a/n hey! I love updating this lol, I think its coz I have so many chapters prewritten... I said every two weeks, but I can't help myself! Many thanks to Kennedy's Friday Night Delight, xHalosandwings, Neurotic-Idealist and Sonib89 for being kind enough to review =]


The Last Unbroken Hart;

By AliceJericho

Chapter 7: Guilt.

"How tedious is a guilty conscience!" John Webster.

I have a terrible poker face. I always have. I can't lie to save myself, and people can tell what I'm thinking or feeling just by looking at me.

"Really, Laura, don't think too much about it. He thinks too much, and tends to multi-task, even when he knows he can't. He wasn't trying to get rid you," Eve smiled compassionately. "Now, come inside, and I'll introduce you to everyone. But... look straight at the back wall; I'm not sure if everyone has finished getting changed."

We walked in and she closed the door behind us. I did as she said, looking at the back wall, not wanting to see anyone in the process of changing.

"Girls! We have a newbie! This is Bret's daughter, Laura!" a bubbly blonde instantly came skipping over to me. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. She was most definitely younger than me; she looked like she could still be a teenager.

"Hi, I'm Barbie!" she was very enthusiastic, and her voice was very high pitched and shrill. She was followed by twins, both with dark hair, who were very much identical.

"I'm Brie and this is my sister, Steph!" they both hugged me, and I hugged back, these hugs hadn't surprised me as much as Barbie's had.

Within the next five minutes, I had met Victoria, Jillian, Gail and Maryse. I was also told that the Diva I saw last week was Melina and she had, unfortunately, torn her anterior cruciate ligament a few days before she gave up her title.

Everyone seemed nice enough; Eve and Gail had decided that they wanted to be my babysitters. I couldn't help but think great, I thought I grew out of this ten years ago. That being said, it was nice to have friends, especially when they were such nice people.


This week I avoided watching the matches. Except the Diva's match (Barbie as Kelly Kelly, facing Victoria as Alicia Fox), and Legacy (Cody Runnels, as Cody Rhodes, and Ted DiBiase, both of whom I knew from a very young age) against Mark Henry and Evan Bourne (the persona Matt held onscreen).

The Diva's match was less than interesting, and I'm surprised I lasted the whole match. It made me want to cry because it was so horrible. However, Victoria did a nice powerbomb.

I haven't even watched wrestling in ten years, nor have I been trained, yet I still think I could hold a better match than most of the Divas here. Not that I'd ever get to try, I was never going to be a wrestler. Ever.

The tag team match was pretty good. Although Mark and Matt lost. I didn't get to see the most amazing move, sadly.

Just sitting in catering, I realised that I knew more people than previously thought. I guessed it was because there were plenty of second and third generation superstars, plus older guys were still involved backstage. I didn't realise last week, as I was too busy crying to, and yelling at, Paul.

Not that it mattered, though. I'd be lucky if Eve and Gail ever let me out of their sight. I think I'd been officially accepted into the group of giggling girls.

Gail and Eve didn't giggle, though. They seemed pretty mature, at least compared to Barbie and Victoria.

It didn't take long for me to find out that Gail was from Canada. I knew I had seen her before. Dad still attended some Canadian wrestling things, and took pictures of the Canadian Talent. Don't ask me why, because I really don't know.

"Here come Matt and Mark." Eve alerted me to the two males, both looking puffed and sweaty, who were coming our way.

Then something really unexpected happened. Matt, who had reached the table, jumped onto the table. From a standing position. Gail and Eve applauded this great athletic demonstration, neither of them confused as to why he would randomly jump onto a table. It must be another thing he does regularly I thought to myself, just like visiting the Diva's locker room.

He jumped off the table and sat beside Mark, who had sat himself down adjacent to me.

"That was a great match guys," Gail started up conversation. "The mixture of high risk, agility and pure strength would be an interesting combination on the long run.

"It sounds like a good idea, but I prefer singles wrestling, nothing stopping me from flying." Matt said with a smile. That gorgeous smile.

"Alright, now go shower." Eve ordered, "You guys stink!"

"If you don't mind, I'm going to find my Dad and let him know that I' m still alive. I stood up after the guys had gone, and walked in the opposite direction, hoping to find my father. Making a mental note to speak to Mark properly when I next say him.


The night had ended on a less than pleasurable not, for me anyway. I found out that Dad wasn't even on the show. That was after Eve had left for her match, and Gail had left to do something with a guy, holding an apple, who had afro like hair. I was told his name was Carlos Colon. I knew that guy, not very well, but we had met.

So, I was left alone for a good 20 minutes. Just sitting in catering. I couldn't even talk to Chris or Paul; they would both be participating in the Main Event.

Anyway, back to Dad not being on the show. I had just shown up to a WWE event, for absolutely no reason. I had a screaming match with Dad about it too. I haven't fought with my dad since he accepted his Hall of Fame induction, and the time before that was when the divorce between he and mum was finalised. That may or may not have contributed to his stroke, and that still haunts me. So, having a fight with Dad about something so stupid really got me worried.

"Dad, I know you left without me, I'll find a way home though... I guess I'll send you a text? Love you." I left on his voicemail, knowing all too well that he will check it as soon as the phone alerts him to a new message.

"Any particular reason you're just standing around outside?" the voice of Matt Korklan broke the silence that had come over the car park,

"I regularly stand around car parks. It's my thing." I mumbled, making a joke, but it wasn't loud enough for him to hear,

"Pardon?" he has manners. Wow.

"Dad left without me. We had a row, and he got angry and left." I told him, finally looking up at his face, after I had just been absently staring through the almost empty car park.

"Oh, that's no good. Would you like a ride back?" he asked kindly, but I shook my head,

"I was just going to wait for Chris, or Hunter." I shrugged,

"They could be an hour; they'll most definitely be the last ones here." He informed me and I sighed, "Really, I'll take you back. My car is just over there and I didn't ride with anyone, so it'll be roomy." He said before his smile faltered, "Just ignore that last sentence. That sounded worse than it was supposed to." He mumbled the last part, but I caught it.

"If you wouldn't mind," I said almost unwillingly. I hate asking people for things, I always have.


"Thank you, Matt. It was very sweet of you." I thanked the highflyer,

"Anytime," he smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. We walked into the hotel lobby, and people's heads turned our way. Wow, good luck trying to explain this to Dad, if the gossip is anything like it was ten years ago, we'll be dating by morning.

It was obvious that we'd be going the same way, to the elevators and then up, but I couldn't help but feel elated as he walked me to the elevator.

He pressed the button for level eleven, and then turned to me,

"What floor?"

"Nine." I told him then watched as he pressed the respective number. He took a few steps back and stood beside me.

I took a sneak peak at him from the corner of my eye, just as he was adjusting his backpack, and because he was not wearing a sweatshirt (which was rather stupid, because it was freezing), his forearm muscles flexed.

We finally reached my floor, and as soon as the door opened, I was stepping into the hallway.

"Hey, Laura." Matt called after me, standing in between the doors, holding them open, "I hope everything's okay with your Dad."

"Thanks." I smiled at him, "G'night."

"'Night."


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