Chapter 12

It was another Tuesday night and Carsyn was sitting in the cafeteria with John and, surprisingly, Mark.

After the whole hotel incident, Carsyn had slowly rekindled the friendship her and Mark once had while staying with John. Glen flat out refused to speak to any of them and nearly ended John's career in the ring the previous night on Raw. He jumped script and ended up choke slamming John so hard, he put him through the ring…literally. To say John was sore would be an understatement. He needed help standing up and walking, his entire back was covered in nasty black and purple bruises.

Mark ended up taking John to the emergency room after Carsyn asked through sobs, knowing he could not stand to see her cry. He liked the kid, Mark had nothing against him and knew her and John were just friends. Glen was being an asshole and Mark did not understand why. Did he really think Mark would betray him that way by sleeping with his wife? Carsyn was like a sister to him for Christ sakes! It would feel like incest to him and Mark felt sick at the mere thought of screwing Carsyn.

Granted the woman was gorgeous and had a nice figure, but Mark thought of her too much as a sister. He was her big brother and would protect her at any costs. Sure, Glen walked in at the wrong time with them in an awkward position, but that was neither Mark or Carsyn's fault. The man needed to learn how to knock before entering people's private rooms. Mark did not remember giving Glen a spare keycard to his room so that raised the question who DID give it to him.

His thoughts reversed and went to his deceased wife that had been haunting him for the past few months. Ever since her visit in his hotel room and him going to her grave, Mark had not seen any glimpse of her. He started sleeping halfway decent; every now and again having dreams about her, but that was to be expected. He still wondered if that woman was really her that broke into his hotel room and drugged him.

Before Mark went to the gravesite in Texas, he went to the emergency room and got tested. It turned out he had the date rape drug Rophynol in his system and it lasted for nearly twelve hours. Due to his massive size, the drug didn't last as long as it should've and Mark wasn't given a high dosage of it. Just enough to last for Tessa to come into his hotel room and haunt him so more, not to mention give him a hard on that was tough getting rid of. The fact that he had been drugged made Mark wonder if it was Tessa or just a bitch who was signing her death certificate.

For some strange reason, Mark didn't go to Steve and confront him about this. He knew the man would never do something like that, but he wondered if Steve somehow set his drink down while doing something else. Probably flirting with a ring rat or two. That would explain it and would bring Mark that much closer to solving this mystery on who was pretending to be his dead wife. The more Mark thought about it, the more pissed off he got. Not only was his life going down the drain, but Carsyn's marriage was on the rocks because of this prick who thought messing with other people's lives was amusing.

"Mark, you're quiet." Carsyn said, jolting him out of his thoughts, and sighed when he simply stared at her. "What's on your mind?"

"Just thinkin' bout the bitch who drugged me." He muttered, not hiding it from her, and took a long swig of his bottled water. "I swear if I ever find out who did that, I'll strangle them to death, woman or not."

John sighed and just nodded, not blaming the man in the slightest. That drug could've killed Mark since mixing it with alcohol usually had horrible effects to a person's system. "No clues then?" He asked evenly, blue eyes unreadable which wasn't common for John. Usually a person could tell what he was thinking and feeling just by staring into those blue pools. Lately though, it had not been the case.

"Not a fuckin' one." Mark growled softly, tearing a hand through his hair, and sighed heavily. "It's someone who knew Tessa, I know that much." There was no denying it because Mark rarely took Tessa on the road with him. Though everyone on the rosters knew her because she befriended a few of the Divas along with Laura.

"Who would do something like this?" Carsyn wondered aloud, her voice cracking as the tears formed in her eyes.

She hated showing weakness, but with everything that'd happened lately, she was physically and emotionally drained. She could not hide anything anymore and wanted to know if this was really Tessa messing with them or someone who was portraying her. Carsyn's bet was it was someone else considering the explosion and the human ashes found afterwards.

"I don't know, but ya can bet yer ass I'm gonna find out." Mark was sick of this game and wanted it to end before he ended up committing murder.

"It'll be alright, Cars." John soothed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to lean against him, knowing she needed it at the moment. He always seemed to know the right time to reach out and when to back off. That's what Carsyn liked most about him besides his sense of humor.

"Excuse me." She whispered and extracted herself from John's arms, standing up and walking out of the cafeteria. She needed some time to herself and knew John wouldn't follow. This was one of those times he backed off, knowing she needed space.

John sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face in frustration. "She's hurting bad, man." He stated, shaking his head slowly back and forth. "She misses him."

"I know. Glen's actin' like a complete jackass right now." Mark growled, clenching his fists tightly as his knuckles turned as white as a ghost.

"If he doesn't watch it, he's gonna lose her." John commented, knowing it was true and wasn't about to hide his feelings. He found Carsyn incredibly attractive and would not mind dating her…when she was single. Though he wasn't going to help destroy her marriage. He wasn't the type to do that and if it was meant to be, it would happen on its own.

