Chapter Seven

I awoke the next morning, my head still aching from all the questions that buzzed in my mind. It was raining outside, a chilling, and sad rain. It was one of those days where you could sense that nothing good would happen to you. I suppose all this anti-optimism is coming from my personal wounds. I love Randy—I'm positive. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I think we basically picked up from where we left off. But…I'm still unsure of my feelings for John. Randy is right, I should just forget about John. I need to focus on my new life…But…John and I have been through so much together…

We've actually been kind of "off and on" ever since high school, you know? We've been through a lot. He helped me through my suicidal phase, we were both each other's first, he protected me when I was weak; I was there with him through surgery (for his arm). Honestly, we rarely fought with each other and when we did, we always patched things up pretty quickly.

Come, break me down…Bury me, bury me!

My cell phone played The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars. I glanced over at my end table and picked up the phone, "Hello?" "Hey, baby." "Oh, hey, Randy."

"What's wrong? Are you still upset about John?" Randy asked me curiously. "Yes…" I muttered silently, wiping a few tears from my eyes. "Don't worry, baby. John will just have to get over it. It's not like he'll really kill himself, anyways." Randy's voice sounded somewhat sarcastic. "No, if he says he will, he will. When we were teenagers, Jeff forced us to break up. John just couldn't take the separation, so he tried hanging himself." My voice cracked with sadness as I relived those awful memories. "…What happened?" Randy asked after a long, awkward silence. "Roxy cut him down, but he tried many other ways like cutting his wrists, tried shooting himself…" I murmured. "…And then?" he asked again. "Regardless of what Jeff said, I couldn't take it anymore…so…I came back to him…"

"That's sweet of you, babe." Randy sounded a little cheerier, but then there was a serious silence, "You know…if you really want to go back to him…you can. I won't hold you back."

I thought for a second…Hard, "N-No…I'm fine…You're right, John will have to get over it."

"Are you sure?" Randy questioned with concern, "Really—I'll be alright if you want to go back to him." "No, Randy, I'm fine." I lied. I did want to leave Randy for John again, but I'd feel bad doing so. Because, Randy said he'd treat me much better. You know, if Randy hadn't gone all abusive or whatever, we still would've been together; honestly!

"Alright, baby. Hey…um…I don't know if you'd really want to…but…I made reservations at this really fancy hotel and I wanted to know if you'd like to come…?" Randy asked me nervously. "Sounds like fun. Is it within the state?" I asked him. "Oh, it's in Maryland." Randy replied. "Oh, that's not too far. Maybe a five hour ride at the most." I stated matter-of-factly.

"There's a little thing you should know that I think you'd like." Randy sounded eager to tell me. "What's that?" I asked him. "Nobody else is staying at the hotel. It's a little weird, but nobody else at all." Randy blurted out. "Oh my god, a whole hotel to ourselves?" I double checked with him. "That's pretty awesome, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is!" I smiled to myself, "When should we leave?" "Okay, how about this: you can sleepover my house tonight. Then, we can leave in the morning." Randy proposed an idea. "That sounds awesome." I simply replied. "Get your stuff together and I'll come pick you up. Oh, and bring something sexy for later tonight, okay baby?" Randy sounded mischievous as a blush crossed my face. "O-Okay, I will." I replied shyly.

We both hung up, I quickly packed my belongings that I would need for the trip (and some red & black lingerie), and then waited outside in the dripping rain with a cute black laced umbrella. Finally, Randy pulled up and I put my umbrella away, then sat down inside his car.

"Hey, baby." Randy kissed me lovingly on the lips. "Hey…" I murmured quietly. "You're still really upset…" Randy hugged me really quick. "Yeah…I hope I'm not like this in a couple days…" I muttered. "Aw, you'll be fine." He started the car and we drove to his house in a matter of minutes.

We got out and put my things in his room. Randy invited me to sit on his bed with him, so I did. He said he wanted to talk.

"You're really okay about staying with me? I can understand if you're scared—you know, from last time…I don't want to traumatize you…" Randy looked at me with sad and worrying eyes. "Randy, I told you, I want to be with you." I smiled at him. "You're not lying…?" he asked me curiously.

I pushed him down on the bed and lay on top of him. I placed my lips nervously to his, but then more willingly. Our tongues met playfully as he wrapped his arms around my waist. We rolled over and he was now on top of me; further deepening the kiss.

We pulled our lips away from each other and then I smiled, "Does that answer your question?" "Y-Yeah…" Randy was a bright red, "I just find it a little shocking that you'd stay with me…" "Why wouldn't I?" I frowned. "It's just that…I thought you were madly in love with Cena…" said Randy. "That's what I thought, too." I whispered. "But Cena is an over-confident jackass and you're a perfect angel. I'm not sure what you saw in him…" Randy played with my hair. "Yeah, me neither. I'm so glad I have you…" I kissed Randy quickly.

Come, break me down…Bury me, bury me!

"Hold on…" I searched my pocket and got my cell phone, "Hello?"

"Dameon…?"

"Oh…hi, John…" I murmured. "I'm sorry, are you busy?" asked John quietly. "Not really…I'm at Randy's house. Did you need something?" I replied. "Who is it?" asked Randy. I mouthed the word, John. "Ugh…" Randy rolled his eyes, "Put it on speaker phone."

I pressed the button that said: spkr phn. Then, I waited for John to answer. "I—I just miss you, that's all…" he whispered. "Oh, um…I'm sorry…" I replied. "I really wish you'd come back to me, babe." John's voice became more longing. I didn't say anything—from shock, of course. I glanced over at Randy, only to see anger growing in his expression. "I'm all by myself…You're never there when I want to…"

Randy snatched the phone away from me, "Don't call my girlfriend, you pervert!" "What?!" John yelled. "Call her one more time and I'll call the police, you jackass!" Randy hung up. "Why did you…?" I asked him quietly. "I couldn't listen anymore. You're mine, babe. I'm not letting John interfere this time." Randy hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek. I felt tears begin to drip down my cheeks, "I miss him so much!"

Randy continued to hold me, "I know, baby. I know…"