4
Tell Me Everything
"How could you be so stupid?" Randy yells. I flinch as he raises his hand at me. "I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking! I didn't know you left bruises!" "Damn right you weren't thinking! You're lucky, though. I'll go easy on you tonight." I do as he sayd. He makes it quick since he has a match later. Before he gets up he kisses my forehead. "I know you'll be good tonight. You won't be leaving this room to cause anymore damage." He gets up from the couch and changes into his wrestling gear. "I'll deal with you're stupidity later." He slams the door and locks it from the outside.
"Three hours. Great." I whisper to myself as tears fall down my face. I dress back into my jeans and tank top and turn on teh tv. The only channel I get is RAW and guess who's face stretches across the flatscreen? "You jerk!" I chunk the remote at the screen and the tv goes black. "Sandra? Are you in there?" Jake knocks on the door. "Go away Jake! Please!" I try to calm my voice but he can hear me crying. "Why is the door locked from the outside?" He asks. "I...Randy locked me in here. Just please go away." He jiggles the door and I hear him sigh, "Okay. Stand back. I'm breaking this bitch down." "Save youself a beatin and leave, Jake!" I say but back away from the door. A loud crash and Jake and the door are on the floor a minute later. "You're a moron." I say. "But I'm your moron." He smiles his trademark grin.
"Who said anything about you and I..." I question. "Nevermind. C'mon, let's get you outta here." He grabs my hand and leads me out of the room. "Feel like doing anything fun tonight?" He asks. "Likes what? We arrive in the parking garage and at a big black Hummer. "Yours?" I ask. "Nah. It's your brother-in-laws. He lets me borrow it sometimes." "Ah. I thought it looked familiar." We get in and as soon as he starts backing out of the parking space, he hits something. "Smooth. Paul is going to kill you."
"About that...I lied. I saw the keys hanging out of his duffel bag and took them." I laugh, "I knew it. But I've attempted it and got caught so I give you props for succeeding. Now let's get outta this arena and to a movie or something." "Good idea." He drives out of the garage and away from all the busses and vans. "So I want to know everything. Starting with...well, just tell me." He says. I stare out the window for a while before answering.