Chapter 10 - Damn Good Question

"So have you heard anything?" Holly asked hopeful.

Seth enjoyed Holly's friendship, but she wasn't a replacement for Genevieve. He shook his head. "No I don't think I will either."

Holly frowned as she looked on her laptop at Dean's schedule and promotions he was having to do for a couple of his old Indy promotions; on the sly of course. WWE would have a fit if they knew he was promoting new DVD's. But then again WWE didn't own his Indy name Jon Moxley; Dean did.

"You can't think that way Seth. You were practically a brother to her. She'll come around." Holly stated; trying to stay positive.

Seth shook his head as anger suddenly came over him. "Holly, it's been 6 months. If she hasn't contacted me now then she's never going to. At this point I don't even know what the fuck to say to her. She cut off everyone; hell she cut ME off. We've been friends since we were both signed together. How you can be friends with someone for so long and you let them into every aspect of your life and then just leave them on the back burner is beyond me. I don't understand it and I don't want to pretend that it's ok and even if she does come around; what the fuck am I supposed to say to her?"

He knew it wasn't Holly's fault that he was so mad about Gen just leaving him high and dry. He'd gone by her condo a few times and once he even ran into a cleaning lady who just stated she was hired by Mr. Austin to keep the place clean; she couldn't really offer any information to him. "I'm sorry Holly…I don't mean to be snappy."

"It's – It's okay." Holly nodded as she packed up her laptop and left the cafeteria and went back to find Dean. She missed Genevieve just as much as Seth. She knew the two tone haired man missed her more and add in the fact that he didn't even know what was going on with her; plus he still missed Sophie like crazy and it was just another degree of difficulty.

Seth growled as he stood from the table and threw his stuff in the garbage before he left to go hit the gym. He needed to work out and get his frustrations out.

Roman was sitting in the cafeteria eating and saw and heard the conversation between Seth and Holly. He felt like the biggest asshole in the world. He was just as worried about the whereabouts of Genevieve as everyone else that was friends with her, but for some reason couldn't bring himself to try calling her or finding her.

He was so close to being called up to the main roster, Gen was always in the back of his mind. She missed her night for her debut and was generally MIA. Roman knew Seth called her uncle and he'd flown in from Texas and found her in a bad way in her condo, but after that no one had heard anything else.

He had a hunch his father knew where she was, but he wouldn't ask; he refused to ask.

"So how are you feeling now since you've been coming to me for 6 months Genevieve?" Anna Blackburn asked softly as she looked over at Gen sitting on the couch with her knees in her chest. She watched as the auburn corkscrew curly haired woman looked up at her with guarded Jade eyes.

Gen smiled softly as she looked at the woman who pulled her out of the darkest place she'd ever been. It had been a tough road the last 6 months; long and tough. "It doesn't feel like it's been six months; I feel like I've known you my whole life. I don't see you as just a therapist anymore. I see you as my savior. I've been in some dark places before when I was 17 and I lost my parents but I wasn't so far gone that I couldn't continue with my life. Losing the baby was the worst thing I'd ever been through. I didn't know what to do or who to go to and I didn't know how to pull myself out of the dark place. But you showed me. You provided the light."

Anna chuckled softly as she shook her head. "I didn't provide the light, I just helped you get to it. Anything that you've done; you've done on your own."

Gen looked down at her wrists which were both covered her left in a watch and her right in a bracelet. They hid the scars very well. They honestly weren't that noticeable but Gen knew they were there; she felt like nothing could hide them and was grateful when Uncle Steve bought a watch for the left wrist and bracelet for her right wrist – it just seemed to cover them perfectly.

"What are you thinking about Genevieve?" Anna asked when she noticed her jade eyes dropped to her hands quite a few times.

"The night I met you; it was the same day I'd told Stephanie I would never get in the ring again. I was in such a terrible place and the only thing I can remember is when she left the house and I was locked away in my room and I don't even remember picking up the razor blade and cutting my wrists. I barely registered when Uncle Steve broke down the bedroom door and then the bathroom door as well. I kept thinking if this was what it was going to feel like for the rest of my life, then why would I even put forth the effort to stick around." Gen replayed everything in her mind.

Anna nodded. "Steve told me you've got another meeting with Stephanie later tonight. How do you feel about that?"

Gen shrugged her shoulder slowly. "I'm in a better place now than I was then. She's the one who called and asked me if she could come out. I have no objections to it. I met her when I was just 17 and I always get the big sister vibe from her. Her husband Hunter is such a loving guy. He really loves her and their kids so much; you can see it when he looks at all of them. The love pours from him to her and their daughters 24/7. I'm not sure why she's coming, but I won't know if I don't let her come."

Anna smiled. Gen was definitely in a good place in her life. Granted it had only been 6 months; she was actually making better progress than some of her patients who had been coming around the last ten years. "Now you know I'm going to be on a plane to New York tomorrow but if you need to talk to me later tonight or even tomorrow all you have to do is call. Otherwise we'll see each other for our next appointment."

Gen nodded in understanding as she stood from the couch along with Anna who wrapped her arm around Gen's shoulders and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"Gen I've been meaning to ask. Have you ever heard from the…" Anna stopped. "You know what it's a subject that can wait until our next appointment.

"You mean have I heard from Roman – the guy who got me pregnant?" Gen finished the question as she shook her head negative. "No, I didn't stay in contact with anyone from my wrestling life; even though I know I should've – I couldn't. I was too embarrassed by everything. I'm hopeful that one day I can talk to my friends and maybe even him to get closure on all of it, but I'm not even worrying about it right now."

