Hello everyone :) hope you all had a nice holiday (if you had one). Back to college this week so I need your reviews to motivate me to not do my work and write more ;) Hope you enjoy this latest instalment, plenty of twists and turns to come ;) Gonna dedicate this chapter to 'wadeswife' who's been super supportive of my story, thank you :) special mentions for 'Dio Della Morte' and '1this1is1me1' too :)
Once again, I do not own the WWE or any of its employees. I only own Amber. I am in no way suggesting the story reflects real life, it is entirely fictional. Nor would I ever want any of this to ever be true - except maybe the snuggle parts :) It's just a made-up story. I also do not own any of the songs mentioned in this story at any point, I just like them. Thank you for reading.
As soon as I regained consciousness the next morning, I was blinded by a splitting headache. There was an awful, loud, blaring noise coming from some direction…. I couldn't see…where was it?
"Fuck" I heard the figure next to me grunt as he rolled over clutching his head with one hand and slapping randomly at the bedside table with the other. Missing the alarm every time, he managed to swipe at it and knock it off, hitting the wall and falling silent.
I sat up, breathing heavily, trying to get enough oxygen to my brain to get rid of the haze over my eyes and the sickness in my stomach. "Shit Amber, how much did we drink last night?" Wade asked through gritted teeth.
"I don't know" I whined, the pain of sound sending waves through my throbbing head. "I don't really remember how we even got home to be honest…" I said still distressed.
"I remember the taxi ride, you were completely knocked out, I had to carry you in, I don't even remember getting into the room though" he said trying to work out what was going on.
He got up and staggered into the bathroom. "Uh…Wade" I called after him.
"What?" he shouted back, wincing from the pain.
"You have stuff written all over your back" I told him.
"Shit! Like what?" he asked panicking, spinning in circles trying to see it in the mirror.
"Erm…"I said, not wanting to repeat some of it. "This bit says I love cock" I said, stifling a giggle.
"Fuck, who the hell wrote that?" he asked, looking at me.
"Don't look at me you…" I tilted my head, reading the next one… "sex monkey" I said this time failing to hold back the fits of laughter even though they hurt my head in ways I couldn't bear. "It wasn't me, you said yourself I was knocked out, I don't think my hand would have been this steady" I groaned at the effort of forming speech still giggling.
"Cold shower, best way to cure a hangover" Wade yelled as the freezing water bit into his skin. I screamed as I joined him, nearly passing out with the sensation. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into him, steadying my swaying body. "Lightweight" he laughed, grimacing again at the pain in his head. I helped him clean off the graffiti on his back and we changed for the day, bending down gingerly so the blood wouldn't rush to our heads.
I chose a comfy black and pink sweater-style dress with long socks and converse. I managed to drag a brush through my hair and smudged some black liner around my eyes. Wade wore a blue t shirt and some distressed denim jeans. We packed our things as quickly as we could and were leaving the room when a text arrived.
Hey darling ;) u comin down 4 sum breakfast in a bit? I no its 5am but we got a plane to catch. Got u 2 a full English breakfast, thought u'd be peckish :D J x
My stomach churned at the thought of food and I visibly turned a shade of green. Wade read the text over my shoulder, putting his hand over his mouth, clearly feeling the same sensation I was.
I think you know what the answer to that is! You can shove your breakfast where the sun don't shine. Unless you want me to come down there and throw up all over that pretty face… A x
I could see John's smug face as he wrote that, he was well aware of how much we'd had to drink last night. This was the worst hangover I'd ever had in my entire life. And not being able to remember what happened for most of it made me extremely anxious.
"Let's go sweetie" Wade said, taking my hand and leading me out of the room. He rubbed the bottom of my back soothingly, noticing the mixture of angst and sickness on my face. Tears welled up in my eyes. I blinked them back quickly, hoping Wade hadn't noticed. "What's wrong honey?" he asked concerned, dropping his bags and pulling me into him.
"Nothing" I said quietly, "my head just hurts and it's making me all stupid and upset…sorry" I answered, knowing that wasn't the only reason.
"Don't be sorry, I know the feeling…here, I think I must have something in my bag somewhere…" he said searching around for some pain medication. "Shit" he said after finding a bottle. "This stuffs good but it's too strong, and it makes you drowsy…I had it when I tore my lat" he winced at the memory. "So it's no good for a hangover" he said zipping his bag up again. "Bet one of the other guys will have something though" he said reassuring me as we walked to the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed the top of my head.
