Badass Boyfriend

9

"Come on Kat, it's just a little further." My mom told me as she helped me walk on my crutches two days later. I was having a pretty difficult time with them and she wasn't exactly doing much to help me out. She would go to one end of the hallway and then stand there with her hands on her hips. Then she would yell at me like she was doing now.

"Mom, I don't think I can go much further," I said as I stopped and leaned against the wall. I had used up all of my strength already since she had me walking from my room, to the bathroom, to the kitchen, out to the backyard and now to the living room.

She sighed and flipped her hair over her shoulder, "Sweetie you've been doing so good all day, now come on and finish up."

I sighed heavily and attempted to make my way down the hall but my arms were so soar that I stopped and fell onto my side. She shook her head and walked up to me, "Katrina you are wa stronger than you make yourself out to be. What's going on with you today?"

"Mom I haven't used crutches before two days ago. How in the world do you expect me to walk around the entire house and not get tired."

She was about to answer me but Mark cut in from the front door. "That was my next question."

My mom looked over her shoulder as Mark came down the hall. "Hey honey,"

"Hey," he said. "Why is she on the ground Allison? And why does she look pale?"

She sighed, "I've been helping her walk around the house with her crutches like the doctor said."

"Oh really?" he said as he reached for my hands. "Well it looks like you're working her to death to me,"

"She is." I said as I placed my hands in his and let him pull me to my feet.

He then scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the living room. "Oh Mark, she's fine. The girl has been a cheerleader her whole life and now you're telling me she can't walk on some crutches?"

"Allison she hasn't eaten this morning and on top of that you're supposed to be right next to her until she's capable of doing it by herself," Mark said as he sat me in the arm chair and then propped my legs up on the foot rest. My mom watched while he took a pillow from the couch and placed it under my broken leg to elevate it more.

"You good?" he asked me.

I nodded and took a deep breath. "Thanks."

He nodded and turned on the TV before handing me the cable remote. My mom rolled her eyes at him as he motioned for her to come with him into the kitchen. I shook my head and began changing the channel until I found something worth watching. A few moments later my cell phone started vibrating in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out, knowing it was Amber calling to check on me.

"Girl how are you doing?" she asked when I answered.

I sighed, "Oh I'm alright, just trying to adjust to my temporary home for now."

"Awe that sounds like fun," she said. "Did they ever figure out who did this to you?"

"Not that I know of, honestly I'm not too sure if I even care about it anymore." I said as I picked up the remote.

"Why not Kat? I mean someone tried to kill you that would scare me to this day."

I chuckled, "Yeah but let's be honest, if I spend my entire life being afraid of people I can't fully live my life to the fullest."

"Damn girl you're strong for that." She said. "Anyways I was calling because I was wondering how long it will be until you come back. I'm thinking about moving into my own apartment and possibly throwing a costume party."

I gasped, "I love costume parties!"

"I know and I figured this would be a good way to celebrate you coming back." She said.

I sighed and glanced at my mom who had just walked into the room. She was bringing me a plate of French toast and eggs with cheese, my favorite breakfast, "Well I guess I better work on getting this leg healed. You know I can't dance without my good leg."

She giggled, "Sure can't well I'll keep you updated on it alright?"

"Ok girlie, later." I said before we hung up.

"Who was that?" my mom asked.

"Amber, she was just calling to check on me." I explained as Mark came into the room.

My mom smiled, "She's a sweet girl."

"Yeah, she's thinking about moving off campus and getting her own apartment and she's planning me a costume party for when I come home."

Mark raised his eyebrow, "A costume party? Sounds like fun."

I nodded, "Yep, they're my favorite parties to attend."

My mom laughed, "Maybe we should have one here since you'll be here for Halloween."

"Yeah maybe." I said not really liking the idea of having a costume party with my mother and her boy toy.

"What time do we need to be in court today?" Mark asked her.

"3 o'clock. Do you think Vince will show up?" my mom asked.

Mark sighed, "Well if he doesn't it only makes things easy for me."

I finished chewing my food and then remembered something they told me in the hospital. "Um...who was murdered at your job? You guys never told me."

My mom glanced at Mark and then sighed, "Vince's son, Shane McMahon."

I gasped and dropped my fork, "Oh my gosh…"

"Yeah, they found him in his office laying face down. He was strangled…" my mom said before taking a bite of her food.

I sighed and gave the situation some thought. Mark glared at me as if he was waiting on me to say something smart, and I didn't disappoint him.

"Interesting…" I said before finishing off my food.

My mom cleared her throat, "What's interesting?"

I shrugged, "Oh I don't know, you don't find it weird that his boss's son gets murdered during this trial?"

"Katrina don't start," Mark snapped. "I already told you, I'm innocent."

"Until proven guilty," I said.

He dropped his fork on his plate and leaned forward in his seat, "I thought we were past this?"

I sighed, "I said that I was only happy because my mom is…but that doesn't mean I trust you like she does."

My mom sighed, "Kat would you knock it off already? Mark is innocent and we're tired of repeating that to you."

"Well get ready to keep repeating it because as far as I'm concerned all the evidence points to him which makes him very guilty in my mind," I said.

"And when did you become my lawyer?" he asked me.

I glared at the TV, "I don't have to be a lawyer to see that you are clearly a dangerous man…or did you forget to tell my mom what you did to me in my room at my apartment?"

His face became cold as my mom turned around and glared at him, "No he failed to tell me that…"

Mark glanced at me and then back at her, "I grabbed her by her throat and basically told her that I wasn't taking any shit from her…that was all."

My mom sighed and then slapped him in the face. "How dare you put your hands on her! No wonder she's so hell bent on making you look guilty!"

I raised my eyebrow, "I don't have to make him look guilty mom…he just is."

He glared at us both before getting up and leaving the house. I shook my head, not believing that he actually threw a hissy fit for getting a little slap from my mom. In the back of my mind I had won this round which meant he would be coming at me much harder next time. Only thing I needed to figure out was how he was going to do it…and when.