Chapter 26 - Minor Set Back & Calls Home.

I woke up that morning with an ache in my chest, I opened my eyes and saw the sun shinning through, closing them again I tried to will myself back to sleep so I could forget everything that happened yesterday. I told myself that I wouldn't be crying no more tears. Fat chance of that, I bet as soon as I saw Randy I would ball my eyes out. But I had cried enough. I looked around the room and stared over at Mickie's bed. She wasn't in it. I looked on the desk and there was a note 'Gone to see Dave for a few hours, call me if you need anything x'

I climbed out of bed and rolled my head trying to work out the kinks that had formed overnight. I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, stripping off all of my clothes I looked in the mirror. I looked like shit. I felt like shit. I couldn't help but think how Randy was feeling this morning. Yeah, yeah I was the one that hurt him I shouldn't care, but I do, I really do. I threw all of these feelings away and stepped into the shower; I turned all the hot water off and stood under the freezing cold water. My breath caught in my chest, and I tried to catch it. I felt like an idiot. I probably jumped in to quickly when I ended it with Randy I should have told him what's going on.

But would it make a difference? Had he slept on it and woken up and felt that it was a good thing I ended it, he didn't have to be tied down to me anymore. But how he touched me and made love to me yesterday reminded me that he loved me and he always would, and that made me feel so much worse. I hate break ups! They get me so confused I don't really know what's right and what's delusional. I stepped out the shower and wrapped a towel around my shivering body. I went back into the bed room and grabbed some clothes out of my bag.

When I was dressed, I sat on the bed putting my face in my hands, I let a long groan "I'm such an idiot" I sat there for what seemed like a lifetime when there was a knock on the door. I stood up and looked through the peephole and saw John. Looking extremely pissed off "fuck." I didn't know whether or not I wanted to face his wrath just yet. But I wanted my best friend so I opened the door

"you look like hell"

"Hi to you to John" I stood to the side and let him walk in. I followed behind him and went to my bed sitting down again. We sat there in silence for a while. I was expecting screaming from him. Maybe even a punch in the wall. Randy was like his brother but there was nothing "What is it you want John?"

"maybe I want some answers" -damnit.- "some answers as to why you broke up with Randy" I sat there and said nothing I was afraid that if I opened my mouth I would vomit. "Answer me"

"There's… there's…" I covered my mouth before I threw up, I took in a deep breath "there is nothing to answer"

"bullshit, what did you do to Randy last night?"

"I broke up with him"

"why?"

"Because I had to" I felt defeated. I didn't need John asking me why I did it. It wasn't making me feel any better. John could read me like an open book, he could tell when I was lying and I could tell he knew right now.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, why did you do it?" he was speaking through gritted teeth, his hands were balled into fists, he was getting extremely pissed off. "Randy is heartbroken I have never seen him in such a state. He doesn't know what to do, he…" I heard my phone bleep madly with a phone call. I got up and looked at the number -great, just what I need right now-

"This really isn't a good time for me right now"
"I just wanted to see how you were doing"
"Bullshit, I don't need this, I don't need you, stop calling me…" I felt the phone being tugged from my hands; I spun round and saw John looking at my phone-
"Who the hell is this?"

"John don't! Give me the phone back" I tried to grab it from him but he held the phone to his ear. My stomach dropped, I reached for the phone again but he kept me at arm's length, I was panicking like a mad woman I jumped for the phone, but he pushed me away

"Who is this?… Bobby?… Why are you calling her?… Oh right… are you serious?… what secrets?…" what I wouldn't give to be able to hear the other end of that conversation. I watched on as John kept silent listening to Bobby on the other end of the phone "oh yeah? Well she will tell me… because I'm her best friend" -wrong thing to say John- I closed my eyes and balled my hands into fists. I kicked John's shin and grabbed the phone

"Who the fuck was that?"
"None of your business"
"best friend? Is it really none of my business? I can't wait to see you, how long have we got to wait now? 5 weeks? I'm counting the days. See you soon" he hung up, but the phone was still pressed to my ear, I bit my bottom lip and dropped the phone to the floor. I didn't look at John, I didn't even cry, I just felt anger boiling inside of me.

