Chapter 7 – I Don't Know
Vanessa was frozen to her spot on the titled kitchen floor. Her mouth opened and closed several times. "R-R-Roman…I um…" She really couldn't get anything out. Her baby brother's stormy grey eyes were locked onto hers and she could feel every bone and muscle quake in her body. She could just feel a superman punch and a spear coming from him.
"Roman, before you even say one word, you walk outside and calm down first. Then if you want to ask questions it's Vanessa's choice to answer them." Patricia stated as she looked at her youngest standing in her kitchen with his fists balled up at his sides. She watched as his eyes danced between the two of them before he let out a loud growl and walked out the sliding glass door the back yard.
Vanessa grabbed her cell phone and dialed Lizette's number. "Damn it she must still be sleeping from her chemo yesterday. I need to warn her before he goes tearing over there. I don't want her to be un-prepared."
Patricia nodded as she continued to finish doing lunch for everyone. "He's going to get a handle on that temper before he tears into either you or Lizzy." She heard the slider slide open and slam shut. "Uh, no mister, you walked back out there and calm down some more before you think about walking into my house with that attitude. And don't look at me like that you are NOT too old for me to bust your ass for you."
Another growl zipped through the kitchen as the slider slid open and shut again.
Vanessa cracked a smile. "Mom…" She couldn't even finish her thought before she started laughing.
"He's not going to let that Samoan temper control him. I refuse to allow it. He got it from your guy's father and he needs to learn to control it better. And he will learn it today even if I have to beat it into him." Patricia vowed as she swung around the knife in the air.
"Easy ma. You want to curb his temper not carve it out of him." Vanessa teased.
"Is there some reason my youngest is mumbling curse words as he circles the pool?" Sika asked as he walked into the kitchen. He leaned down and kissed Vanessa's forehead before he leaned down and kissed his wife's cheek as she handed him a plated with a huge roast beef sandwich and chips. "Thank you dear."
"Yes, your son…"
"Oh this is going to be good. Anytime one of the kids were in trouble is was always 'your son' or 'your daughter'. What did the little beast do now?" Sika asked with a chuckle.
"Your demon-spawn over heard Nessa and I speaking about Lizzy and he overheard the cancer subject and was just about to explode in my house and get brain matter, blood and guts all over my clean kitchen. So I asked him to step outside and calm down. He did and when he came back in his was huffed and slammed the slider open and closed so I made him go back out again until he was really calm." Patricia explained.
"Then mom threatened him with an ass whoopin." Vanessa giggled as she sat at the dining room table across from her father. She spared a look towards the pool and could see Roman's lips moving as he muttered and talked to himself. "If he doesn't calm down that big Samoan head of his is going to explode and then he won't have to worry about making up with Lizzy."
All eyes were on the sliding glass door as it slid open gently and Roman stepped through and slid it just as gently closed. His grey eyes looked noticeably calmer as he watched his mom walk over and set a plate of food at the table next to his sister. She nodded to him as she pointed to it before walking back to the kitchen. Roman walked over and sat down but kept himself away from the table. He was physically sick to his stomach and if he ate anything right now he'd end up puking it up and he didn't feel like cleaning up his own vomit.
Roman's grey eyes looked at his older sister. "Vanessa, what the hell is going on?" He asked in a low rough voice.
Vanessa cleared her throat. "Roman it wasn't kept from you to hurt you or piss you off. It was kept from you because you threw her out of your life without no warning and no preamble. You made that decision that you didn't want her. So she's not telling you anything about her life because she figures if you still wanted her then she'd be here with you and you'd know what has been going on in her life since you chucked her out."
She reached over and touched his forearm. "I love you baby brother, but sometimes you do stupid things and doing stupid things means learning to deal with the consequences. This also means I'm not telling you anything if you want to know what's going on so badly then you go talk to Lizette."
"And that doesn't mean go over to her apartment and run her over with your Samoan temper; me threatening to take you over my knee earlier will become a BIG reality if you so much as raise your voice one decibel. And don't think for one second I won't. That girl has been through enough; what with your temper tantrum at the hospital the day of your surgery and everything else that happened to her afterwards." Patricia informed her youngest.