"That's a good way to look at all of it. We'll discuss it further for your appointment on Friday." Anna stated and watched as Gen disappeared out of her office and down the hallway of the quiet medical building in downtown Houston.

Anna smiled softly.

She's a fighter; there's a definite fighter in there.

He swallowed hard as he scrolled through his contacts and found the number he was looking for. He'd stolen the number from his father's cell phone the last time he'd gone to Pensacola for a family dinner; if he was smart he wouldn't be calling her – he'd be having a Private Investigator do a search for the phone so he could go see her face to face.

For right now he was taking the coward's way.

His tongue came out and licked his suddenly dry lips as he tried to swallow and felt like he'd been eating handfuls of sand. His finger hovered over the green send button for a good 10 minutes before he finally allowed his finger to touch the button as he put the phone to his ear.

He really wasn't sure if he wanted her to pick up or if he wanted her voicemail.

Genevieve had just gotten back from her therapy session as she walked into her room and grabbed her bathing suit she was in desperate need of some laps in Uncle Steve's pool. He'd been keeping an eye on her for the last six months; clearly for good reason.

But she was doing better and even he couldn't deny that. She changed into her suit and started to walk by the dresser when her phone started vibrating. Her jade eyes widened at the name 'Roman' that flashed across the screen and her heart began to beat a tattoo inside of her chest as she picked it up and hit the answer button.

She put the phone to her ear as her breathing became labored and tears already started to fall from her eyes.

He could hear her breathing and sniffling – she was definitely crying and it was definitely his own fault. "Gen – Genevieve…Say something please." His deep baritone voice begged. "I'm…uh – I'm…"

She couldn't do it. She hung up and turned her phone off before tossing it on her bed and leaving the room. She needed those laps in the pool now more than ever. She'd found swimming was one activity that used all her muscles and kept her in shape. It was also the best way to get her thinking, especially since her Uncle Steve didn't have a treadmill and thought they were bullshit to jog and jog and not go anywhere.

Gen walked outside and dove into the pool as she immediately started doing the laps, back and forth from end to end. She needed anything to help clear her head; anything at all.

Roman sighed heavily as he looked at his cell phone and noticed she'd ended the call. He called back and it went directly to voicemail.

What did he really expect?

He should've known he would be the last person she would ever want to speak with. He should've gone and seen her. The baby was half his and he had been stubborn and stupid and this was God's way of paying him back for being such an asshole to her.

Roman would bet dollars to donuts she was with her uncle somewhere in Texas. But his pride was keeping him from going to see her.

He was such a coward.

Genevieve did laps for an hour. When her muscles started to burn she knew it was time to get out and get in a warm shower. Once she got out of the shower she could smell her Uncle Steve cooking steaks on the grill. She moussed her curls so they wouldn't get frizzy and then dressed in jean capris and a red t-shirt. She jogged down stairs as she started making broccoli and cheese for the bake potatoes that were in the oven and then also started putting together a spinach salad.

"How was therapy?" Steve asked as he walked in from the patio where his grill was set up. He stopped and kissed the top of her head.

"It was good. I didn't realize it's been six months. You know eventually you're going to get tired of me and want me to get out." Gen teased as she put shredded carrot straws in the huge salad bowl.

Steve chuckled. "Who me? Hell naw. You're my flesh and blood Genevieve. You're probably my only flesh and blood I can stand for more than 3 seconds. You are welcome to stay as long as you need too. You'll know when you're ready to leave darlin' but just remember just because you leave doesn't mean you can't come back to get away from it all." He leaned against the counter with his arms folded over his massive chest. "I know the last 6 months has been an uphill battle, but you've been doing great and I'm very proud of you."

The doorbell echoed through the Victoria Texas home. "That must be Stephanie and Hunter. I'll go let them in."

Steve chuckled as he watched her leave the kitchen. He knew who it was; plus Hunter and Stephanie weren't due for at least another 15 minutes.

Genevieve opened the door and a set of blue eyes with a set of inky black eyes were staring back at her. "Oh my gosh, Sika - Patty what are you guys doing here?" She threw her arms around Sika who lifted her off the ground and squeezed her tightly before relinquishing her to Patty who hugged her just as tight.

Sika chuckled. "Steve said you could use some cheering up."

"And we were due for a small vacation; so here we are." Patty stated.

Gen moved around and let them into the house. She couldn't believe Steve had gotten them to come to Texas; she didn't care how she got them there she was just generally happy to see them. They weren't replacements for her parents but they were a close second along with Uncle Steve. Everything felt good with them there.

Stephanie and Hunter showed up and everyone sat down for dinner. Stories and good conversation was exchanged back and forth between the 6 occupants at the dining room table.

After everyone had said good night for the evening, Steve showed Patty and Sika to a guest bedroom and left the den to Stephanie as he and Hunter sat on the front porch drinking a beer and making small talk.

"So why are you really here Steph?" Gen asked as she stared out the huge bay window; her arms folded over her chest.

Stephanie stood up and walked over to the window as she stood next to the woman she'd grown fond off the last few years. "I have a business proposition for you."

Gen frowned. "I'm not getting back in the ring. I already told you it's not an option for me."

Stephanie shook her head. "No I respect your wishes Genevieve." She sighed heavily. "I need a writer for the creative team. You'd be a full time employee and you'd be on the road five days a week Wednesday and Thursdays off just like everyone else who works for the company.

Gen's eyes widened as she turned and looked at Stephanie. "What; why me?"

"You've been trained by two of the best in the business. Who better to become a writer than an ex-wrestler?"

Damn good question…