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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY!
Yep, you read it right! Exactly one year ago, I posted the very first chapter of this FanFiction on this site, not knowing how much it would go on and if there would be someone reading it! And instead, here I am... 365 days after, 35 chapters written, the story arrived to its half and still the same passion I had at the beginning of the story and still with many ideas for it!
If I have given all of myself in this story is also for all of you, because, as I always say, writing for me is wonderful, but writing for all of you, who kept to support me and this FanFic, is an honor!
So, thank you... Thank you from the bottom of my heart! Thanks for everytime you read a chapter of mine, thanks for every review, thanks for getting in touch with me in private, via pm, facebook or tumblr... and thanks to Anything but Ordinary for keeping me company through this year full of emotions which I have lived (and I hope you all have lived, as well) with Lydia, Jon, Colby, Joe and the others!
And let's cheers to a new year full of inspiration, emotions, new friendships and more beautiful things!
At the end of the chapter, you'll find a birthday surprise ;)
PS. Thanks to ChelleLew to have revisioned this English version of the chapter! And thanks also to RochelleCO4 for helping me with some sentences when I just think they don't make any sense lol
Just some informations before you get your head in the reading:
-I'm Italian, so English isn't my first language. I'm trying to do my best to translate it, but if there are any grammatical mistakes or other kind of mistakes, feel free to let me know: I'd really like to improve my English knowledge;
-The title of the story, "Anything but Ordinary" comes from a song by Avril Lavigne. The lyrics are quoted in the first chapters and many part of it will eventually be used as chapters' name. If you have never listened it, go search it on youtube: it's really amazing and it's the thing that inspired this entire story;
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-There will be strong languages, violence and sex scenes.
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35. I get drunk on jealousy
And it's a sad picture
The final blow hits you
Somebody else gets what you wanted again
And you know it's all the same
Another time and place
Repeating history
And you're getting sick of it
«May I know why she's the one choosing the music even when she's not in the passenger seat, when we agreed the passenger has control of the radio?» Jon asked from his seat in the back next to Lydia.
She looked away from the nighttime city, which ran outside the window, to stick her tongue out to him; Jon glared at her in response.
They had just left the Arena and were going to "McNellie's", an Irish pub whose owner was a huge friend of Sheamus. According to what Renee had told Jon "You could find the better beer of the zone there."
Roman, sitting on the passenger seat, turned around to glance at the two in the back.
«Because I, unlike you, am a gentleman. And I let the woman decide.»
Jon rolled his eyes. «Ya not a gentleman, ya just a pussy.» he taunted him.
Lydia hit him with a light blow on his arm. «Don't listen to him, Ro. He understands nothing about women!»
Jon grabbed the wrist of the hand with which she had hit him. «I would not try that again.» he warned «And then, I understand nothing about women, huh? And yet, it seems to me I'm doing a pretty good job with ya.» he added, with a cocky smirk.
«Meh.» Lydia answered, shrugging «You could do better.» she provoked him.
Jon raised both his eyebrows. «I could…? Oh, ya gonna pay for this, kiddo.»
«Uh-oh.» Lydia said, pouting and flattening herself against the flap.
«There's no escape, darlin'.» Jon smirked, with an odd sparkle in his gaze, scooting closer to her to press her against the door.
«Guys, please.» Colby said with an exasperated smile in his voice «Wait until we're at the pub and then you can withdraw and do what you want in private.»
Joe burst out laughing and Lydia flushed, as a new smirk opened on Jon's lips. He was so shameless and so at ease!
«Oh, don't worry, we'll do that for sure. I need to teach her how to behave.» he promised.
Lydia widened her eyes. «I hope you're just kidding.» she answered, trying to pull him away, with no results.
His chest, on which she had now rested both her hands, was warm and hard under her cold and soft fingers, a contrast which had always made butterflies bear in her stomach.
Jon seemed to become aware of the effect he was having on her, because, without looking away from her eyes, with those irises which now, in the dimlight of the car, seemed to be two incredible and shining sapphires, he raised one hand and rested it over hers, pressing it on his chest. Lydia could feel his heart beating against her fingers and she instinctively smiled.
«Nope.» he finally said «Tonight ya gave me quite enough reasons to punish ya. And I'm gonna punish ya, ya'll see.» he had whispered those last words directly in her ear, making sure she was the only one in the car who could catch them. A pure, excited shiver ran up her back and Jon sniggered, amused and delighted.
