A/N I'm writing as I go and I actually like where its going. Updating might be a bit slow,but I'm getting there. After that I might be updating every day :) I hope your enjoying this story as much as I am! More surprises coming your way!
Michelle walked into the very spacious closet and eyed the different clothes and pairs of shoes that she would have to choose from to go meet with...him. Mark began to grow suspicious when they arrived at the arena yesterday and asked her questions like,"Where were you?" "Why didn't you pick up the phone?" "What's going on?" God how she wanted to tell him the truth,but she couldn't. He would find out what really happened that night and will maime her for the rest of her life. She could not let that happen.
"Hey honey. Goin' somehwere?" Mark came behind her and gently placed his large hands around her tiny waist. She immediately melted against him and wished the situation was different. Wished that horrid woman was lost forever in a black hole and never reared her ugly head ever again.
"Yeah uhm I'm going to spend some time with the girls..ya know girl stuff." She shrugged him off and picked out a simple striped short sleeved shirt with jeans and some flats. Mark quirked a brow at the sudden change in mood that filled the air but decided not to say anything. She assured him everything was fine,why shouldn't he believe her? Michelle never lied to him,as far as he knew.
"Oh well alright...," he hesitated,"is everythin' o-" A knock on the door of their suite broke them out of the heated discussion that probably lay ahead. Michelle let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding on to for dear life. Mark gave her a quick kiss and watched as she walked to the bathroom to change. Michelle grabbed her cell while making her way to the bathroom. She sat on the closed toilet seat with her clothes neatly folded onto her lap and her elbows resting on them while she scrolled through her unread messages.
Meet me at the same restaurant. I have some things that might come of interest to you Michelle.
-John Cena
Michelle shuddered,shut her phone and tossed it on the counter and placed her head in her hands. She placed her fingers on each side of head and groaned. 'Why me?' she thought,"when did all of this start to spiral out of control?". Very quickly she took a cold shower and put on her clothes. Making sure she had everything with her,Michelle walked toward the front door when she noticed Mark and Glenn in a heated conversation in the nearby living room.
"I'll see you later Mark." She gave him a quick kiss on the head and nodded toward Glenn. They never did really share a hello. They never clicked and she noticed Glenn didn't want anything to do with her after she supposedly broke their "brotherly bond". The tension was easy to feel in the room and it wasn't hard to miss that something was up between the two. Oh well,she had more important things to deal with anyway. It was growing late out and the moon would soon appear in the sky. Tugging on her coat after feeling a chill in the air,Michelle made her way down a couple of blocks and into the restaurant where she would meet him again. She stood at the doorway and hesitated on going inside. She could easily back out and forget all of this but eventually Mark would find out and she didn't want him to..he couldn't..not on her watch anyway. Passing by couples dine,families enjoy their laughter filled night out,he sat at the same booth they met recently. He sipped from the wine in his intricate designed cup and smiled as Michelle found her seat across from him.
"You know its rude to not say hello Michelle." He took another sip and placed his hand on her thigh easy from his reach. He bit back a snort when he watched her jump slightly from her seat with the sudden touch. He could still keep her on edge and he doubted she ever forgot that she used to be his possession.
"Hello John," she said through clenched teeth,"now what is the plan?" She didn't intend to stay longer than need be. The faster she was away from John,the better. This was strictly buisness and nothing more..or so she wanted to convince herself.
"The plan. Yes the plan. What is this woman's name again?" He drew out a manila envelope from the briefcase that stood near his feet on the floor by the table very well hidden.
"You know exactly what her name is Cena." Her eyes turned into slits as he chuckled and took out the contents in the envelope in a swift motion. Michelle folded her arms across her chest and watched his every move. They way the veins on his hands pumped. The way his blue eyes twinkled in the soft light. Those arms..she ached to fell them once again..around her slim frame..what the hell was she doing! Mark..think Mark. She cleared her throat awkwardly and took the documents that were now spread on the table. John didn't miss the look she was giving him. He could see the memories of their past -before Mark came along- flash in her eyes. He watched her look over the documents that he placed on the table. He could sense the anger that was wafting from her in waves. All of those documents -including pictures- held what happened that night. Every single detail.
"The documents prove the point I'm trying to make Michelle. After the "accident" I convinced the doctors,with my charm of course,to give him the most potent drug. There is no possible way that he can remember. Even the doctors made sure he didn't...as did I." He placed the step by step procedure the doctors took to make sure Mark's memory was wiped clean. Michelle was in deep thought in the moment. These documents did seem creditable.
