Hello peeps! NO I DIDN'T DIE! :D Great right? ;P Anyways, here's another long awaited chapter.
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-Erika
"P-phil, wh-what are you doing?" I managed, withdrawing my foot and tucking it beneath me.
He looked sort of like a deer in the headlights. He straightened his back before he spoke. "I…I thought…" he trailed off.
"Spit it out Phillip," I snapped, not even really meaning to. The last thing I wanted to do was be angry, but I was beyond being really confused right now.
"Its nothing Nova. I was just goofing around," he said, looking at me finally.
Instantly, I knew he was lying. The second the words came out of his mouth I knew; he could've slapped me and it would've hurt less. Phil had a look about him when he lied. His eye twitched a couple of seconds after he spoke, and he unconsciously flexed his jaw…just as he was doing now.
I practically felt my eyes glaze over as my mind went into autopilot and watched him casually lean back and turn his attention back to the movie. I soon realized that my eyes had glazed over with tears in a literal sense.
"I'm going to bed," I mumbled, jumping up.
"Nova, I didn't mean to-" he started, already preparing to stand.
I stopped him, putting my face in one hand and signaling Phil to sit back down with the other. "I'll see you tomorrow," I said, almost sprinting down the hall and into my room. I leaned against the closed door, listening. There was a thud and what sounded like muffled growling.
I tiptoed from my room and peeked into the living room. It looked like Phil rolled off the couch and was laying in the floor, stomach down, smushing his face into a pillow and screaming into it.
I retreated back into my room, closing the door as quietly as humanely possible. I flopped down on my unmade bed, instantly regretting my action because of the pain that shot through my ribs. I groaned, turning over and looking at my clock. 4:47 pm. Damn it.
After that little incident, I threw myself into getting back into shape. I snuck past Phil in the wee hours of the morning to go running. Whenever I was finished with that, I'd head over to the gym. Now I'm not saying that I didn't nearly sweat my ass off and die when I tried the tredmill, but when one of the trainers tried to make me do crunches, I almost killed her. Needless to say, Sandy at Gold's Gym no longer has a picture perfect face.
The entire ordeal ended up being painfully awkward for the next four days. It was like playing a horrible game of "who-can-avoid-each-other-longest". Poor Colt was stuck in the middle. Anyone with half a brain could feel the tension that was in the house. The only times that Phil talked to me was when he needed to make written updates on my injuries to give to the medics at the company.
One night, Kofi called to see how I was doing.
"Heya Squirt, how ya feeling?" he asked, sounding ridiculously perky for someone who was up at two in the morning on the other side of the world.
I sighed. "Physically? A helluva lot better than before. Mentally? Lets just say not all my ducks are quacking on the same level these days."
"What's got your feathers ruffled then?" he asked, his tone an amused one.
I looked around the living room, deciding that it wasn't a good idea to have this conversation in front of Colt, who was currently on the floor killing endless amounts of zombies on the X-Box.
"Hold on," I told Kofi, jogging down the hall to my room, shutting the door. I layed on my bed, my head hanging upside-down off the bed before I explained what was going on. I told him everything from the flowers to the screaming into the cushion, being sure to include all the weird vibes going around. The man on the other line was completely silent for a moment before he spoke.
"Do you remember that time we were in the dressing room and you called me an as swipe?" he asked.
"Which time?" I laughed.
"Oh hardy-har."
"I don't think Matt and Jeff would appreciate your talking about them like that."
Kofi sighed. "Tell me you remember. You even got all flustered when Phil walked in because you didn't want him knowing our conversation."
"Hm," I pondered, trying to remember.
"What I wanna know," Kofi said after he laughed at my expression. "Is what's so interesting in that wall."
"Oh shut up," I said, blushing and throwing a towel at his head.
"No need to get violent!"
"Go take a shower so we can go."
He was quiet and he stared at me for a second. "He really likes you ya know."
"Oh whatever, st-what did you just say?" I demanded.
He grinned. "Oh, nothing." He ran into the bathroom and locked the door before I could respond.
