Two updates in one week, truly an accomplishment for me! This chapter skips to the day of Kristian's doctor appointment. I don't own anything but Kristian, Tom and Dylan.
"Jane Carter"
I gridded my teeth together as another patient other than me were called. John who sat beside me places a calm hand on my shoulder. I glanced at him; I wasn't in the mood for his kindness or anybody kindness at that matter. Let me back up so you can understand why I'm in such a mood right now.
My morning wasn't one of those perfect mornings you see on TV. I didn't wake up with a huge grin on my face. I actually woke up with a frown, and a pained expression. I've woken up with one of the worst head pains I had in my life, far more deadly than the time I woke up in the hospital. I tried to get out of the bed instead my foot got caught in the sheets and I feel face first on the ground. John tried to help but I just pushed his helping hand aside and went to the shower. Guess what, the shower water was cold, just what I needed. But my bad luck didn't stop there, after the shower John though it would be reasonable to eat at McDonalds since we're going out to the doctor I had no choice but to agree. But even at the restaurant I couldn't seem to get a rest of bad luck, the service was to fucking slow, plus they got my order wrong. To make it worse we just had to sit next to a baby eating oatmeal. When that oatmeal flew across the booth and landed on my face, hair, and shirt I just about had it. The woman with the baby apologized over and over again but I snapped, cursed her out, and called her insult in the World's Book of Insults and the Kristian Isabella Copeland's Book of Insults. Luckily before I could or even would slap the shit out of her John threw me over his shoulder and went to the bathroom to clean me off. Even in the bathroom I was still cursing and insulting not only the lady but just anything that came to mind. After I was cleaned John threw my back over his shoulder and took me to the car. Leaving me there as he went back inside to apologize to the lady. I saw her look out of the window and stare into the car at me. I smiled and stuck up my middle finger at her. It was the best I could do since I was only in a car. When John got back to the car he drove us to the doctors, John went to sign me in while I took a seat on the far end chair. I was a little relived when I saw that there was nobody else in the waiting room. But it turned out the more the people rolled in the longer it took for my named to even get called and that was only an hour ago.
My phone ringing brought me out of my thoughts; uncrossing my arms I fished through my pockets until my hand grabbed my phone. I looked at the screen and saw I had a text from Randy. I unlocked it, tapped the message app and stared at the screen as I read the simple message over and over again.
Hey Kris
My eye twitched, it's nothing Randy's done wrong. I actually don't know why my eye is twitching at the text.
The hell ya want?
I laid my phone in my lap and watched as yet another patient was called to the see the doctor. My hands balled into a fist.
Well you don't sound happy.
I sighed, and shook my head, tapping on the screen of the phone fast, before sitting it back on my lap.
You don't say?
John returned his hand on my shoulder when he saw that my fist balled again, as the nurse called another name that isn't mine. I was about to push Johns hand off when my phone dinged again.
I really love your sarcasm. What's wrong with you anyway?
I rolled my eyes as I typed out the in few details the reasons why I was in a foul mood.
Bad morning, now I'm stuck in a waiting room. To make it worse I was the FIRST one here and my name is refused to be called!
Probably know you're a pro wrestler. Is anybody being called in the condition or around the same condition you're in?
Well if it's for that reason I hope they know I'm friends with the big bad Viper, and nope everyone seems normal. The women patients keep staring at John though.
A Smirk played across my face as I read Randy's text.
Haha well you're not a force to be reckoned with either. I think that's one of the reasons they're not calling you, you're not normal! And answer this question: are you Jealous about those women staring at John?
You're right I'm far from normal, you are too. Everybody that I know isn't normal. I would be lying of I said I wasn't jealous.
I knew it! Dahaaww, little Kristian has a high school girl crush on Cena. How cute.
At the same time I got the text a nurse in a blue uniform opened the door leading to the rooms walked out with a file in her hand.
"Kristian Copeland."
Hey shut it! Look I've just be called in. I'll call you later.
Alright, tell me the results later.
I smirked, as I pocketed my phone. I'm graceful Randy texted me at the right time, my mood has been lightened. And I wasn't paying attention to how many people went into the room before me. John grabbed my crutches from the floor and handed them to me. I sighed and took them from his as we made or way to the door and followed the nurse to a room in the far back.
"The doctor will be right with you."
