Sister of The Shield Chapter 21, a wrestling fanfic

Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed the last chapter. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.

Sister of The Shield

Chapter Twenty One

Emily was very excited when she got to her hotel room, in a few days, Emily would be going on a date with Bray. The next day, Bray called Emily to check up on her, this was the first time Bray had called her. Emily smiled and answered her phone, excited when she saw that it was him.

"Hello."

"Hey Emily, I was calling to check up on you to see how you were doing, you sound pretty happy from what I can hear."

"I am... this is the first time you've ever called me, so I got a little excited."

"Well I'm glad."

"Also, I found out something yesterday. Something about my real family."

"What did you find out?"

"Well I remembered that my brother's name is Matthew, but I never knew my real mom or dad's name. So, Roman's mom told me that on the file the orphanage had on me, they knew a lot about my family. My mom's real name was Mary Thomas, and my dad's name was David Thomas. He lived in Tampa, Florida. Of course, that file is twenty four years old, and he may not live in Tampa anymore. I was just happy to finally learn his name, my brother was five years old, and I was three when my mom brought me to the orphanage. I haven't seen my brother in twenty four years. I don't even think he would remember me."

"You remember him, and he was older than you."

"Yeah... there's a chance that he remembers me, but my dad never even knew that I existed. He divorced my mom before she had me. I've just always wondered... was it because of me that he divorced my mom? There's just so many questions that I may never know the answer to."

"So, you said he lived in Tampa?"

"Yes, that's what the file said... I've always wanted to meet my dad. Do you think that I should go to Tampa to see if I can find him?"

"I think... you should do whatever your heart tells you to do."

Emily smiled at this.

"I can do this after our date. So, are we still ok for Thursday at ten, at Coffee Paradise?"

"Yes. I look forward to seeing you there."

"Ok, can't wait."

"I'll talk to you later, ok Sweetie?"

Emily blushed when he said this, but smiled anyway.

"Ok."

"Bye."

The phone call ended and Emily started laughing. Bray already had a nickname for her. He had called her Sweetie, and already she had started blushing. She was just glad that they were on the phone, so that he wouldn't see her blushing. Since Bray had already come up with a nickname for her, she needed to come up with a nickname for him. Thursday came faster than she thought, she arrived first at the Coffee Paradise. She wanted to look nice, but not too fancy since this was their first date, and since it was just a coffee shop. She didn't put on any make up, her hair was naturally curly so she left her hair down. She decided to wear a white t-shirt and a red plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up with jeans and a pair of black boots. Emily was waiting in a booth, she had agreed to meet with Bray at ten and it was five minutes after ten. Emily tried to stay calm, maybe Bray was having trouble finding the place. She didn't want to think the worst, she hoped that she didn't get stood up. After ten minutes had past, Emily started feeling bad and thought to herself.

"Did I do something wrong? How come none of my relationships work out? Is there something wrong with me that make people not want to be with me? My mom didn't want me, that's why she gave me up... No, she loved me, she just couldn't take care of me. I always just thought that my mom didn't want me, and no one seems to want to be in a relationship with me. I just feel so... worthless."

Emily felt hurt, why would Bray stand her up? He was the one to ask her out in the first place. Emily felt like texting someone, just as she was about to get up to leave, she looked up from her phone when she heard a voice.

"May I join you?"

It was Bray. Emily felt slightly better now, she smiled and nodded.

"Hello Emily, I'm so sorry that I'm late. There were no parking places up here so I had to park somewhere else. I actually got here five minutes before ten. When I was making my way up here a swarm of fans spotted me. They recognized me and they all wanted pictures and autographs. I tried to send you a message to let you know I was late, but my phone service wasn't very good at the time. I love the fans, but sometimes they can be a nuisance. I really am sorry Emily."

Emily smiled at him and understood. She was just glad that he didn't stand her up.

"It's ok. You're here now. I was wondering though... I thought that I was going to get stood up, or that maybe you forgot about our date."

"Forgot? No... How could I forget something I've wanted to do since the day I first laid eyes on you?"

Emily smiled and blushed a little.

"You... You've wanted to go out on a date with me?"

"Of course, you're a beautiful girl. I've just had to admire you from a distance because of you and Rollins you know? But what guy in his right mind wouldn't want to go out with you?"

Emily laughed a little and couldn't stop blushing.

"Bray Wyatt... you are such a charmer."

Bray smiled at this.

"I have been told that I have a way with words. I hear so many good things from fans and even other superstars that I'm one of the most gifted speakers that WWE has."

"You are... Well, some crowds give you the What treatment, but I think at the end of your promos, you have everyone's attention. When you speak, people listen."

Emily looked at what Bray was wearing, he looked so different now than how she was used to seeing him. When he was in a WWE ring, he would wear a fedora, white pants, a black shirt, and a Hawaiian shirt, or red, or brown pants with a black shirt and sometimes black leather, and more recently a hood with horns on it, and he would always have his hand wrapped up. Bray would always have his lantern and every arena he went to had people with thousands of cell phone lights, Bray called them his fireflies. It seemed kind of weird to Emily that Bray was wearing something other than what he would wear to the ring, he seemed normal. Bray had all of his hair up in a black beanie, he was wearing jeans and a black shirt and a shirt sleeved button up shirt over that.

"You look so different Bray... I'm so used to seeing you in either a Hawaiian shirt, or black leather."

"Outside of the ring... I'm more of a jeans guy with a button up shirt."

"And all of your hair is up in a beanie. You look so nice Bray... you really are different from your on screen character."