He loved the way Lydia reacted to him.
«And… and what did I do?» she murmured back, as her eyes frantically moved from one of his irises to the other. «What are you going to do?»
«Oh, ya don't need to worry, 'bout that, Sunshine. Ya'll know when it's time.»
Lydia frowned, curious and baffled, but he just winked and finally pulled away, leaving her again the possibility to move… and to breathe.
Jon was really always able to take the breath out of her. And it wasn't just a figure of speech.
McNellie's wasn't the quiet alehouse Lydia expected to see. It was a huge, crowded pub, entirely in shades of black and dark blue, illuminated just by soft lights which didn't let you distinguish the shoes from the marble floor.
As soon as they entered the main room, they were immediately deafened by the confusional hoo-ha of the clients and by the background music, unnoticeable among all the noises and the laughs coming from the wild crowd.
«Good thing that it should be a quiet do…!» Lydia said and she had to almost shout those words to let the others hear her.
Dean was just behind her, one hand protectively rested on the small of her back, to keep her near.
«Ya the one of insisted to come here.» he answered, thinning his gaze and giving a look around.
«Wanna call it a night and just go away?» Roman offered, running one hand through his long, raven hair. He was already bewildered by the chaos inside the pub.
Truth be told, the only thing he wanted to do, was to go back to the hotel, video-call Galina and go to sleep.
«Oh, c'mon, guys! Don't be a party poopers! We're here, let's have fun!» Seth intervened, looking around with shining eyes.
He, unlike Roman, really needed to drink and have fun.
Dean bent forward, bringing his lips to Lydia's ear «If ya wanna go…» he murmured, brushing his lips against her ear «Ya just have to tell me.»
Lydia smiled and turned her head, her bright eyes immediately met Jon's clear and intense ones, but she couldn't answer him.
«Dean! You're finally here!»
The guy looked away from Lydia to glance beyond her head. She turned around, following his eyes, until she found the figure of…
«Renee.» Jon greeted her, no particular inflection in his voice.
The blonde interviewer was coming toward them with a very sweet smile on her lips; Lydia instinctively stiffened.
There was nothing she could do about it, she didn't like that girl at all. And there was nothing really surprising in that, considering she knew what kind of relationship Renee had had with the guy who was now Lydia's boyfriend. But it was in the past, right? Jon was with her, now. She shouldn't be worried at all, should she?
And then, why she felt a knot twisting her stomach, as she watched her approaching them?
Renee was really stunning that night: she was wearing a black sheath dress, which stuck to her lean body like a second skin, emphasizing her curves. The low neckline, which was of a semi-transparent lace, was adorned by a necklace with a black opal dangling on it. A red jacket, coordinated to the high heeled boots she was wearing, cunningly covered her arms. A black headband and a pair of pearl earrings completed her clothing, making her really very, excessively, beautiful.
Almost instinctively, Lydia lowered her gaze to look at herself, feeling a bit in awe: she was wearing a simple bordeaux jersey and a pair of jeans and not even the black high knee boots, which she loved so much, were able to make her feel like she could hold a candle to Renee and her breath-taking clothing.
She definitely need to have a drink.
«You took your time, I though you changed your minds!» Renee warbled, once she arrived near them «Roman, Seth!» she greeted them and the two men reciprocated with a nod of their heads and a smile.
«Traffic's a bitch.» Jon simply answered, shrugging.
Renee nodded, still with that bright smile on her lips lucid of red lipstick. Then, her doe-eyes leaned on Lydia and it was quite evident, from the surprised expression her face gained, she hadn't noticed her.
Nor she had expected to see her.
«Oh!» she exclaimed «Sorry, didn't see you! We… we already met, didn't we?» she asked, as her smile became unsure «Lylia, right?»
«Well, actually it's…»
«Lydia!»
Everyone turned toward the voice which had pronounced the name correctly: Dolph Ziggler.
A spontaneous smile bent Lydia's lips and her tensed expression softened.
Jon, unlike her, clenched his jaw, looking the blonde man with hostile air.
Nick had his blonde hair slicked back by hand gel and a Cheshire cat smile which showed his white and perfect teeth. The black jacket coordinated with his trousers, covered a huge part of the fuchsia t-shirt he was wearing. Jon had never found an answer to how Ziggler could wear the pink that way and never seem gay.
«You're finally here!» Nick exclaimed, wrapping her in a hug.