I nodded my head, but doubted the doctor will be here as soon as they say. So to keep myself occupied I started to fiddle with the loose threads at the bottom of Johns shorts. He stopped my hand and held it in his own, causing me to look up and stare at him in question.
"So you're happy now?" he asked with a small smile, I smiled back and nodded, using my other hand to fiddle with the threads again.
"Yeah, texting Randy helped." I said staring at my hand as my fingers twirled the loose threads. That was when I realized how close my hand was to his junk. I quickly moved my hand away from his leg completely and stared at the floor. I felt the heat rushing to my face, at the thought of having my hand right there. Why didn't John say anything about it? The door opened and the doctor walked in with a two files. He turned his head and smiled when he saw John and me. But it faded when he realized my face was red.
"Ms. Copeland are you feeling well?" he asked, I looked up from the floor with wide eyes. I tried to compose myself before I spoke or tired to speak to the doctor.
"Yeah I'm feeling fine, I uh...um..." my face reddened when I thought about the events that just passed. "Uh...I'm feeling fine."
The doctor stared at me before nodding his head and moving to the counter to set the files on it. I watched him quietly as he flipped through the files and pulled out one sheet of paper. He turned back around with a smile and patted the examining table. I took the crutches from the side of me and made my way to the table. I sat them on the side and hopped on the table. The doctor took my leg into his arm, examining it with the bandages on, taking notes on the side. Then he put the pen down and begun to take of the protective wear around my leg. I hissed as my lower leg slowly became reviled, it didn't look as bad as it did at the hospital, the swelling had gone down and it returned to its normal color. He took notes on that too. He then gently set my leg down and stood to get a look at my head. He nodded his head, and took notes on that. After he was finished examining me he moved away completely and went back to the counter. A took a few minutes for him to turn back around with a bright smile on my face. Almost like the smile Scott wore last week in the parking lot of both Wal-Mart and the restaurant we went to. It's kind of scary now that I think about it.
"Alright, it looks like your head should heal in about a week or so and I say give your leg another week of these crutches before you can put pressure back on it." his smile grew even creepier, and by now my heart was pounding. I don't know if I should feel more relieved or more creeped out by his smile. I nodded slowly and watched his every move as he turned around to grab something. I readied myself for defense, so I wouldn't be caught off guard if he tried anything funny. When he turned back around with a paper and a pen I felt fondly confused.
"Can you sign this, my little girl is a huge fan of yours." he asked, I looked at the pen and paper and back at him before slowly taking them from him and scribbled Catalyst with a broken heart on it. His smile seemed to have grown bigger, after he taken the pen and paper away from me.
"Are you going to cover her legs back up?" John asked from the chair in the corner.
"Nope, it just needs to breath."
I took the Crutches from the side I placed them on ad hopped down from the table. I went towards the door and waited for John to open it so I could step out.
"Alright Dr. McCreepyman Thanks for the great information, but uuum I have some where to beeee...away from you see ya!" I quickly, well tried to be quick about it, walked out of the doctor's office and to the car. It was a while before John came out of the doctor's office, so I proceeded to call my mom.
"Yeah ma, uh I'll call you later...what no its ju-...Ma no I told you ear-...Ma would you let me hang up I'll be fine I swear...If you didn't want me in the sport you should have stopped me, maybe you should have stopped Adam too...Sorry...Ma look it was an accident, accidents happen now I have to go...I love you too...Alright I'll tell him...bye." I sighed in frustration as I stuffed my phone back into my pocket. John opened the car door and let me get in, taking the crutches out of my hands and putting them in the back. I reached over and closed the door.
The car ride was pretty silent, I stared out the window, watching the people and making funny faces at people who saw me staring at them. Yeah once again my behavior isn't perfect for a 28 year old but hey, I'm only trying to live life! And if you ask me I believe that I act a lot better than most people my age. I perked up in the seat a bit when I saw that we drove past Wal-Mart. I stared at John long enough; I think he could have melted under my stare. When the car came to a stop at a red light he turned to look at me with a smile.
"No," he said, I pouted and hung my head low. So much for going to Wal-Mart today, I folded my arms across my chest and looked outside of the window as the car started to move again. After a few more stop lights, neared the security of my driveway, I smiled when I saw that Tom's car was outside. I know what I'm going to do when I get in the house.
"Knock knock mother fuckers!" I yelled banging on Dylan's door with my right crutch; I took a step back to stand next to Cena who had a small smirk on his face. I raise an eyebrow at him and he only chuckled.
