The first hint of a headache began to make itself known to Stephanie as the limo approached the arena. These headaches were becoming worryingly frequent already but she knew that she could not tell Paul. As soon as he found out he would make sure that she stayed home and away from work but she could not see him suffer under that pressure any more especially not with Wrestlemania and the trip to England so close. It needed to be all hands on deck during that period but maybe she could take time off again after Paul returned from England? Yes, that was a good idea. There were more immediate things to worry about right now as the limo was pulling into the parking garage of the arena.

Looking over at his wife Paul took in the tense expression on her face and the way she was nervously playing with her wedding ring and he let out a sigh that she did not seem to notice. The stress was getting to her, just as they had been warned that it might and it worried him. It left him in a very awkward position and he did not know what to do. He was concerned for Stephanie's health but also he really needed the help right now, she had been right about that. Less than a week from Wrestlemania and everything that went with it was not a time to be trying to do everything himself without even thinking about going to England the week after. The limo stopped in the parking garage and Paul spoke before Stephanie could open the door, "Steph when I get back from England I want you back home again. Please don't try to tell me that you're fine because I can see it. You're struggling and you've only been back to work for a week."

Hearing the concern in Paul's voice caused Stephanie to turn to him and tell him the truth. She had been told by her therapist not to keep things from her family if they tried to help her and it was advise that she had listened to. "I'm not fine Paul, you're right but I can manage. I can make it through two more weeks in the office. I can do it."

Paul could tell that Stephanie meant what she had said but of course he still worried. "Are you sure? I can always stay home and not go to England. I can..."

"No you can't, we both know that. Aside from the fact that you're critically involved in the biggest storyline that we have right now we both know that we can't leave someone else in charge over there. We just can't do that. We're still seriously lacking experience in management so this is the way it has to be honey. I feel so pathetic that a few days in the office effects me like this."

Apparently the limo driver must have thought that they were waiting for him to open the door as that was what happened at that moment, cutting the conversation off. Stephanie kissed her husband softly on the lips, "You know I'm right honey, it's a lot less than ideal but it's what we'll have to do so let's just do it. If I need to take time off after you get back I will."

With that Stephanie exited the limo into the parking garage and straightened her black pinstriped suit jacket. Paul climbed out after her and did the same with his dark blue jacket as he said, "You promise me that? I don't like this Steph, I have to be honest."

"I promise," Stephanie said, with a smile that managed to make appear as if it was not forced. "If I feel like this in two weeks I'll take time off again. Let's go do this shall we?"

Paul took his wife's hand in his as they walked into the arena and made an attempt to lighten the mood, "Alright but if things get worse you need to tell me. It must be good to be back though, right?"

"If anything I feel nervous," Stephanie admitted, remembering that she needed to be honest. "Nervous and a little stressed. I've not done this for so long and we employ people now that I've never even met. Plus Dwayne is here and there will be tension between you. I guess that is what is stressing me the most."

"There won't be tension Steph," Paul tried to convince her and failed. He might have been able to speak to Dwayne without excessive tension between them when he was by himself but with Stephanie also in the room and with everyone knowing how Dwayne felt about her who was he kidding? There would be a lot of tension. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all?

As they walked along a hallway Stephanie's voice sounded distant as she recalled, "I haven't seen him since that night in Boston. He took me back to my hotel in a cab after... what happened. During that cab ride was the first time I thought about..."

Knowing what she was going to say and that it would upset her Paul cut her off before she could get that far, "Don't Steph. Don't talk about it, don't even think about that night. Things are not like that now are they?"

"No." He felt Stephanie squeeze his hand tightly.

As they continued through the hallways there were smiles and greetings from the people they walked past. Everyone seemed pleased to see Stephanie especially considering how well she looked. She was truly back to her best, at least that was how it appeared. Next to approach them was Daniel Bryan, a large smile on his face as he greeted them both, "H, Steph it's great to see you back."

"I'm not back Daniel," Stephanie clarified with a smile. "It's just a one night thing but thank you."

"Daniel could you find Rock for me and have him come to the production office?" Paul asked.

Daniel nodded, "Sure. Uh... Steph... Brie and I still haven't heard anything from Nikki. Just so that you know."

Stephanie closed her eyes briefly, "I don't want to think about Nikki, I'm just glad that she's gone." A thought suddenly entered Stephanie's head and she asked, "Uh... Daniel? Nikki told me about Brie's illness. It does get easier, right? To cope I mean?" She had been hoping for some kind of reassurance but instead a quizzical expression appeared on Daniel's face.

"Brie's illness? What are you talking about?"

Now Stephanie wondered if Brie had been keeping it from Daniel and she had unintentionally just caused trouble between them as she floundered, "When they were teenagers... Nikki said... forget it Daniel, don't worry about it."

"Nikki told you Brie was the one who was sick? Nikki was the one who was sick, is that not obvious at this point?"

Paul held his wife's hand tightly as a strange look of confusion and hurt came to her face and she mumbled, "I guess it is. She even lied to me about that."