"You say that like you don't like the on screen character."

"No no... I do like the on screen character, people say there are two sides to every coin. It's just... I like this Bray a little more, the sweet and caring side."

Emily couldn't stop smiling. No one had ever made her feel the way she did with Bray, not even with Seth for the short time that they dated. Bray was curious about one thing.

"Tell me something Emily. What made you want to become a nurse for WWE?"

"Well... I guess it all started with Roman's mom. I wanted to become a nurse after her. At the orphanage, before they adopted me, I had a scratch on my knee that was bleeding and she was the one to put a band-aid on my knee. I've always just wanted to help people, and I also wanted to stay close to Roman."

"One other thing I remembered... when we were on the phone the other day, you had mentioned something about your dad divorcing your mom, and that he didn't even know you existed. You said that you always wondered if it was because of you that your parents got divorced."

"Yeah... I've always thought, maybe my dad didn't want another baby, and if he did, maybe he didn't want a girl. My mom had cancer... and her health got worse after she had me. There are things I've always wondered... if I didn't exist, would my parents be together today... would my mom be alive today?"

Bray could tell that Emily was getting upset.

"Easy Emily..."

Emily only kept talking. She felt like she needed to get this out of her system.

"I know Roman and his family love me, and I love them and appreciate everything they've done for me, I just feel like... I was a puzzle piece that didn't fit quite right. I didn't always know that my mom had died from cancer and I've never even known my dad, but I've always wondered about my real brother, Matthew. I always wondered how he grew up and if he remembers me. I always wondered, why did my mom keep Matthew and get rid of me? I didn't know that my mom gave up Matthew too. She let him live with my dad, but she put me in an orphanage because he wouldn't think I was his kid or want to take care of me... I always wondered... what's wrong with me? What did I do that was so bad that would make my mom want to get rid of me... Why didn't she and my dad love me?... None of my relationships have ever worked out... What's wrong with me?... I feel so... worthless."

Emily had been fighting back tears for a while because she didn't want to cry in front of Bray, or in public for that matter, but she couldn't hold it in anymore and her tears fell. Bray knew that he shouldn't really be hugging or touching her too much yet because he wanted to respect her boundaries, but it was times like this when those kind of rules could be ignored. It was times like this when people needed comfort the most. Bray got up from where he was sitting and slid over on Emily's side of the booth, and took her in his arms. He spoke to her in a firm, yet comforting voice.

"Now you listen to me Emily... you... are not worthless. You blame yourself for things that were out of your control, and your whole life... you felt like no one ever wanted you around or loved you. A lot of times, people just put a smile on their faces and pretend that everything is alright. Not everyone can sense that something is wrong, but I knew... I knew there was something bothering you. You've always been very quiet and shy, but the truth is... you've never had anyone to talk to about how you feel, or you never knew how to express your feelings through words. You feel guilty about your mom's death, and you shouldn't. You shouldn't blame yourself for things that are out of your control. All of your life, you've lived with all of this pain, and unnecessary guilt. You keep saying, what's wrong with me? The truth is... nothing. Nothing is wrong with you, but there are plenty of things wrong with the world you live in. Not many people today care about how others are feeling, they are just concerned with their own problems and never really listen to those they claim that they care about. Life is full of problems... some problems you can fix, and other problems, you have no control over."

Emily had been crying, but had calmed down as Bray held her in his arms and talked to her. It seemed like Bray knew her better than she knew herself. He really did understand how she was feeling. He paused for a moment and looked into her eyes, she wasn't crying as much now, they looked deep into each others eyes. They says that the eyes are the windows to the soul. You would know if someone was being honest with you, and you could tell how a person was feeling just by looking in their eyes. Bray could see what other people couldn't. Emily had kept her emotions hid well for years, most of the time she would just put a smile on her face and ignore how she was feeling, and now she finally broke down. Bray could see all the years of pain and guilt that she felt. He just wanted to take her pain away, Emily was hugging Bray now as he held her.

"Listen to me Emily... People say all the time that everything is going to be alright. I'm not going to say that... I'm not going to say that everything is going to be alright when clearly things are not alright. That's just the world's way of saying, Everything will be alright, forget your problem and move on. Things may never be alright... but know this... I'm going to be here for you Emily... for all the trials and fears, through all the pain and tears. I'm here, for everything. Whenever you need me Emily, know that I'm not far away."

They were supposed to be there for coffee and doughnuts, but had completely forgot about all of that. The coffee shop was mostly empty and Bray and Emily were sharing a moment together and reaching a deeper part of their still growing relationship. Emily had finally stopped crying, but could let go of Bray just yet. She rested her head against him. Bray still had her in a strong, yet gentle hug, he had one hand on the back of her head, and his other hand was on her back. Bray had helped her open up about what had been bothering her for years. It seemed like only Bray could understand how she felt, he was the only one that seemed to know what to say.

(On a side note... I've had this song stuck in my head while I was writing this chapter. I will get a random song in my head. Sometimes I can use songs for my stories, this particular song I think could actually go good with the story, and especially in this chapter. It is a song called Nothing Left To Say by Imagine Dragons. On YouTube, the video I watched had the song paired with another song called Rocks. The whole video is about nine minutes long, but the first song ends as far as lyrics go around the four minute mark, then there is a bunch of instrumental to it. The second song starts around the 6:50 mark.)

"Who knows how long I've been awake now? The shadows on my wall don't sleep. They keep calling me, beckoning."

"Who knows what's right? The lines keep getting thinner, my age has never made me wise. But I keep pushing on and on and on and on..."