Lydia widened her eyes in surprise and Jon had the same reaction.
He was doing that on purpose! Son of a…
Jon tightened one hand in a fist.
Lydia awkwardly giggled and wriggled free from the hug, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
«Traffic.» she answered.
Okay, it seemed the same scene of briefly before.
Dolph nodded and smiled, then he shifted his gaze beyond her and looked at the three members of The SHIELD.
«Guys.» he greeted them.
«Nick.» Colby cordially answered.
«Hey, Nemeth.» this was Roman, who added a nod of his head.
Dean didn't say anything, he just stared at him with such an intensity it seemed he wanted to pierce his head and see what there was inside it. No, maybe he just wanted to pierce it.
A tensed silence fell on the definitely mismatched group and not even the confusion of the pub was able to fill it.
«So…» Renee was the one to unblock the situation «Wanna come to our tables? I already ordered you a beer, Dean! Your favorite one!»
Jon finally looked away from Dolph to address a lazy smile to the blonde. «Thanks, darling.»
Lydia stiffened again, hearing him using that nickname for Renee.
And then, what was that showing off?
"I ordered you a beer, your favorite one!" Lydia parroted her in her mind, wrinkling her nose into an annoyed grimace.
Brava, you know his tastes!
And that bothered her to death… because she had absolutely no idea which was Jon's favorite beer.
«Yeah, let's go, sweets.» Dolph's voice interrupted her thoughts «They do an amazing fruity cocktail here! And then, I wanna introduce you to the others: they are all so curious to meet the mysterious, red-dressed ring-announcer!»
Lydia blushed and giggled.
Others? How many others were there?
«So, let's go! This way!» Renee said again, pointing the inside of the local with a nod of her head, inviting them to follow her.
«Let's go…» Roman sighed, shaking his head, dropping his idea of going back to the hotel.
«C'mon, we're here to have fun, Ro! Don't have that funeral face! A beer and everything goes okay!» Seth exclaimed enthusiastically, patting him on the back «Lead the way, Ren!»
They started to go toward the table, but before Lydia could take one single step and follow them, someone grabbed her wrist, forcing her to remain exactly where she was.
«Ya didn't tell me Ziggler was here, too, and he invited ya…» Jon murmured in her ear «That's why ya insisted so much for us to come here? To spend a relaxing soiree with Ziggy?» his low and husky voice, in addition of being awfully sexy, was also a mixture of annoyance and ill-concealed rage.
Lydia turned her head, to look at the profile which he, bending toward her shoulder, was offering her.
«It's a friend, Jon. And then, you're here because Renee asked you to, aren't you?»
Jon glared at her and her stomach twisted. «No, Sunshine. I'm here cos you asked me to.»
And with that statement, he was gone, preceding her and joining the others.
Lydia stared at his broad back and let a trembling sigh go.
The others who Dolph Ziggler told about were pretty much half of the roster. To the huge table, already full of glasses, appetizers and so much alcohol. Through the general confusion Lydia could only glance about and recognize the whole Total Divas cast – The Bella Twins, with their boyfriends; the Usos, Naomi and Cameron; Eva Marie; Natalya with Tyson Kidd; Summer Rae and Fandango… She could identify Sheamus, because his pale skin stood out in the darkness, and the one next to him should have been Wade Barrett. Probably, there were many others – just like Randy Orton and a blonde girl, who she had never seen before, who were returning from the dance floor and who took place next to Damien Sandow and Cesaro.
Lydia was dazed, both because of the confusion of the pub and because she had found herself being thrown in that world which for her, in spite of everything, still belonged to the TV screen.
«C'mon, come sit with us, babe!» Dolph invited her, smiling and grabbing her by a wrist, leading her next to Bryan and Brie, who smiled.
«Here the beautiful, mysterious ring-announcer is!» the twin exclaimed: she had a very sweet smile and was wearing a simple white and blue plaid shirt and a pair of jeans, which made Lydia feel again at ease in her own clothes.
«It's her.» Dolph said, taking a seat next to Lydia and passing her a transparent stem glass, with an orange liquid inside, which smelled of exotic fruits «Lydia, they're Brie and Bryan, but you already know them, I guess.»
Lydia smiled and grabbed the glass, thanking him with a nod and taking a sip from the cocktail: it was really sweet!
«Yeah, I know who they are. But it's nice to meet you in person!» she exclaimed, surprisingly keeping at bay her fan-girlish side.
