Disappearance
I was silent at the dinner table that night. As much as I tried to avoid thinking about what I saw, it continued to play in my mind. I glanced at Mark giving him a slight smile every now and then so he wouldn't think something was on my mind. Unfortunately…I forgot just who in the hell I was dealing with.
"There was nothing important in that bag Carmen." He said suddenly.
I looked at him as if I didn't know what he was referring to. "What bag?"
He chuckled, "I know you saw me out in the backyard honey. It's alright, you don't have to pretend like nothing is wrong with what you saw. I'd be worried too if I saw you doing the same thing."
I sighed, "I'm sorry Mark, I should have known you weren't doing anything bad. I've just been feeling so strange lately."
"How so?"
I looked down at my plate and a tear fell from my eye, "Well for one, I still feel bad about being with you after those guys made me do things that I would have only done for you. I must really disgust you…."
He looked at me with a silent rage in his eye before reaching out and taking my hand into his. "Carmen, you could never disgust me. Don't you know that the love I feel for you burns way past any soul in my life right now?"
I wiped a tear from my cheek and then pulled my hand away from him. "I'm sorry…I need to be alone."
I got up from the table and headed upstairs in tears. All of the things my uncle did to me were still affecting me though Mark was back in my life…and it hurt like hell knowing that someone else had defiled my body after he had taken the liberty of claiming it as his own. I mean…who would want a woman like me now?
When I made it to the bedroom, I sat down on the side f the bed and sobbed for awhile. I knew it hurt Mark so much to see me hurt like this but at this point I felt like there wasn't anything he could do for me.
The Following Day
Mark had left to go make his surprise return to the WWF. I was home cleaning up the house to keep myself occupied.
When I went to clean the living room, I shut on the TV so I could have something to listen to while I cleaned up. I was flipping through the channels when something in my mind told me to turn on channel 7 news. As soon as I did, there was a news broadcasting that quickly caught my attention.
"In other news, big WWF superstar JBL is said to be currently missing. He was last seen going into his private estate alone but was never reported coming out of the house. His friends, The Big Show, Paul Heyman, and Vince McMahon himself are diligently working together to help find Mr. Layfeild."
I wasn't sure why, but I felt a slight pain in my belly after hearing that broadcast. I placed my hands on my belly and rubbed it as the pain began to grow. I fell to my knees and groaned in pain, squeezing my eyes closed and gritting my teeth. I then had a vision…a very scary one of Mark creeping up to JBL's mansion in the pouring rain. He was wearing a long black trench coat with a black cowboy hat on his head and black boots on his feet. In his right hand held a long axe and in the left hand was a black garbage bag. His eyes wore a cold look of fury that I had never seen in him before. It was almost like he wasn't the Mark I knew before our attack…
The vision then changed and I was following him down a long hallway that headed to JBL's master bedroom. I watched as Mark slowly opened the door and walked up on his sleeping form. Mark smiled devilishly sending chills of horror down my spine. He then put down the axe and grasped the garbage bag in both hands. I wasn't too sure what was about to happen until I saw Mark get on top of JBL and began smothering him with the bag. JBL fought as hard as he could to get free but Mark was just too strong. I backed away from the horrible scene just as JBL took his last breath.
My back hit the wall just as Mark got up and then drug JBL's lifeless form onto the floor. He then lifted the axe above his head and looked down on the corpse that lay before him.
"Thought you could toy with my beautiful woman…thanks to you…she's scarred for life…and now you will pay…"
I gasped and yelled out his name before he swung the axe down, chopping off JBL's head. I screamed at the top of my lungs and was suddenly pulled from the vision. I opened my eyes finding myself still sitting in the living room. I got up from the floor and then went around and sat on the couch. I wasn't sure why I had seen such a terrible scene like that. Mark wasn't like that at all…was he?
I sat back on the couch with my hands rested on my belly. I wasn't too sure what was going on, but something told me that things were only going to get worse from here on out. Question was…am I prepared for it? Will my baby be in danger? I looked down at my belly with continued to get bigger almost every day.
"I sure hope your father isn't doing something stupid…I sure would hate to lose him again." I said.
My baby suddenly kicked my hand in response, bringing a smile to my face. I knew she would be a unique baby from that point on and I was excited that I would get to be her mom. I just hoped that her father wasn't really the reason behind JBL's disappearance. That would break my heart completely…