"Yes ma'am." Roman wouldn't dare cross his mother. He might have been bigger than his mother but she could put the fear of God into anyone. "I'm going to head over; save the sandwich ma, I'll come by tomorrow or something and eat it." He stood and leaned down kissing the top of his mother's head. "Love you too Nessa." He moved to his sister's and then kissed to top of his father's head. "Later pop."
"Later son."
Roman walked out of the house he'd grown up in and got into his black Lincoln Navigator and headed towards Lizette's apartment. He just hoped she would talk to him.
Giggles filled the apartment.
Lizette looked at all the food on the glass coffee table as she leaned over and grabbed a tortilla chip before she scooped up a mountain of salsa and shoved it in her mouth.
Amora giggled as she laid on the floor with her legs on the couch. "My gosh this is the most I've seen you eat since the chemo started."
Paige laughed from her position sitting upside down in the chair. "That's the most I've seen her eat ever."
Lizette swallowed the chip in her mouth. "Whatever you asshats have seen me out eat both of you before the chemo." She stuck her tongue out at both girls before she stuffed another chip covered in salsa in her mouth again.
Lizette let out a soft sigh as she licked her lips. "God it feels great to eat actual food again. Mory, my bestie, you need to thank Baron properly for me and give him a nice free blow job and Paige, my love, find some hottie and have them pack an overnight bag and eat your pussy until you pass out."
"Ahhh! Listen to Lizzy over there! Give her some good pot brownies and food and she gets a nice foul mouth going on." Amora giggled out.
"Oh my God Lizzy!" Paige shrieked as she threw a handful of tortilla chips at her.
Lizzy scoffed slightly as she picked up a chip that landed on her knee and popped it in her mouth. "Don't mind if I do ladies."
The munchies came to a halt as someone knocked on Lizette's apartment door. Lizette laughed as she watched Paige flip over the chair and run for the front door. Her laughter came to an epic silence when she opened the door. "Umm, Lizzy it's for you."
Lizette stood from the couch as she walked over and peered around the door. Imagine her surprise to see Roman staring back at her. "Roman…I don't think right now is a good time." 'To see me high as a kite and pigging out.' She wanted to add but didn't.
Roman's eyebrows were dropped to the bridge of his nose so Lizette could tell something was up.
"I think we need to talk. I said I wasn't going to push you into talking but I overheard something at my parent's house and I think its time." Roman stated in a low baritone voice.
Lizette's eyes widened. "Umm…Come in." She took Paige's elbow as the girls stepped backwards to get out of the large Samoan's way so he could walk into the apartment.
Amora stood up as she watched Roman walk all the way into the apartment and into the living room. "Ro…" She nodded at him.
Roman nodded back. "Amora, can you and Paige give me and Lizette a few?"
Amora slipped her flip flops on as she grabbed her purse and keys. "C'mon Paige let's go catch the matinee at the theater we can have some more brownies and popcorn." Amora grabbed a hug as she winked at Liz letting her know she'd answer her phone if she needed them.
Paige nodded as she hugged Lizette. "Call us if you need us…or our brownies." She chuckled before she ducked out the door with Amora.
Lizette walked around Roman as she started picking up all the munchies on the coffee table.
"Having a party?" Roman asked as he helped her clean up.
"Something like that." She flipped her hair out of her eyes as she looked at Roman. "So what's up?"
Roman sighed softly; as much as he wanted to yell and let his temper take over he couldn't and wouldn't. His mom's threat echoed in the back of his head. "I heard Vanessa and my mom talking about you receiving chemotherapy. What is going on Lizzy?"
Lizette suddenly ran out of cleaning steam as she placed everything on the kitchen counter and walked back into the living room. She sighed softly as she sat down. She chewed her bottom lip. "Two weeks after your surgery. October rolled around and as you know it is breast cancer awareness month. All the Diva's and female employees we got together and went to have our mammograms done on the same day. Since the WWE is on of the Susan G Komen Breast Cancer Foundations biggest supporters we had to show fans and females all over the world how breast cancer awareness started with the woman ourselves."
