Chapter Three.
Dear Randy,
I hope you are well. I am fine. I've never had a pen-pal either. Before we start, you must know something. My name isn't really Gracie but its actually my nickname. Everyone calls me that and I never bothered to correct them, so it stuck. You didn't get to here about me when we met so I'll give you a little fact sheet now. ABOUT ME:
Full Name: Abigail Grace Ordenes
DOB: 26th September
Favourite Colours: green, blue and black
When I was little I wanted to be: an artist
I prefer dogs over cats as well.
Favourite food: I don't have a favourite food, really. I don't eat much.
My favourite subject: art
Scared of: Alex
Some of my drawings are enclosed in this envelope. Can you send me some of yours when you write next? I wanna see how you draw. By the way, my email is _, so you can add me on MSN. We can talk on there too.
I gotta go now. Hope I didn't bore you to death.
From, Gracie.
Who is Alex? Randy thought. He was in his locker room for Monday Night Raw. Gracie seemed to be absoloutely terrified of him. Suddenly, Randy remembered what James had told him, 'someone called Alex haunts her past'. Randy narrowed his eyes. It sounded like this Alex guy had hurt her in some way. Lord keep him away from wherever go, Randy thought, because if I ever find him, he won't live to see his next birthday.
Randy eyed the drawings Gracie had sent him as he prepared for his match. James was right. Gracie really did have an incredible ability to draw. She had sent Randy two drawings. The first was a picture of the night sky. The moon and all the stars had faces. There was a black star in the bottom-right-hand corner and it had a sad face. It was set apart from the rest of the stars, who had happy faces. The caption read, there is always one.
The second drawing was of an orang-utan. It was sitting in the corner of a cage with empty eyes. Its neck held a chain, which connected to his hands and feet. Its hair was matted and dirty. The food bowl was empty, except for a few crumbs. He looked really miserable. The caption read, trapped.
"You ready, Randy?"
Randy looked towards the source of the voice. John was standing at the door, ready in his wrestling gear. He and Randy had a match that night. Seeing Randy distracted, John followed his gaze, and gaped.
"Are those her drawings?"
Randy nodded. "She's good isn't she?"
"Amazing." John breathed. He shook his head. "We should probably go to the gorilla now, Randy. In five minutes Tony's gonna announce us."
Stealing one last glance at the drawings, Randy replied, "Sure."
John's forehead wrinkled as Randy set the drawings down and made his way out of the door. Randy wasn't focused. "Dude snap out of it."
Randy shifted his gaze from the floor to John. "Snap out of what?"
John gave him a look. "Listen, man. What your doing for Gracie is really good, don't get me wrong, but put your head back into wrestling mode. Focus on kicking the shit out of me tonight, alright, and not Gracie. And if she's on your mind that much, use her as motivation."
Randy nodded, knowing that John mean well. But his mind was still on Gracie. He wondered what she was doing right now. Thinking back to Gracie, that brought up a forgotten question,
Who was Alex?