I looked up at John, and I was pissed, I lashed out and went to hit him but he got his hands up and grabbed me "what are you doing?! Why did you have to take my phone. You shouldn't have got yourself involved! Do you know what you just did?!"

"Calm the fuck down!"

"No! I WONT CALM DOWN, YOU HAVE JUST MADE EVERYTHING WORSE!" I screamed my anger out, but I still didn't cry. I looked at John and he sat me down on the bed and kneeled in front of me taking hold of my shaking hands

"who the hell was on the phone?"

"it was nobody"

"didn't sound like nobody" I looked at him. Trembling with anger I shook my head

"I'm not saying shit John." he just shook his own head,

"is this got to do with why you split up with Randy?" I didn't say anything it was better that I didn't "does Mickie know?" I still kept my mouth shut,

"get out" he let go of me and stood up. He looked back at me shaking his head he opened his mouth to say something "I said leave"

"I will find out the truth, because I know you didn't want to leave Randy, no matter what you say I know the truth"

"Then why did I break up with him John? I didn't do it for entertainment purposes. Now get the fuck out"

"you need him. Just like he needs you" I pick whatever was to hand up and threw it at the door. It was the control for the TV. It thudded on the wall and broke,

"I said get out" John looked at me as if I'd gone insane, maybe I had, but I lowered my head and looked away from him. I heard the door slam and I jumped slightly my anger subsided. I picked up my purse and went down to the lunch room. I walked in and saw Mickie sitting with Dave she waved me over but I just shook my head. I walked over and grabbed some coffee. I was about to leave when I bumped into Randy. Shit. Damnit. Fuck. Talk about back fucking timing. On my part I guess.

He looked miserable, his eyes were bloodshot and it looked like he hadn't slept all night. I looked at him and I didn't know what to do or say, I opened my mouth to apologize or anything but he held his hand up to stop me. His face was a picture or contempt and anger lanced together as he pushed passed me and continued what he was doing. He picked up a plate of food and sat with Mickie and Dave, they looked over at me standing there and Mickie got up and walked over.

"How are you doing babe?"

"I'm fine, John came to see me, he wasn't pleased"

"I saw him this morning he said something about going to see you"

"yeah well, that wasn't the only thing that happened, while he was there, Bobby called and John grabbed the phone and started talking to him"

"no freaking way" I just nodded my head and took a sip on my coffee,

"I got to get going I only came down for some coffee, make sure Randy knows I'm sorry okay?" I walked back to my room defeated. I had the image of Randy's face locked in my head for the rest of the night, I tried to shut it out but it was still there. I wanted him so badly. I missed him already, I should be with him. Not on my own, staring at a picture of us together like some loser.

I ran my fingers over the photo that was still displayed on my phone. I couldn't look at it anymore I closed it down and felt a tear roll down my cheek, I didn't need to start crying now. My body was crying out to touch Randy, crying out to be with him but i clenched my fists and buried my head into the pillow and falling into a very disturbed sleep.

The following week I walked into the arena with Mickie and Dave. It felt different with Randy not being there, it would always be me and him in the back kissing and joking while Dave used to shout at us because we were being too loud and he couldn't concentrate on driving. I looked at Mickie and smiled I had a match with her tonight, and I needed to get my head in the game.

When we got into the locker room everyone stared at me, I knew why. Like it was a secret that I had broken it off with Randy. But no-body except Mickie knew the truth. And I had a feeling John knew too. He didn't hold what I did and said in the hotel against me. He was an angel in disguise. I had to ask Mickie if she had told John. All these thoughts were racing through my head I didn't know what to think anymore, the stress of it was making me sick. I'd wake up; think about him, then throw up. Lovely start to the day right?

I got changed into my ring gear for the night, a simple Evolution t-shirt and jeans with my kneepads and winged boots. The show was in Germany this week and I was excited. Well, as excited as I could be. Tonight I had a bit to film with Randy, where he would kiss me, and I was looking forward to it. I had to grasp onto tiny pleasures whenever I could. This was one.

"Right you ready to go Mickie?"

"Let's move it" she gripped my arm and we walked out eyes still on me. We both walked over to the gorilla and I saw Randy waiting, I tried to catch my breath but I felt like I was going to be sick "I'll see you soon" Mickie walked away leaving me staring at Randy, I walked over and stood in front of him,

"Hey handsome" I smiled at him and he smiled back -that's good- At least he wasn't screaming 'WHORE!' and dashing me with Holy Water. Small mercies maybe? Or was I just being stupid? Definitely stupid.