«How did you arrive in WWE? We've never seen you before!» Bryan said curious, drinking his beer «However, let me tell you: you did really good, for being your first time out there!»
«Yep, unlike someone else…!» Brie sniggered, glancing toward Eva Marie, who was sitting next to her.
«Hey! I heard you, Brianna!» she rebuked her, pinching her on an arm.
«What? Do you wanna say it's not true?» the twin retorted.
«Gnè gnè!» Eva answered, sticking her tongue out to her.
Lydia chuckled and her eyes wandered along the table, looking for her adventure's mates: Roman Reigns was next to the Usos and was laughing, maybe to a joke; Seth was now sitting in company with the blonde girl she had previously seen with Orton. Lydia scrutinized them with a curious glance: they both seemed to have an odd behavior; she was tensed and he seemed to be in awe. She shrugged, deciding to leave them to their privacy, and her eyes immediately went to look for Jon.
He wasn't at the table.
She looked around, searching for him inside the room, with her heart which ran fast in her throat.
What if he went away with the Young?
She swallowed, agitated…. until she saw him.
Jon was sitting on a stool near the bar, with a glass of whiskey in one hand… and he was looking at her.
Lydia felt all of the tension she had gathered quickly dissolving itself and her shoulders sagged down. She couldn't help but smile at him. His eyes, initially stern and concentrated, softened and one of his cocky smirk bent his wonderful lips, making her heart to tremble and making her blush. Jon raised the glass in her direction and winked.
«Come here.» Lydia mouthed, nodding toward the table.
Jon shook his head. «You come here.» he answered.
Lydia bit her lips, to repress a new smile, and he intensively looked at her. «Don't.» he warned her, hiding in that word a menace, as he stared at her lips.
«So, are they true all the rumors about you?» It was the cheerful and ringing voice of Nikki Bella to interrupt the exchange between Lydia and Jon, forcing the girl to look away from him to return giving her attention to the group surrounding her.
Lydia cocked her head to one side, frowning and lightly blushing: Nikki, unlike her sister Brie, was anything but inconspicuous. She was wearing a red dress, its neckline really low, which left bare more than the simple valley between her round and huge breasts, and she had a red lipstick on her lips, now bent into an captivating smile.
«What rumors?» Lydia asked curious, taking another sip from her cocktail: yes, it was definitely good.
Nikki leaned toward her, putting on display her breasts. «The ones saying you are with the three hounds of The SHIELD.» she said with a malicious, little voice, glancing toward Seth and Roman, now near one to another. Dean was still at the bar.
Lydia blushed and nervously bit her bottom lip. «Oh, ehm… yes, they are. I'm with them.»
«Oooooh!» Nikki said, acquiring a gossipy air «I told you she their protégé!» she exclaimed, looking at Brie and stretching one hand toward her.
The other twin huffed and looked up to the sky, grabbing her purse and pulling out a ten dollars bill, which she gave to Nikki.
«Did you bet on it?» Bryan asked amused.
«You know with bet on everything!» Nikki sniggered.
«How did you know… I'm with them?» Lydia asked curious, looking at Dolph «Did you tell her?»
«If it's that so, Nemeth, you cheated!» Brie exclaimed.
Nick raised his hands. «I have nothing to do with that, I said nothing!»
«No, it wasn't Nick to tell me, little sister!» Nikki retorted «You are such a distrustful bitch!»
«How is that you were so sure, then?» Bryan asked, plumping for his bride-to-be.
«Oh, come on, guys! You're all so blind!» Nikki exclaimed «You could see a mile off! Did you not see how they all look at her, during RAW? The SHIELD has no interactions if not with their targets… and with the Young.» she added, glancing toward the blonde girl, who was now, surprise, surprise, next to Ambrose. Lydia, luckily taken with that conversation, didn't see them talking. «And yet, tonight, they are all suddenly hob-nob with the new, beautiful ring-announcer! It was quite obvious there was something behind it.» Nikki concluded, feeling like a good judge.
«Hey, you talking about us?» Colby said, approaching the group and taking a seat next to Lydia «I hope they're not harassing you too much, sweetheart.» he added, circling her shoulders with one arm and kissing her on a cheek.
Lydia flushed and shook her head. «No, not at all! We're just having a good chat!» she giggled.
«Yeah, take it easy, Rollins. We ain't touching your new flame.» Cena said, approaching Nikki and hugging her from behind, as she relaxed under his touch.