"They had a real tough time with her for a few years," Daniel continued. "She had mental problems and she was also mixing with the wrong people. It was only Brie being there for her that helped her and kept her under control and eventually got her taking her meds regularly. That's why Brie kind of went wild when Nikki and your dad got together and she started spending a lot of time with you. She thought that you would try to change Nikki and it would unbalance her or something and with Brie not being around enough Nikki would start to lose it again. She may have handled it wrong but I guess she was right. I'd have made her tell you the truth at the time but she didn't tell me about it until Nikki disappeared and we found out what she had done. She was desperate to go out searching for her. Sounds crazy but Nikki is her sister I guess. Anyway we haven't heard from her in a year so I guess she's gone for good."

"Right," Stephanie mumbled distantly.

Paul did not like the shocked expression on his wife's face at all so he quickly asked, "Daniel can you go find Rock now please?"

"Okay." With that Daniel headed off to find Dwayne Johnson as he had been asked. Paul and Stephanie continued their journey to the production office. The discussion and revelation about Nikki had started to make Stephanie's headache more prominent. Her anxiety was starting to kick off and the night had hardly even begun yet. There was still a discussion to have with Dwayne Johnson and then a segment to do in the ring in front of twelve thousand people in the live audience and millions of TV viewers.

"She's crazy and she's still out there somewhere," Stephanie mumbled as they walked along the hallway.

Paul closed his eyes briefly. This was all they needed, something else for Stephanie to get stressed about. "Don't worry about her," he said reassuringly. "She's on the run Steph, she's hardly likely to come near us is she? She'd end up inside before she knew what was happening."


You're still exactly where I left you, that's very good. It would be a shame for this to get nasty, not this early anyway. I hope you're comfortable? I guess not huh? Whatever. Stop struggling and be quiet! That's better. Right let's continue shall we? There's still a lot I want to get through before I call Paul and things start to get serious.

Okay lets talk about where I was living when I first went on the run, after you sold me out and ruined my life. It wasn't a huge, expensive place like the one I should have been living in with Vince or the one you fucking live in. There were not luxuries, no nice furniture, no expansive kitchen, no massive garden, no huge TV's. In fact there was barely a functioning heating system. I didn't even have the place to myself. I had to rent a room in that shit hole from a fat son of a bitch called Greg. I'm sure he thought he would get lucky one day but I mean, my god. I would rather have taken a shit and then eaten it than go near that guy. It makes me sick to think about it.

I had to rent his guest bedroom and the place was always cold, so cold. There was damp on one of the walls too. Can you imagine it? Someone like me, someone who should have all of the finer things in life living in a place like that and working in a diner. I had been right when I thought about it that first day in the diner, jail would have been better than the way I was living.

I had not been there long when one evening I saw a cockroach in the corner of the room. It was then that I decided I had to get out, had to get away. I began saving up every cent I could just to have money to make a down payment on somewhere, anywhere of my own. Some days I even went without food just to save a few extra bucks towards getting out of that hole. Eventually I did it too, I got out of there and I managed to rent this place. You might think it's a dump and to a princess like you I'm sure it is but this is how I live now thanks to you. Well not for much longer, bitch! A day or two from now when I've got more money than I know what to do with it will be a different story.

Anyway we'll come to that soon enough. It took what seemed like forever but eventually I had moved into this place but I was still working in that shitty diner. Believe me I tried to find something better but with no record of employment or references no one would touch me so I was stuck there. I would have taken any kind of office job imaginable but I just couldn't get one.

One night a few weeks ago I was working the late shift with that asshole Ryan I told you about before and would you believe it some customer asked him to put Raw on the TV they had in that place and of all things what did I see when the show started? I saw you! You were on there looking like you were having the time of your life with your precious Rocky. I'd love to know how you got that past Paul? All three of you in the ring! Maybe you can tell me later. Hey did you kiss him afterwards? Huh? What? I guess that's supposed to mean no? Shame, I could have told Paul about it tomorrow. Hey there's a thought! He doesn't know you kissed 'Rocky' before you were ill does he? That will be a surprise for him huh? I can't wait to tell him. Oh be quiet! Paul finding out you've always been a cheating bitch and that your sickness was just a convenient excuse is the least of your problems at this point wouldn't you say?

I'm getting side tracked again. Where was I? Oh yes, I was thinking that it should have been me that was on Raw not you and I must have said it aloud or mumbled it because that bastard Ryan laughed at me and said, "Keep dreaming, you need more than a pair of fake tits to get on TV."

I was so angry I had to go in the staff room for a few minutes to avoid hitting him. It was as I stood in that staff room shaking with anger and indignity that I guess I decided I had to do something. I couldn't live like that any more. All I could see was your smiling face as I had just seen it on the TV and it made me so mad. You had everything and I had nothing and it was not fair. I began to make a plan that night and you were the key to it. How ironic that after you've cost me everything I had twice I'm going to have more money than I've ever had in my life thanks to you.

I have a confession to make. I lied to you about Brie being sick when we were teenagers. It wasn't Brie who was sick it was me, Brie was the one who kept me under control not the other way around. You already know don't you? I can see it in your eyes. Brie told you huh? Well guess what? Because some stupid bitch decided to stab me in the back and ruin my life and make me run away from everything I don't have my meds any more. Hasn't really worked out well for you has it Stephanie?