Mark eyed the younger man with those piercing green eyes, seeing the emotions flickering in his own, and sighed heavily. "She loves Glen, ya know that right boy?" He asked, not wanting to bring it up, but knew it had to be done. He did not want John getting involved in something with Carsyn he knew would be chalked up to vulnerability.

John nodded. "I know, but a man can dream." He replied, raking a hand through his short, soft brown hair, knowing he didn't have a shot in Hell with Carsyn.

It both saddened and intrigued him because John loved a challenge. Though she'd grown to be a really great friend and he loved talking to her. She was a great listener and gave him criticism on his raps when he asked for it. Sometimes she went too far, but that's what he loved about her. Carsyn spoke her mind regardless and wasn't ashamed of it.

"Have ya both…" Mark trailed off, raising an eyebrow, not going to finish the question. If he had too, the boy was dumber than he originally thought.

"No." John answered immediately, no hesitation evident in his tone. "We sleep in separate beds." It was the truth and he didn't care if Mark believed him or not.

"Good." Mark replied before finishing his water and tossed it in the garbage behind John, the bottle whizzing past his head and caused the boy to jump. Mark actually chuckled, which was very rare nowadays, and snorted before pulling out a piece of chewing tobacco. He stopped when he married Tessa, knowing she hated it, but now that he was single again, Mark did not see the harm in doing it.

John made a face when he saw what Mark was doing and groaned. "Man, that shit is nasty." He grunted, shaking his head, and could not look at the man any longer.

Mark smirked and when John turned back around, he showed the fully piece of chewed tobacco. He laughed when John left the cafeteria slowly, knowing he could go no faster due to his extensive injuries. "Pussy." He muttered under his breath and shook his head, standing to his full near seven foot frame when Glen entered the cafeteria. Deciding he had enough of this, Mark stalked over to where Glen was, near the coffee machine, and confronted him. "Hey."

Glen snorted and rolled his eyes, busy fixing himself a cup of coffee. "Shouldn't ya be fuckin' Carsyn right now?" He shot back, stirring his beverage with a straw. His eyes went wide as saucers when the coffee was smacked out of his hand and strewn across the cafeteria, stinging any skin it made contact with. "Fuck!"

"You done bein' a jackass yet?" Mark demanded angrily, green eyes spitting pure venom as he clenched his fists tightly at his sides, wanting to deck this man more than he'd ever wanted to deck anyone in his life.

"I'm not the one who decided to betray my best friend." He shot back again, refusing to back down from Mark, and started wiping off the stinging coffee that landed on his face and chest. He was bare from the waist up, in his Kane costume for the show that night.

"I didn't fuck her, Glen! I've never fucked Carsyn and I never will!" Mark shouted, getting everyone's attention in the cafeteria, but he didn't care. He was tired of this and wanted his best friend back. "Fuckin' Christ open yer damn eyes and realize what yer doin'!"

Glen raised an eyebrow and let out a rough, cruel laugh, tossing the napkin in the trashcan that was beneath the counter. "I do realize what I'm doin'. For the first time in a long while, I finally realize exactly what's been goin' on, Mark." He stated, his voice low and deadly, hazel eyes cold and dark.

"No ya don't or else you'd fuckin' sit down like an adult and listen to fuckin' reason! Yer losin' yer wife, Glen, do ya realize that? Yer losin' Carsyn and when ya finally DO wake up and realize what yer doin' and accusin' her of, it'll be too late!" Mark stated, keeping his own voice lowered as hard as it was. This was their business, but he wasn't afraid to explode if Glen did. He wasn't backing down anymore, he wasn't going to walk on eggshells and he was going to get him and Carsyn back together even if it killed him.

"Fuck you!" Glen snapped, shoving Mark a good three feet away, and squared his shoulders before cracking his neck. "She's losin' me, not the other way around!" He corrected angrily, his teeth gritted as the anger poured from his body in harsh waves.

"All because ya think she's cheatin' on ya?" Mark demanded, shaking his head when Glen simply nodded. "For yer information, Carsyn has been more than faithful to ya. I didn't sleep with her. She came to my room to talk bout Tessa-" A flicker of pain shot through Mark's eyes when he said her name and he had to pause, getting his thoughts back in order. "Her and John have been sleepin' in separate beds too."

Glen snorted, not buying a word of it. "Yeah right. I'm not fuckin' blind and dumb so stop treatin' me like it. She fucked Cena, I know she did. You, I don't know about fully, but I KNOW she's fucked that worthless kid." He refused to believe Carsyn hadn't with all the evidence lately and wasn't going to be swayed.

Mark threw his hands up in the air and finally decided to give up. This wasn't his fight and he didn't know why he was even getting involved. "Fine, you believe what you want. I'm done." He muttered, his voice low with a hint of danger as his piercing green eyes met Glen's cold blue orbs. "Just remember this, Jacobs, when you finally DO realize what yer doin', it'll be too late and you'll lose the best thing that's ever happened to you…just like I did."

"Did I miss somethin'?" A voice sounded behind them, causing both Mark and Glen to turn around, their eyes widening at who Steve had with him.