Lizette swallowed hard. "About two weeks later I got the phone call that the mammogram found a lump directly behind my left nipple. I went and got a second opinion. But it was same result. At the beginning of November the Oncology department at Mercy did a biopsy and it came back cancerous. By the end of November I went in and had surgery, they made sure to take the entire lump and my left nipple as well. They wanted to make sure it didn't metastasized. They Prescribed 20 weeks of chemotherapy. I just finished week seven yesterday."
"The party is really just Amora, Paige and myself dealing with the munchies. Stephanie gave them permission to feed me pot brownies to help gain the weight back I lost. I'm pretty sure I just did that in one sitting." Lizette noticed Roman was overly quiet. He was a guy of very few words, unless he had something to say or had something pressing on his mind. "Talk to me Roman."
Roman's grey eyes went from the light grey carpeting to his ex-girlfriend. "Why didn't you at least try to tell me?"
Lizette scoffed. "Roman, have you ever tried to have a conversation with you after you've made up your stubborn mind and dug your damn heels in? You have got to be the most impossible person to talk to once you've made a decision that you think is best at the time. I called you every day the first two weeks after you tossed me out of your life. Then I resorted to calling you once a week and finally by December I gave up on you because you gave up on us."
Lizette could feel the tears building in her eyes as she attempted to force them not to fall. "You sat in that hospital room and threw the biggest – loudest fit. Do you know you were so loud that by the time I got to the arena that night for the PPV everyone on the roster knew we weren't together anymore? People sitting in the waiting rooms, at the nurse's station and in the Doctors lounge heard everything you said. Heard the way you spoke to me; the way you treated me."
"If you would've just picked up the damn phone once and responded to any of the phone calls, text messages, e-mails or even listened to any of the damn voicemails you would've known I needed to talk to you. But that damn Samoan stubborn assed side kept you from pulling your head out of your ass." Lizette growled as she hit Roman with a throw pillow from the couch.
Roman jumped slightly. She was definitely still his spitfire but she was also pissed off and hurt with him. "So why tell my entire family but not me?" He asked.
She sighed softly. "I was and still am close to your sisters, brother and parents. Vanessa has been kind enough to drive me to my chemotherapy appointments on Wednesday's."
"You didn't have food poisoning that day did you?" Roman asked, even though he was starting to put two and two together.
"In a way I did; just a nasty side effect of putting medical poison in your body to kill cancer cells. Roman you threw me out of your life; by the time I gave up on us, I figured if you TRULY wanted to be with me you would've been there. For three months Roman…three months there was no contact, no nothing. I got silence from you. I went to Stephanie and she didn't want me to just sit at home alone, so she cut my matches and put me with Wade when he got back because we were both heels." Lizette mumbled softly as she scooted back into the corner of her couch.
She could already feel the tears sliding down her cheeks as she watched Roman grab the box of tissues for her. She took a tissue as she wiped her cheeks. "Why did you do it Roman? Do you even understand how much I loved you? How much I missed you? How much I just needed to hear your voice?" She scoffed softly. "The one person I have wanted and needed by my side through this whole thing; threw me out of his life, without no explanation or reasoning. He just decided that he didn't need me the way I always needed him and forced me out."
Lizette inhaled shaky. "The minute you came back on the road, I swore I was going to ignore you for three months, the way you'd done it to me. I was going to push you right back; Vanessa thought it was a good idea since you did it to me. I just wanted you to feel even a fraction of the way I felt. I knew when you pushed me to leave the day after your surgery you didn't mean it. I could tell because your eyes they always give you away. You mouth was saying get out but your eyes…your eyes were begging me to stay."
"So why did you leave?" Roman questioned.
"Because you were so adamant about pushing me out of your life and I wasn't going to stay some place with someone who didn't want me."
Roman ran his hands over his face. "Where does that leave us right now?"
"I don't know."
