and Kev are here. They're here to calm me down if things get nasty. "Don't go all Shawn Michaels on us."
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want." I spit back, once more refusing eye contact with Kev. He knows he can get me to do whatever he wants me to do, I'm not giving him the advantage by keeping eye contact. "And I am not handing that belt over. It's mine! I won it, I've defended it - very well may I add - for six months and I'm not handing it over to one of those other sluts. That's just insulting to the Championship."
Vince rubbed his eyes wearily. "Fine, fine, whatever. But you're still suspended so I'm sending you home. In one months time you can come back."
I glare at them all one by one before I turn and leave the room, making sure to slam the door as hard as I can behind me. I hurry to my locker room, screaming and cursing at everyone in my path, not even knowing that my hands are shaking until I try to work the straps of my suitcase and they're not budging for me.
"AHHHHHHHH!" I pick up the glass pitcher of water I requested before the show and throw it against the wall so that it smashes into tiny pieces. How DARE they suspend me?! Are they out of their minds?? Maybe I could get fired and go to TNA. Yeah sure it's less money, but it would piss the McMahon's off no end. I cannot believe they've suspended me. What the hell am I gonna do with myself for a whole month?! My entire body will be in absolute AGONY if I don't do any wrestling for four whole weeks. I briefly wonder if maybe I should stick around and deliberately cause hell for the rest of the show, but clearly I'm not the only one thinking that.
"Get your crap together Jolie, you're coming back to Tampa with us before you get up to some mischief."
"Go fuck yourself Nash." I spit, then wince. Kev's the only one that won't take that shit from me.
"What the fucks your problem?" Kevin explodes. I grit my teeth and try to count to ten so I don't make things worse for myself. I'm still so pissed off that they had the nerve to suspend me that I barely get to 3 before I'm lashing out at him again.
"My fucking problem is that I just got suspended and you're treating me like I'm fucking five years old!" We glared at each other, I was practically foaming at the mouth in my anger. "I don't want to see nor speak to anyone so I'd apprecaite it if you just left. Both of you." I added to Scott who was just standing by the door looking bored with out conversation.
I had turned back to my bag, forgetting in my anger just how much of a prick Kevin Nash could be.
"PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!" I'm screaming my head off and thrashing about. But unless he willingly drops me, there's no way Kevin Nash is letting me go as he gives me a firemans lift through the arena outside to his car. "PUT ME DOWN YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Shut the fuck up and get in the car." He threw me - none too gently either - into the backseat and tossed my suitcase in after me. "You and I are having a long talk when we get home young lady."
"Young lady." I mutter, folding my arms like a petulant little child. "Who died and made you my fucking father?"
Kev and Scott just share a look. "Do yourself a favour Juliette Harper and shut your mouth."
.... He just didn't.
The moment we get to Tampa, I'm wrecking his house.
Prick.
