Chapter 12: The Dolls

After a night filled with blogging, a crazy ex one night stand, and a typical visit to a stationhouse to file a complaint . . . I'm really craving for some Starbucks.

Preferably a straight up coffee . . . or maybe a macchiato.

Maybe a simple cappuccino?

I can't freaking decide.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK

"Now who could that be?" I whisper to myself. I turn to the door just in time for more loud knocking sounds to emanate from it and after five minutes, I officially have enough of it.

"If you're not complimentary room service here to deliver me a free breakfast platter, you better get the hell away from my door!" I exclaim as I stop right in front of the sealed entrance.

"Is that anyway to address the Viper this early in the morning?" calls the familiar husky voice from the other side; making me smile at the sound it.

"That depends . . . do you have any type of coffee with you?" I ask as I unlock the door. I open it to reveal Randy, dressed in a black v neck and gray sweats, holding two Starbucks cups in his hands.

"Cappuccino?" he asks me with a smirk as he hands one cup out to me while taking a sip from the other.

"You know . . . I was just thinking about what kind of drink I would buy from Starbucks when you just appear at my doorstep with one in hand?" I ask as I gratefully take the cup. "Wishful thinking does work!"

"Well then, I must be a genie or a psychic," he tells me with a grin that was borderline childlike. "Mind letting me in?"

"Sure . . . I have the room to myself anyway, so it's safe for you to come in." I say as I outstretch my free hand into my domain. "You won't be badgered by one of the Divas here."

"You have no roommate this time around?" the Viper asks in mild surprise as he walks into my surprisingly spacious suite.

"I have one . . . she just never showed up to the suite to begin with. She's probably spending her hotel stay in her boyfriend's suite." I say as a yawn passes by my lips.

"If that's the case, do you mind if I stay in your suite for the time we're here in Minneapolis. I'm currently rooming with John, and unfortunately for my sorry ears, I had to listen to him and Nikki all night long." he tells me, me now noticing the exhaustion in his eyes.

"They didn't fuck each other while you were in the room now did they?" I ask in slight alarm as I look up from my drink.

"WHAT? HELL NO!" Randy tells me in shock as he looks up from his drink. "They just acted all sappy and lovey dovey with each other. They kept on speaking in these voices that typical couples speak in in rom-com movies. It was making me sick. I was wishing for someone to knock my lights out just so I can escape the verbal torture."

"Aw . . . poor you," I say with a mock sigh as I take a sip from my drink. "Are they still in the suite as we speak."

"Unfortunately yes," he tells me with a tired sigh. "Can I stay in here or not? Please say yes."

"Yeah . . . go ahead." I say with a shrug as I finish the last of my drink.

"Thank you; I'll be back in a few minutes." he tells me with a grin as he heads over to the door. As soon as I hear the door slam shut, I head straight for the window to check out the Minneapolis skyline, which I got to say, looks pretty nice as the sun starts to appear from behind the clouds.

Knock-knock-knock

"Well that was fast." I mumble to myself as I finish the last of my morning drink. I walk over to my doorway and peer into the peep hole to see no one there. I open the door to see that no one was behind it and that no one was down either side of the hallway.

"This is weird." I say just as I feel something out of the ordinary under my foot. I look down to see that it was a doll. The doll shared my hair color and it was dressed in a black dress, similar to that of a mourning dress. Also, the eyes were crossed out with black x's.

"What the hell?" I ask in shock as I pick the doll up to observe it better. I hear the elevator ding to life and I look up to see Randy with his bags and a scowl on his face. His eyes instantly go to the doll in my hand.

"You got one too?" he asks me unalarmed, like he knew I would get one.

"Yeah I did. What about you?" I ask as he walks up to me. He digs into his left pocket and pulls out one of the WWE action figures that were modeled after him. It too had black x's crossed over its' eyes, but it was also tied up, like how a kidnapper would gag and bound his' victim.

"You think it's Cameron?" I ask as we walk back into my suite, Randy shutting the door right behind us.

"I think that's a possibility." Randy suggests with a scowl as he throws his bags into the bedroom. "I had a feeling that crazy chick wasn't going to let a restraining order get in her way."

"But what do you think the dolls mean?" I ask as I cross my arms. "You think she wants to actually hurt us?"

"Maybe," he tells me in a contemplative voice. "C'mon, let's get to the bottom of this little mystery."

I nod my head and follow him out the door and all the way to the lobby to see it completely empty except for the middle aged clerk at the check in desk, staring intently at her computer screen and typing away at her keyboard.

"Uh excuse me?" I ask as we walk over to her desk. She looks up with a signature hostess' smile as her black rimmed glasses start to fall down the bridge of her nose. "Can you help us with something?"

"What may I help you with miss?" asks the women, her voice high pitched and friendly with a hint of a French accent within it. "Is there something wrong?"

"Well . . . have you seen a woman around model height, blonde hair, blue eyes, curvy figure, who may have a bit of a crazed look in her eye?" I ask curiously as I cross my arms over the check in desk.

"No, I haven't seen anyone like that this morning, but I have seen that doll before." she tells me as she points to the said object in my hands.

"You have?" Randy asks her in surprise as he raises an eyebrow.

"Indeed I have; two people came up to my desk earlier this morning and asked me where the nearest toy shop was, so I gave them directions. They came back forty five minutes later with that doll in hand, well, without the crossed out eyes to be exact." says the clerk as she shrugs.

"Can you give us a description on the two people please?" I ask as I tap my fingers along the desk. "We may actually know them."

"Certainly; the first person was a brunette woman who I originally thought was a teenager. She was around five feet tall, dressed in a t-shirt, jeans, and Converse sneakers, and she was practically skipping around the lobby with that doll in hand," answers the clerk as she puts a hand under her chin. "The other was a man around six feet tall. He had bleached blonde hair, but I'm guessing he was a brunette before, and he was dressed in these black jeans, a blazer, and a blue t-shirt with the words 'Showoff' in pink lettering on the front. That's all I remember. I hope this information was helpful for you two."

"Oh . . . trust me; you have been very helpful." Randy tells her with a smirk as he shoots me a knowing look. "Thank you for your time and have a good day."

I look at Randy with an eyebrow raised as we make our way back to the elevators. He is still wearing that smirk on his face and I have no idea why? The lady at the check in desk basically told us that Dolph and AJ were the ones that left us these dolls, and he's borderline smiling.

Has he officially gone crazy?

"Randy . . . are you listening to the voices in your head?" I ask as we walk into the now open elevator cart. "That smirk on your face is kinda creepy."

"Don't you see it Mara?" he asks me with a question of his own. "This is Dolph's and AJ's way of trying to get into our heads. They're trying to scare us."

"Scare us? Well . . . it would make sense to get into your head so you wouldn't be focusing on the tournament, but why are they involving me?" I ask as I press the button for our floor.

"They probably want you to swing your blogs into their favor . . . make them sound more appealing to the WWE Universe, you know?" he asks with a shrug as we reach our floor.

"Oh I know," I tell him with a sigh as we dump the dolls into a nearby trash can. "So . . . what do you want to do to get revenge?"

Randy turns to me with a blank look on his face before a devilish smile spreads across his lips, giving me an obvious hint that he had something evil in the works.

"I may have an idea."

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