"And Tanisha right?" Her brow creased in confusion when he passed her another document similar of what was done to Mark. The same actions. Her memory was wiped clean as well.
"Whatever Mark is experiencing are just dreams. There is nothing to worry about. It is nearly impossible that he could remember what we did and caused."
"Hm. I guess I'm worrying too much." She tried to convince herself that it was just her worry hyping up things. Something was nagging at her though. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Her mind suddenly drifted away as she looked at the pictures of that night. A smile crept along her face as she remembered every single thing. It was a new beginning and there was nothing or most importantly no one that kept her away from Mark. He was all hers that night.
"I'm going to do some snooping around on this woman. Find out everything about her. Maybe see if she is having the same thing going on." John began to collect all the documents and pictures that now stretched all around the table like a tornado briefly passed and only hit them. He made a note to himself and pocketed it.
"Thank you John. When you find something out..call me."
"Will do Michelle. Good night." He watched as she picked up and left. The way her hips swayed from side to side made his jeans oddly uncomfortable all of a sudden. Adjusting himself he called for the check and sat in deep thought. He would possess Michelle once again in the near future. Mark would be out of the picture. Of course he would help her in what she needed,it was all apart of his plan. Once she was in his grasp,he would make Mark suddenly be gone from the picture. Michelle however didn't need to know that just yet.
Michelle reached the suite and opened the door making sure to lock it tight. Her body shivered as she adjusted to the temperature in the room. She shrugged her jacket off and hung it on the door,slipping her flats off in the process. She then tossed her purse onto the bed,when she reached their bedroom and then watched as papers slipped to the floor. Puzzled,she kneeled to the ground and picked them up,eyeing them curiously.
"Sneaky bastard." Michelle whispered to herself,shaking her head. John had slipped the manila envelope into her purse before she left without her noticing. That was his way of life..sneaking in,always getting his way. Curiosity got the better of her and she puffed the hair that was intruding the front of her face and sat on the edge of the bed eyeing each document carefully. She laid them all out and read each line,each fine print,even the numbers.
Bellevue Police Department 2207 Washington Street Bellevue, NE 68005 758-159-2568
Event Description CAR ACCIDENT. TWO PEOPLE HURT SEVERLY. ONE MALE/ONE FEMALE. CAR TOTALED. SPED OFF INTO A NEARBY DITCH BY THE RIVER.
Time and Date Reported: Sat. June 23 2000
Location Nebraska Highway 281
SAID MALE AND FEMALE WERE SPOTTED DRIVING AT NORMAL SPEED AND SWIRVED OUT OF CONTROL TOWARD A DITCH NEAR HIGHWAY RIVER AFTER REPORTED CAR CAME FROM WHAT SEEMED LIKE NOWHERE. BOTH VICTIMS SURVIVED BUT SUSTAINED SERIOUS INTERNAL BLEEDING,BROKEN RIBS,CUTS AND BRUISES. SAID CAR FLED FROM THE SCENE AND HAS NOT BEEN SEEN SINCE.
Michelle flipped to another document,this time the doctor reports.
Creighton University Medical Center 601 North 30th Street,Omaha 486-273-9800
Findings MALE: Internal bleeding,three broken ribs,a broken leg and massive concussion.
Surgical operation to stop internal bleeding and damaged tissue. Leg placed in cast,bruises and cracked ribs tended to. Given sedative to make him sleep and relief of some pain.
Findings FEMALE: Internal bleeding as well,two broken ribs,arm and leg broken,small concussion.
Surgical operations as well to stop internal bleeding and remove glass that went through most of the body. Vtal organs were not damaged. Leg and arm placed in cast after putting metal plate to give some support. Given sedative to make her sleep and relief of some pain.
She placed the documents down and smiled contented. The other doctor reports explained what drug they used,but for purposes to have them keep their jobs,they cleaned it up a bit. There was no need to worry at all! They took care of everything for her. Mark would never leave her again. They were destined to be together forever. Michelle was driven out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open and heavy steps thud toward the bedroom. Grabbing everything she could,she hid the documents underneath the bed matress and picked up her phone trying to make it look as if she was just scrolling through it.
"Hey Mark."
"I have some questions for you." Mark tossed his keys on the counter and sat next to Michelle. After speaking with Glenn and trying to make some sense of what he was implying,they made their way to the hospital. Something must have happened some time ago. Something must also be triggering the memories..but what? Why is it only affecting him and this woman whom he met mere moments ago? He needed answers and he needed them now.
