I've returned from my holiday! Joy of joys, huh? Anyway, I decided that I should really update this. I left you all a bit hanging, didn't I?
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Apart from the inevitable "Are you going to kill Jeff/Adam/Randy/Cody?" questions, I'll be happy to answer them!
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Chapter 7- Out Of Control
3 months later
Tyler Bellamy sat across from his mentor, Michael Rowlands and watched the older man intently.
"You fuckin want something?" Rowlands caught the eye of Tyler and spat
"Uhh...just wondering how you are Mike."
"Obviously I'm a little worried right now, Tyler. How's the Cena case going?"
"Still as dead as the man himself."
Rowlands sniggered "That's better, Bellamy. Your sick sense of humour has started to develop."
The men laughed and drank some of their coffee.
"Detective Bellamy." A smooth voice greeted Tyler as it got closer. He turned round.
"Eadoin Cena" he almost laughed "What a pleasant surprise."
"Is it really?" Eadoin laughed "And it's Eadoin Copeland, actually. I got married last month"
"Poor guy. I hope he knows what he's in for." Tyler scoffed "Wait. Copeland? As in Adam? Edge?"
"Oh, you told him?" Charlotte walked round the other side of the booth and sat next to Detective Rowlands.
Bellamy stared at them all. This had to be a dream. It would explain why his vision was blurry and his head was spinning.
But not why his stomach felt like it was being ripped apart, his throat closing and all the life being sucked out of him.
"I'll leave him to it." Eadoin smiled "I have to catch my plane to meet Adam"
Charlotte nodded as her sister left "Shame about having to kill him, Daddy."
Tyler managed to lift his head up "Daddy?"
"You aren't dead yet?" Michael enquired then shrugged "You will be soon enough. Just like Mr Copeland"
Charlotte looked at her father and laughed as they watched the Detective die in front of them. She then stood up and tightened the belt on her long trench coat;
"Uncle Mark! Clean up in booth 7!"
" The body of WWE superstar Adam Copeland has been found near his home in Florida. His wife Eadoin was away visiting her sister in New York. He was killed with a single bullet wound the the head, believed to be self inflicted"
Becky stared at the television screen and ran to the bathroom to vomit as soon as the last words were out of the reporters mouth.
If it was self inflicted, there was no way that this was Eadoin, Charlotte or her Father's work. Yet there was no way that Adam would take his own life.
She dialled Charlotte's number frantically "Adam's dead."
"I regret it." Came the cold reply "Oh shit, Becky, who am I kidding? I loved Adam."
"Me too, C. Who did it? Who ordered it?"
"Daddy ordered it. I presume one of his hit men did it" Charlotte answered. She knew, of course, that Adam had done it himself. He was so strung out, Eadoin had been pushing all his buttons and then threatened to leave him.
He'd snapped.
"This is ridiculous C. Our family is fucked"
Charlotte exhaled some of her cigarette smoke down the phone "I know. Anyway I gotta go Becky. Love you Sis."
"Love you too."
"Oh and I designed a red line of clothing today. I'll come over with the plans tomorrow. Bye!" Charlotte hung up and Becky collapsed onto the couch. How the hell was she going to tell Cody?
Charlotte stomped out her Marlboro and considered smoking the whole pack but then remembered the baby. Which then reminded her to take her corset off.
She unlocked the door to her house and called upstairs to Jeff. She hadn't seen him in two months, after all.
He came downstairs quickly, running at the sound of her voice and stopped to gawp at her stomach.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he rushed forwards and held onto Charlotte closely. She kissed him and in that moment, considered faking her own death just to get out of the entire mess.
"I had to be sure. Oh, Adam's killed himself, by the way" Shit. Too nonchalant. Charlotte immediatley fell to the ground and began to cry, Jeff soon joining her. After all, they had been best friends. Once upon a time.
The Next Day
The media was abuzz with the death of Adam Copeland. Several sources had been quoted as saying "She put that gun in his hands", most notably Vince McMahon.
As long as they didn't let their superstars loose on the subject to tell us that suicide wasn't really dying, or that nobody kills their self anymore, then maybe that claim would be reputable.
Charlotte was milling all of this through her head as she arrived at Becky's house, an empire line shirt and a trench coat concealing her bump.
Becky opened the door, unsmiling and red eyed. The two embraced for a minute as they heard photographers camera's snap away and then disappeared inside the house. Cody was wandering around like a lost puppy, only stopping to hug and kiss Charlotte on the cheek.
After showing Becky the new clothing line, to which she emphatically agreed to be a part of, they got into Charlotte's new Lamborghini and sped off to John Cena's grave.
They had business to attend to.
"I hope they did as they were told" Becky said, happy to be away from the depression of Adam's death.
"Yeah. I wonder where they'll throw Bellamy's body?" Charlotte wondered aloud and Becky stared at her.
"WHAT??" She screeched "You killed him?"
"At Uncle Mark's place. It was quite amusing." Charlotte smiled before pulling over quickly and opening her car door to be sick out of.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Becky panicked, jumping to the conclusion somebody had poisoned her half sister.
"It's called morning sickness and I hope you never have it" Charlotte groaned and lay back into her seat "What fragrance are you wearing?"
"Davidoff"
"Great. I love that and now I'm sensitive to it" Charlotte chuckled before driving off again.
Present Day.
Charlotte said her goodbyes to Cody, Becky and Nathan as Eadoin came down the stairs to join them.
"He's adorable!" she tickled the baby underneath his chin "I love babies"
Cody smiled nervously as Becky handed Nathan to her friend. He didn't put it past her to run off with his son.
"I wonder how Charlotte is going to take this?" Eadoin commented, innocently as she rocked Nathan in her arms, a look of adoration on her face.
"Oh God. I never thought..." Becky covered her mouth with her hands.
As they arrived at the grave, they soon saw that it had been smashed up, just like it should've been.
Chuckling to each other, they pulled out a red lipstick each and scrawled 'Much love' on the front of it.
You know what they say.
Gone, but not forgotten.