"Is that where the scar on your back came from then?" I asked him having always wondered how he did it; whenever I saw it in bed, glistening with sweat as I ran my fingers over it.
"Yeah…" he sighed. "Worst injury I've ever had, touch wood. Pain was awful when I first did it. Surgery sucked but the worst bit was not wrestling for such a long time. Not even being allowed in the gym, that was torture" he remembered. My eyes filled up again. He felt me sob gently against his chest and snapped out of his memory. "Sweetie what's wrong? You're not normally like this…" he said rubbing my arm. I cursed myself inside, I couldn't answer that, and he was persistent. We reached the floor and stepped out. He noticed I was teary and decided against pressuring me for an answer when we had to meet up with the others. "Hey…" he said quietly before we made it into the lobby. He pulled me to face him and wiped the trail of eyeliner from my cheeks with his thumb. He cradled me to his chest and whispered "its okay if you don't want to say anything now, but if something's up, I'm always here…I love you Amber".
My breath caught in my chest. I stopped crying for a second and stared up at him. Had he really just said it? I opened my mouth, wanting him to know I felt the same, but before I could, bursting into tears again.
"Wade…Wade…I…I lo…" I stammered. "Its okay sweetie calm down" he said, clearly confused at the way I was acting. He led me into the lobby and sat me down on the sofa. He motioned to Heath to sit with me and moved over to talk to John.
"What's wrong with Amber?" John asked quickly, ready to punch Wade in the face again if it had anything to do with him.
"I don't know…she was fine earlier but she's just really teary. I asked her and she said her head hurt and it was making her emotional…I just don't know" he said moving to grab a tissue from the counter.
John sat the other side of me as I tried to tell Heath I was okay. Wade stood in front of me looking concerned and handed me a tissue. John studied my face, his eyes moving down to my neck. He held my arm out and surveyed it, moving quickly onto the next.
"John, what are you doing?" I asked him, a puzzled look on my face. Noticing him stare at Wade's hands, I jumped back. "John…" was all I managed to say before I realised Wade too had caught on. Heath registered my reaction and clicked onto the situation, getting up quickly to stop anything that might be brewing from the tension in the air. Wade's breathing became deeper as his muscles tensed.
John looked away before saying quietly "I'm sorry….but I had to check Amber…" he trailed off.
"You…you…thought he'd hit me?" I questioned, not believing the words coming out of my mouth.
John didn't answer, but I saw Heath put a hand on Wade's shoulder, warning him to let it go. Wade walked away, avoiding the impending confrontation and sitting across the other side of the room, trying to calm down. Heath followed.
"I'm sorry Amber, I just don't like you being upset, and I find it hard to trust him…I didn't really think he was capable of that…I hoped not…but then I hoped he wouldn't cheat on you too…" he said as my eyes filled with tears again.
"Why do I need to be reminded of that every five minutes?" I asked him. "The reason I'm upset is nothing to do with Wade…" I said, knowing that wasn't 100% true.
"I'm sorry" he said, his head in his hands.
"Please can you go apologise to him, he's been nothing but amazing this morning, he's tried so hard to make me feel better…" I told him. John immediately got up and wondered over to where Wade was sitting with Heath trying to talk to him.
"I'm sorry man; I know I was out of line. That was out of order…I just care about her you know? And the thought of her being hurt…" John tried to explain.
"It just makes me fucking angry. You know? When someone accuses you of the worst crime anyone could ever commit, it makes me think I must come across as some kind of animal. You don't think much of me do you John?" Wade said, still sitting, trying to keep his cool.
"It's not that Wade, I think you're a nice enough guy…I don't think you'd ever do that…I'm sorry for suggesting I did, I was just worried about her…" John tried again. "And Amber told me, how good you've been to her, trying to make her feel better, I know you must be frustrated, not knowing what's wrong, and me doing that, that was totally out of line…I can only say I'm sorry, and assure you that I don't think you'd be capable of that…" John said. Wade sighed.
"It's okay, I accept your apology. I get that it's only because you care, maybe I'd have reacted the same. But I'd never ever lay a hand on her, you should know that…" Wade told him, shaking John's hand.