"Such a potty mouth today huh?" he asked as the door opened, we were greeted by a half naked Tom who was yawning. Musts just woken him from a nap...or disrupted him and Dylan for doing the deed. I smiled at Tom as he stepped a side and let us into the house. I took a seat on the couch as he disappeared down the hall into his bedroom.
"Aren't I always a potty mouth? I think my gimmick has slipped into my personal life." I smiled; I don't mind my gimmick going over to my personal life at all. In fact I think it's pretty cool, I get to be bad-ass and loud mouthed all the time, and when ever someone see me they would stop and say 'watch out we got a bad ass on the loose.' Gosh my life would be so muc-
"Hey Kristian, John what brings you hear?" Dylan's voice broke brought my skull making me whip my head around to see him standing by the arm of the couch, noticing that my face was mere inches from his crotch. My eyes widened as I scooted over a bit, looked down and bit on my lip. I for the second time today felt my face get hot, and I could've sworn I heard John laugh inwardly. Dylan asked the same question over and over again but I didn't answer, I was trying my best to focus on my favorite blue beanbag, trying my best to rid the image and memory of two close encounters today.
"We just came from the doctors." John spoke up from beside me, I looked up and stared at him, he stared back but the look in his eyes said enough to make me blush all over again. I looked at the ground again trying to
"Where did Tom go?" I asked, still looking at the floor, I heard John chuckle again.
"In the room watching TV," Dylan replied sitting next to me on the couch, I quickly got up, took my crutches and stalked my way to Dylan's room in search of Tom. Thankfully Dylan was right and Tom was watching TV, I walked into the room and sat on the chair that was close to the bed. Tom notices my presence, turned down the TV and smile at me. I smiled back, and relaxed into the chair. Hopefully in here I wouldn't have another encounter.
"Ah you know we never get any Canadian time." he said lifting his body and resting his back on the wall behind him, I chuckled and kicked my feet up on the night stand.
"Then let's make the most out of it." I said, resting my arms behind my head.
He nodded, and turned the TV back up just a little. We spent a few hours watching Recorded episodes of Raw, the ones when I'm actually in and a few episodes of Smackdown. Tom cheered every time I had a match, but I silently cheered myself by I knew cheering the opponent would tick him off in the slightest so I did so. I've gotten a few glares from him; I only shrugged and continued to watch the show.
"You know you look so skinny on the TV?" he asked pressing pause on a close up of me. I took a good look at myself and noticed he was right. I never noticed that before.
"Hmm, never noticed that before," I said making my Mike/duck face. He chuckled and threw a pillow at me, I threw it back and laughed when he flew out the bed to try and catch it.
"Asshole!" he yelled chucking a few more pillows at me, I ducked. Letting the pillows hit the wall and slid to the floor.
"Hey hey it's not my fault you flew out of the bed, now get back up there and comment about how pretty I look on the TV." I laughed repositioning myself in the chair to get comfortable again. Reluctantly Tom got on the back on the bed, with his head hanging low. I poked my bottom lip out, faking my symphony towards him. He stared at the TV and back at me with narrow eyes.
"Ella, I know you must have been told this by almost everybody that knows that Adam's your brother. But you really do look like him, besides the fact that he has had long hair before. He never really looked girly, but you truly look like the girl version of him. You remind me most of him when you smile."
Tom stated softly, oh Ella is his nickname for me, it comes from my middle name Isabella, it was hard for me not to smile at the comment.
I appreciate when people say I look like Adam, I never get sick of it. But what makes me worried is people putting this pieces together backstage. I just have some feeling that most of the people would start to believe that I had gotten into the company because of him. When he was working their I had to keep my distance from his backstage, we would bump into each other backstage but we would only smile and wave at each other when we do. I couldn't feature in any videos made about his life or induct him into the hall of fame with Jay because backstage Adam and I are like strangers and it pained me dearly.
"You don't know how much that means to me Tommy." I whispered blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. He reached over the bed and hugged me tight.
He pulled away and stared to play the show again. A few hours later both Tom and I has drifted into our own worlds, of sleep.
I don't remember that day clearly, but I remember bits and pieces of it. I remember when I was about 7, and Adam came from his room with bags of things. I was worried, hiding behind the couch peeping over watching with wide eyes as Jay came down the stairs with a box.