I growled, highly irritated. "ASSWIPE!" I yelled. I heard him laughing as the water turned on.
"Who's an asswipe?" Phil asked, walking into the room.
"Kofi."
He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
I almost panicked. "That's between me and him."
"LIAR!" we both heard from the bathroom.
"Shut up!" I yelled back at him.
"OH YEAH! You never told me what you meant by that," I grumbled.
"Phil is practically in love with you Nova," Kofi said quietly.
My thought train sputtered, stopped, and crashed. Was I hearing things? This has to be some sick joke.
"I'm not joking Nova. I wouldn't joke about something like this," Kofi said on the other line.
"How did…"
"You spoke out loud girlie."
I shook my head, almost like I was shaking the thought off. "I'll call you later man. I'm not sure if I can handle all this right now."
My door opened to Phil walking in, raising an eyebrow at my position. I ignored him, listening to Kofi.
"Alright then. Call me if you need me. Love ya lil sis," he said.
"Love you too," I replied, hanging up.
I looked over at Phil, who was sitting at the desk, frowning at me. "Who do you love?" he asked.
I sat up, grinning inwardly. "Does it matter?" I retorted with a straight face.
His eyes narrowed. "I swear to god if its Orton, I'm beating his ass as soon as we get back on the tour."
Rolling my eyes, I replied. "Its not him."
"Then who was it?"
"Why do you care so much?"
"Because you're my responsibility."
"I'm a big girl you know. I didn't even need to come here technically," I said, glaring at his smug face now.
"Oh clearly," he said gesturing to the side of my torso that was only slightly bruised now. "Because you can obviously handle yourself."
"You know what Phillip?" I shouted, getting to my feet. "FUCK YOU! Just because you helped me when I was hurt, doesn't give you the right to act like my father and throw it in my face you egotistical jackass!"
At this point, both of us had stood up and were in each other's faces.
"Nova, sit down and think about what you're saying," he said in a strained voice. His eyes were like stone as he watched me begin to move around the room."
"No! I will be out of your precious hair before dawn, so just go away." I said, fuming now.
I picked up my cell phone and called Vince McMahon, more than happy to go to work at the moment.
"Hello?"
"Mr. McMahon? It's Nova here. I'm ready to go back to work," I said pulling my small suitcase out from under the bed and throwing it open.
"Nova? But you still have a week left of recovery," the bossman replied, sounding concerned.
I saw Colt in the hallway from the corner of my eye and he stopped to talk to Phil who was clearly pissed.
"I've been working extra hard to recoup and I'm actually in pretty good shape, sir," I argued, throwing my clothes from one drawer into the case. I gathered my toiletries from the bathroom quickly and stuffed them into the front pocket of the bag.
"What does Phil think about this?" he asked after a moment.
I almost scoffed. "No offense sir, but Phil doesn't exactly have control over me. He isn't my father."
I heard Vince sigh. "As long as you feel you're ready, we'd be glad to have you back."
"Thank you sir."
"Now," he went on. I could hear rapid typing of a keyboard in the background. "Since your roster is currently overseas, I could get you a flight into Arizona since they're going to fly in the day after tomorrow so you could meet up with them. I could get you a flight out tonight at 11:30 if it's convenient for you. Will that be enough time?"
"Couldn't be soon enough sir," I nearly growled, pulling on my Converses. I put my hair in a sloppy ponytail while I was getting ready.
"Good, good," he said. "Do you know if Phil will be staying the time remained, or coming with you?"
"You're going to have to ask him about that yourself sir. He's his own man anyways," I said, picking up my suitcase and purposefully ramming my shoulder into the chests of the two dunderheads blocking my way from the door.
"That's fine," Vince said after relaying my flight information. "See you soon Nova."
"Goodbye sir," I said, walking down the hall.
"Where are you going?" I heard Phil ask behind me.
"Arizona," I snarled back at him.
"Vince is letting her go back?" Colt asked, sounding like he wasn't believing his own words.
"Yep, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it Phillip," I said, storming out the door, slamming it behind me.
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