"We had fun last night though hey?" John said, face mischievously lighting up. "Do you remember much of it, sex monkey?" he laughed loudly, knowing he was pushing it.
"You're the fucking idiot who did that?" Wade shouted, his mouth falling open.
"Hey calm down man it was a joke…and it wasn't just me, little miss trouble helped" he winked. Wade made a beeline for me across the room.
"You said you had nothing to do with the stuff on my back you liar" he said laughing.
"I don't remember! I didn't think I did, I must have I guess…. I'm sorry….sex monkey" I giggled, forgetting that I was upset for a while.
Wade sighed, bringing his palm to his forehead, knowing this was going to be a long-running joke. "How much of last night do you remember?" he asked me.
"I remember dancing with the girls and you, and playing truth or dare…and that bitch" I said hate filling me once more. I pushed it to the back of my mind. "And I remember going outside and we talked, and then I remember going inside again. After that is blank. I definitely don't remember drawing on you…" I said giggling again.
"I remember us getting back to the hotel, everything in between is blank…" Wade agreed. John laughed to himself.
"There's a lot of stuff you're missing" he grinned. "I'll fill you in on the plane" he winked. "Though half of it, you might not want to hear Wade" John laughed again.
"Oh God" Wade said, worried.
I grabbed his hand and John checked that everyone was here before we made our way out of the hotel and into the waiting minibus. "Cena, group of six" he said to the driver who nodded and opened the doors.
"Guys does anyone have any normal over the counter pain killers I can take?" I asked hopefully.
"I do" Heath shouted and passed them over.
"Monkey, do you have some water?" I asked. "Monkey?" he looked down at me and laughed, handing me some water. "Yeah, it's your new pet name. You like?" I grinned at him.
"Well you're finally smiling, so I guess so yeah" he smiled and kissed my head. Justin put my bag in the trunk and he and Zeik loaded everyone else's in too. We got into the cramped bus and set off for the airport. The boys quickly fell asleep, leaving just myself and John awake. "
I can see it's a ball travelling with these party animals…" he laughed. "I don't know how you do it" he smiled.
"They're lovely boys really" I grinned and fell asleep too, leaning on Wade.
I woke with a start, the feeling of panic still tight in my chest and sweat forming on my face. "What's wrong sweetie?" Wade asked, seeing the look on my face. I'd just woken from a horrible nightmare, the things that were upsetting me in the day, now plaguing my dreams. I'd been watching the scene, I was crying on the floor. Wade had been standing over me, screaming at me, throwing fists at the walls, smashing things. I shivered at the thought; I'd never had such a graphic dream. I couldn't tell him, especially not here.
"It's okay, just a nightmare…" I told him, snuggling back into his shoulder and closing my eyes. He knew it was more than that, but decided against probing for more information again.
We reached the airport and boarded the plane quickly. We sat together, myself, Wade and John on the three middle seats and Zeik, Justin and Heath on the three in front. "So what did we get up to last night? I'm dying to know" I asked John.
"Well I didn't drink that much, Lizzie kept me in check…speaking of which, she's gone home to Boston for a week so she said to say hi" he smiled. "Anyway, when you guys came back in, we were playing drinking games. You both had a lot. Wade tried to take your drink off you at one point Amber, you'd clearly had too much, but you wouldn't let him, and you started screaming at him" he laughed. "So he gave it you back. You've got that one wrapped round your little finger" he said earning a glare from Wade. "But not me, I took it off you and drank it" he laughed. You and the girls were dancing for hours and hours and the guys were all sitting chatting about American football. Wade fell asleep so we started writing things on him. Then you joined in Amber" he chuckled. "Sex monkey was Randy though" John told Wade who was visibly pissed. "Even better though Wade, you woke up and got mad. You managed to engrave 'cocksucker' onto Mike's forehead. I doubt it'll be gone this morning, you pressed so hard I expect the red scratches will be there for weeks" John said as we fell about laughing.
"Nice one" I smiled at Wade, kissing him. He pulled me in, deepening the kiss, holding me to him, seeming to sense that storms were brewing ahead.
"Get a room" John laughed, pretending to gag. I punched his arm. "I'm only joking, you two are sweet" he said rubbing his sore arm. I linked arms with him and Wade and fell asleep, between my two favourite guys.
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