"Hey, how are you?"

"I'm good thanks, you ready for this?" he nodded as the camera's started rolling

On Camera

"Hey Summers"

"hey Orton, you waiting on me?"

"Yeah of course I wanted to wish you luck"

"Well thank you. At least I know there's one good egg in Evolution" we both laughed together and it was so natural "look I better get going my match is up, come find me after?"

"for sure" he leaned in and kissed my lips lightly, I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline I always got when he kissed me, as soon as it started it was over, I felt my lips tingle and I smiled at him, and he smiled back and I fell in love all over again. I pulled myself away and walked over to meet Mickie

Vicki Summers vs. Mickie James

I stood in the ring and watched as Mickie came into the ring; the German crowd was cheering us both. When the bell went I shook Mickie's hand. We locked up with me getting the upper hand, I twisted her arm behind her back and held onto the pressure, she kicked my shin and I let up on the hold, she took the advantage and kicked the back of my leg bringing me down to my knee.

She ran at the rope bouncing off she caught me in the face with a sit down dropkick. Holding onto my head I rolled out of the way but Mickie came back at me bringing me to my feet she grabbed my arm and whipped me in the corner, when she came running at me I got my feet up and caught her in the chest. I jumped onto the second rope and waited for her to turn around; when she did I jumped off and landed on her taking her down I threw forearms at her.

I picked her up by her hair and threw her into the ropes, when she came back at me I caught her and slammed her into the mat in a spinebuster. I quickly pinned him but she got the shoulder up at 2. I rolled off and waited for her to get back up, when she did I went to go for her again but she scopped me up into a schoolboy pin. I barely managed to get my shoulde rup before 3. But she came back on to attack kicking me to the floor. I lay flat on my stomach and felt her grab my leg and stretch it into a very painful submission move.

For some reason it was more painful then it should have been. I could feel my kneecap moving, I turned my body and kicked Mickie off of my and rushed to my feet quickly and hobbled a tiny bit. Mickie came at me but I speared her to the floor and hit her with forearms.

I climbed off and picked her up and threw her into the term buckle, I walked over to the other side of the ring and ran at her intending to catch her with a spear, but I felt my weight buckle beneath me and I heard a faint pop. -oh fucking shit- I carried on running at Mickie, my knee was screaming in protest telling me to sit the fuck down, Mickie moved out the way, caught my hair and threw me back into the floor, she straddled my wait and pretended to hit me leaning in close she whispered "what's wrong?"

"My knee" I gasped, the pain was throbbing and constant. It fucking hurt. "I think its dislocated, just end the match" she grabbed me by the hair and put me in her DDT, I landed on my head and didn't even attempt to kick out and Mickie got the one…two…three. When I felt her climbed off of me I grabbed onto my knee, I was in serious pain, my knee felt like it was on fire, I rolled my jeans up and pulled down my kneepad, taking the pressure of it help a little bit, but I still wanted to scream. I could feel the tears leaking from my eyes but right now I didn't care.

The crowd was silent as the EMT's were checking me, but I wasn't listening, I held onto my knee firmly ignoring them when they were telling me to let go so they could check. I heard some of the crowd boo and when I looked up Randy was kneeling over me, my heart jumped to my throat "Vicki let go they need to check your knee" I slowly let go as they tried to straighten my leg I felt a searing pain.

Using my good leg I kicked them off of me "get me the hell out of here! It hurts!" Randy pulled me over and rolled me out of the ring, he placed my arm around his shoulder and he helped me hop to the back.

Backstage-

He helped me over to a chair and sat me down; the doctor had now arrived and was checking my knee I looked over at Randy he was standing there running his hands over his short hair. Mickie was standing at his side looking at me; I felt the tears slipping down my cheeks and the pain in my knee intensifying. "Vicki listen to me, your knee is dislocated I need to slip the bone back into place, if I don't do this now, it's possible it could further injure you knee. It's going to hurt like hell I'm not going to lie"

"don't you have any pain killers?! Anything?!"