"Well that's everything Ads," I heard him say. I peeped out from over the couch and saw Adam and Jay conversations near the bags and boxes. I felt my heart pound in my chest, the worst thoughts running trough my head. I remember thinking that he was running away, that he felt that Ma or I didn't love him enough. He wasn't satisfied.
Much after that is a blur, but I remember that moment when Jay walked out of the door with that last box, while Adam hugged and kissed Ma over and over again. He was about to walk out of the door when I came running from behind the couch, clinging to his legs and crying. As much as I tried to stop crying years just kept running down my cheeks.
"DON'T RUN AWAY ADA! MOMMY AND I DO LOVE YOU! STAY WITH US PLEASE JUST DON'T RUN AWAY!" I pleaded at his legs, holding on to them tighter every time I repeated the phrase. At that moment I wanted to give up any and everything to keep Adam from running away, to keep him in a place where people actually do love him. I wanted to show him that no matter what we would love him. I don't remember when but Jay somehow gotten back in the house I heard him asked Adam what was wrong, but I didn't hear what Adam said back to him. Before I knew it I was swept into his arms, he was holding me tight, swaying rocking back and forth until I stopped crying. He held me in his arms his arms getting tighter around me.
"Kris...I...I'm not running away silly." He chuckled looking into my eyes; though he was chuckling it looked like he was on the verge to cry.
"B-But your b-bags are in the car and Jay-Jay said t-that it was everything." I spoken through sobs, it wasn't long before Tears fell down my cheeks again. Adam brung his hand up and whipped my cheeks, whispering 'sssssh' while bouncing me in his arms.
"No, Kris I thought I told you a few days ago that I was going away to train to become a pro wrestler." He smiled weakly, blinking away any of the tears that formed into his eyes.
"B-but I don't remember." I whispered hugging his neck and resting my head on his shoulder. Once again he chuckled.
"Hmm, is that so." he asked, I nodded and lifted my head up from his shoulders. "Well know you know,"
He looked into my eyes, with a smile. I tried my best to smile back, but by the way he laughed made me know that my smile wasn't the best. He soon stopped laughing and sighed.
"Alright kiddo time to be serious." I nodded and waited for him to start speaking again "As I said I'm going to do what I love, but while I'm gone I need you to do me a favor and make sure you keep mommy happy ok? I don't want to hear that you've been bad. Do well in school and all of that stuff. But most of all kept up with WWF."
Once again the rest is a blur but there was that one part that always stuck out to me the most, one that I still live by till this day.
My heart sunk as I saw tears fall down Adams eyes, it was defiantly a first for me. I reached out whipped his tears away with my little hands and hugged him. Once again picked me up ad cried onto my shoulders, not long before I started to cry too.
"I love you so much Kris, I'm going to miss you. Listen to me, you have the power to do anything you believed in, don't let anybody tell you opposite." he pulled away and looked deeply in my eyes; I nodded my head seeming at lost for words. He kissed my forehead, before putting me down and picking up the backpack from the side of his foot. After that I just remember watching his pull out of the drive way with Jay in the car, crying when I didn't see the car on the street anymore. I locked myself on his room for years only coming out to eat, bathe and go to school. It went on until I was 16 and I decided that I too wanted to become a pro wrestler. Keeping what he said to me the day he walked out in mind as I trained my hardest.
"Kris," I opened my eyes to see John's hand on my shoulder and him nearly inches away from my face. I rubbed my eyes with a yawn and scooted up in the seat. I looked over at the night stand and noticed there wasn't a clock on it but that was when I noticed Dylan trying to wake Tom up, oh right I forgot we were in Dylan's apartment.
"What time is it?" my voice was cracked, which made John smirk.
"It's pretty late, come on lets go get you in your bed." he said bending down in front of the chair, waiting for my to get on his back. I yawned and slowly attached myself to his back; he bent back down to get my crutches and turned to look at Dylan.
"Alright, we're out man. Good night." John smiled and nodded, going through three doors to get to my apartment and another door to get to my bed room. He sat on the bed as I slipped off falling on the soft plush bed, snuggled against the pillow, rubbing my eyes again.
"Can you sleep in here? I don't want to be left alone." I yawned; John nodded taking off his shoes and slipping into the bed with me. I turned over to the other side and stared at the pictures of Adam Jay and me two years ago in Canada for Christmas. They were the only things I had when I was younger but they left me. John wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to his body. I snuggled against him as I fell back to sleep.
"I'll be back one day Kris. I promise I will never leave my baby sister, not in any situation."