Lydia widened her eyes. «I-I… I'm not his new…» she stuttered, but no-one was listening to her, because Scream & Shout by Will I Am and Britney Spears played in the room, drawing everybody's attention.
«Awwww, let's go dance this, pleeeease!» Nikki exclaimed to John, who smiled exasperated and pleased her, letting himself being dragged toward the dance floor.
They were soon joined by Brie and Bryan, Tyson Kidd and Natalia and the whole Total Divas' cast. They started to get wild, among strobe lights and the fog which filled the room.
Lydia observed the scene amused, trying to ignore Seth Rollins' arm, still around her shoulders.
«C'MON, BEAUTIFUL RING-ANNOUNCER! COME DANCING WITH US!» The Bellas shouted in one voice, reaching her and grabbing her each by an arm.
«No, girls, really I…!» she tried to protest in vain.
«C'MON, DON'T PLAY HARD TO GET! LET'S GO!» they lifted her up, but she turned laughing and dragged also Colby with them.
«Hey, watcha doing?» Seth chuckled, getting up.
«If I go, you come! Where's Roman?!» she screamed, as Rollins and her were dragged in the middle of the dancing crowd.
They danced like crazy and Lydia couldn't stop laughing.
Colby found himself looking at her and thinking that, in those moments when she forgot about everything and she was simply herself one hundred percent, Lydia was even more stunning.
He grabbed her by an hand and made her do some pirouettes, but then Dolph Ziggler took her away from him and started to dance with her: it was nothing sexy, they were just acting like fools, wriggling around like kids.
At the end, Lydia exited from the crowd just to take Damien and Cesaro with her and they followed her, amusingly laughing. Also Roman was eventually involved and they started to dance all together.
Lydia could return to the table after what had to be at least five, infinite songs. She was tired and dazed and thirsty, so she grabbed the cocktail she had left on the table and finished it with three, long sips. Unsatisfied and with her throat still dry, she went to the bar.
«Hi, honey, what can I get you?» the barman asked, smiling at her.
Lydia was flushed, with her cheeks red, her eyes shining and her hair a total mess.
«Can you give me one of those fruity cocktails? Don't know what there was inside, a friend give it to me!» she screamed, to be heard in spite of the loud music.
«I guess it was a Passion Fruit. Be right back, honey.»
«Thank you!» Lydia smiled, sitting on the stool and waiting, as she rummaged in her purse, searching for money.
The barman put a new glass of that fruity cocktail in front of her and he even added a strawberry in it. «Put that bill away, baby. It's on me!»
Lydia widened her eyes. «W-what? Really…?!»
«Yep, you're such a gorgeous girl, it's a pleasure!»
It was quite obvious that guy was making a pass at her and indeed…
«If you want, as soon as I knock off work, I could offer you something else, maybe in a more tranquil place?»
Lydia swallowed and blushed, awkwardly playing with the stem of the glass. «Oh, ehm… well, I don't think it's…»
«C'mon, don't play hard to get, honey. We go drink something, nothing special!» the barman persisted, addressing her a charming smile.
«No, really, I don't…»
Suddenly, a warm presence behind her made her stiffen. A tanned arm passed next to her, handing the barman a twenty dollars bill. «A Tennent's and whatever the girl is having.»
Roman.
The barman took the bill and looked at him suspiciously. «What the girl is having is already offered by me.» he retorted, in a standoffish tone.
«Nah, I don't think so. I pay for her.» Joe persisted, in an hard tone.
«Who are you, her boyfriend?» he asked with a scornful voice, raising her brow.
«Luckily for you, I am not.» Joe answered «Her boyfriend would have already beaten the hell out of you, believe me. And now, think about your job and gimme my beer.»
The barman widened his nostrils and Lydia thought smoke would exit from them, but then he had to take the hint and let it go, putting the bill in the register and preparing the beer for Roman.
Well, of course no-one would be this brave to challenge a colossus as Roman Reigns.
«Thanks.» Lydia sighed, reclining her head back to look at Joe, who winked.
«No problem, baby girl.» he took the beer the guy put in front of him and it was enough another cold glare to convince him to give up talking again to Lydia.
«Jon sends you to be my bodyguard?»
«Nah, I'm just keeping an eye out for him.» Joe answered nonchalantly, shrugging and taking a sip from his beer «You having fun?»