"I'm sorry no, nothing strong enough to even tickle the pain you're going to get" I looked at him then I looked up at Randy, his eyes met mine I took in a deep breath

"just do it" I watched as Randy walked over and grabbed my hand and Mickie grabbed the other, a crowd had gathered by now watching on, I looked down at the doc as started cutting my jeans away he pulled off my boots and knee pad. He placed one hand behind my knee and the other gripped firmly

"Are you ready Vicki?" I looked at Randy and he nodded

I just nodded not trusting my voice I buried my head in Randy's chest and squeezed on both his and Mickie's hand, I screamed "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" on the top of my lungs and crushed both hands when I felt the pop and my knee go back into the right place. The pain continued in my knee I gritted my teeth. I was close to hyperventilating so I slowed my breathing.

Randy asked "now what?"

"we have to take you to the hospital so they can check to see the knee is back in place, then we'll know what next" I looked up at Mickie and then at Randy, he was still holding onto my hand I went to let go but he held on tighter

"I'll go with her" he said, I tried not to look at him but I had too.

"Randy you have a match you can't"

"I want to, I don't care about the match, and I want to make sure your okay"

"Mickie can come with me, you shouldn't miss your match I'll be fine" he let go of my hand and nodded at me

"alright, but call me and tell me your what's happening, okay?" he kissed the top of my head and walked away, I put my arm over Mickie's shoulder and the doctors and they took me to the ambulance waiting to take me to the hospital.

I watched as the doctors prodded and checked my knee out, Mickie was sitting next to me looking on. "Right, your knee is back in the correct position, and it won't require surgery" I felt a rush or relief, "…however" shit, nothing good ever happens when a doctor says 'however', "…you need to keep it in a stabilizer, for around 6 weeks while doing physiotherapy, you'll be walking on crutches for around 4 weeks, you need to make sure you keep that knee rested"

"so I take it I'll be out of action for a while?"

"I'm afraid so, roughly 2 months"

"Great, just fucking great" I felt my eyes well with tears, this was not something I needed, Mickie grabbed my hand and sat next to me, "Mickie what am I going to do? I just got another shot at the title and now?! Now I'm out with a fucked up knee!"

"Babe don't worry. Maybe this is a good thing, it's just what you need no distractions, get away clear your head, do you know where you'll be going?"

"Probably back to England. I can do the physiotherapy with my sister, and stay with my mum, and when the tour comes to England I guess I'll be seeing you all then"

"But what about Bobby?"

"We'll cross that road when it comes to it. Look I'll be fine honestly. I'll just hit him with one of my crutches if he comes near me" we both laughed and I lay down on the bed and groaned "oh god… I better call my mum and Steph and let them know what's happening"

"I'll call Randy and give him an update okay? I'll wait outside for you" she got up to leave and I watched as the doctor wrapped my leg up in the stabilizer, he handed me the crutches and my first attempt to stand up with terrible. I regained my composure and started walking to the desk to sign myself out. I met Mickie outside and caught the end of the phone call "yeah I'll tell her… she's out for 2 months… she's heading home she's going to meet us in England when the shows there… I'll talk to you later" she turned round and smiled at me.

"Was that Randy?"

"Yeah he seemed really bummed that you weren't going to finish the rest of the tour"

"well I got to put up with these things for a couple weeks and a busted kneecap, it's not exactly a holiday"

"come on let's get you back to the hotel so we can pack" I hobbled to the car and climbed in with some help from Mickie -this is going to be hell- I opened my phone and called my mum's number

"Hello Carol Summers speaking"
"Hey mum"
"Sweetie how are you?!"
"Not to good mum, I dislocated my kneecap"
"Jesus Christ what happened?"
"I don't know I was going to hit Mickie with a move and while I was running it popped out of place, it sucks"
"what you going to do?"
"I'm coming home early, I'm booking a flight tomorrow, I'm gonna ask Jen to do my physiotherapy with me"
"okay be careful call me with the details and I'll pick you up from the airport, I can't wait to see you!"
"I know I just wish it wasn't because I got injured"
"These things happen, I'll see you soon, I love you"
"love you too mum" I hung up the phone and rested my head against the window, -I'll call Steph tomorrow I can't handle it right now-

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse. Fate deals me another shitty blow. The bastard.