«Isn't it clear?» she giggled, drinking too from her cocktail.
«From the way you forced half, male roster to follow you on the dance floor? Naaaah!» he teased her, winking again.
Lydia laughed again and she whirled on the stool, so she could directly look at him, then she looked around the chaotic room. «Have you seen Jon?»
Roman duplicated her movement and look around, trying to locate him. «Oh, there he is!» he said, pointing him with one hand.
Lydia follow the trajectory of his finger: Jon was sitting at the table, where she was before – they had practically swapped places – and, next to him, Renee Young was skittish smiling, resting one of her hands on his hard biceps.
Dolph's words filled her mind.
"Be careful of that girl, Lydia. She has got a crush on your Lunatic Fringe. It's not a secret they have an affair… or had it."
No, it definitely wasn't a secret.
And then, why was he smiling like that, with those adorable dimples on his cheeks and a so relaxed attitude?
Lydia felt her heart hurt like someone had inserted one hand inside her chest and had tightened it.
«…okay?» Joe's voice forced her to come back to reality.
She shook her head and struggled to look away from them; she finally glanced at the Samoan. «What did you say?»
«Wanna come back to the table? People here is starting to push me and I don't really want to start a brawl with some drunk who's in high spirits!»
Coming back to the table? To Jon and… Renee? Yeah, what a wonderful idea!
«Wait…» she said and, under Joe's curious and bewildered eyes, Lydia tossed the cocktail off «Can I have another one of these?» she asked at the barman and, before anybody could protest, she gave him a ten dollars bill, to pay for herself.
«Easy, tiger. Aren't you going too far?» Roman asked worried.
Lydia shrugged. «It's not that strong: lots of fruit, modest alcohol.»
The barman gave her a new Passion Fruit, but with no strawberries inside, this time. Dickhead.
She grabbed it and got up, nodding Joe to lead the way.
Next on Anything but Ordinary...
"Excuse me...?"
Jon turned around, finally looking away from Lydia and observing the man standing next to him.
"You know that girl?"
"Why?"
"You know her or not?"
Jon just briefly nodded.
"I'm quite in a rush, but could you give this to her for me, please?"
The man handed a business card to Jon.
Among the usual sweetness...
Jon reached her and, in a heart-beat, Lydia found herself being wrapped in his strong arms. All the muscles of his body were still tensed and hard because of the match he had just competed in.
"Let's go away... just the two of us. Annul whatever ya had planned. Get away. Get away with me."
Uncontrollable reactions...
"I FUCKIN' TOLD YA!" Jon shouted, flinging himself at Colby and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
"Jon, you should calm yourself down, it's just..."
"FUCK YOU! NOW THEY'RE GONNA TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME AND IT'S ALL OF HIS FAULT!"
People from the past...
"Oh my gosh... Lydia!"
Lydia turned around just in time for being swaped.
A girl with short, blonde hair was hugging her.
"B...?"
And more memory's problems...
"Lydia, what ya remember about yesterday night?"
"Not so much... why? Oh my God! I did or said something wrong?!"
"No, calm down... ya did nothing. But ya really don't remember anything?"
"No... I'm sorry. What happened, Jon?"
The whole situation becomes even more complicated...
"Sethie... are you okay? What...?"
Seth Rollins turned toward her, swaying on unstable legs. His big, dark eyes were full of a stormy rage.
"She broke up with me..." he whispered "Leighla broke up with me and it's all of your fault!" he suddenly shouted, making her wince.
"Col.. what are you tal-"
Lydia couldn't finish the sentence, because suddenly Seth was on her.
And when the truth comes to light...
"Hey, little fighter: what's happened to you? You seem... shocked."
Lydia stared at him, without knowing what to say. Then, she hid her face behind her hands and finally allowed herself to break down.
And you start to ask for help...
"What can you remember about your past, miss Russo?"
Lydia looked at the white ceiling and sighed.
"Little or no. There are flashes... confused memories. I don't really know."
"Talk to me about them. What do you see?"
"Moments. Soiree with my family. Hanging out with some friends, but I canit recognize their faces. Days spent to train myself, maybe in a gym or with my jujitsu class. But everytime I try to focus on one single memory, it disappears."
"What about your parents? How did they take the news?"
Lydia closed her eyes. "They..."
Things keeps to be Anything but Ordinary!
"JON! WATCH IT!"
(...)
The big, black SUV was upside down on the grass, the wheels still going in the air.