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Dear Agony – Breaking Benjamin
"Suddenly the lights go out. Let forever drag me down.
I will fight for one last breath. I will fight until the end.
And I will find the enemy within,
'Cause I can feel it crawl beneath my skin.
Dear agony, just let go of me.
Suffer slowly, is this the way it's got to be?
Don't bury me, faceless enemy.
I'm so sorry, is this the way it's got to be, dear agony?"
March 1, 2011
Cleveland, Ohio
Hyatt Hotel
5:31 PM
Third Person Omniscient Point of View
He wasn't handling this well at all. His mind was starting to fold on itself and become a gaping hole of nothing. He had started taken his medication again, hoping to get back on the right track. He knew that if he wanted to patch things up with Kayley, he would have to first start with himself. He would have to block out the voices for good and not listen to them. He would start with himself as much as it pained him to wait. He had nothing left to lose. He had already lost his fiancée, his home, his child, everything. Everything he worked so hard to get, he had lost in a fit of rage.
He had had red film over his eyes. He didn't understand what was going on at the time. He had told her he had cheated on her, after she had admitted to kissing John Cena. John Cena. That diabolical man was everywhere! He was everywhere, stealing everything away from him. He had always stolen everything away from him. He was probably with Kayley right now, helping her through this, when it should be him, Randal Keith Orton. But no. No, Randy was sitting in his hotel room, staring out the window in deep thought. It was an empty hotel room. There was no light or happiness that was usually surrounding him. Kayley had been that for him.
Everything seemed to fall back towards John fucking Cena. He was the reason it took so long for Randy and Kayley to admit in the first place that they loved each other. John was her best friend and her knight in shining armor. The one who would rescue her from evil, violent Randy. Someone would always need to be rescued from him. He was heading for damnation and he was trying to stop from falling. He was trying to get back on the right path.
"If they think they've seen violent, they have no idea what I am willing to do." Randy growled darkly at the window. The rain pounded on the glass, reminding him that he was still alone.
The thoughts started to form in his head and the mental image he was getting was slowly consuming him. He broke his gaze from the storm and walked towards his bag, ripping it open and grabbing his pill bottle. He dumped one, solitary pill into his hand before bringing it up to his mouth and dry swallowing it. He shouldn't think like that. He took a sip of water and walked over to the bed, laying down on it. His hands were behind his head and his ankles were crossed. He stared at the ceiling, watching the lights flicker as the thunder shook the building. It wasn't long until the storm had cut off the power.
That was fine with him. He was perfectly fine laying in the dark. He was alone, he knew that. He also knew that Kayley was a long way away from him. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes. Kayley, his light in the darkness. The one who helped him become who he is. In reality, he seemed to be cool, calm, and collected but that couldn't be farther from the truth. He was dying inside. He was literally dying because it was his fault they were in this position. He was trying to give off the impression that he didn't care because that was what is expected of him. His insides churned at every thought that was either violent or evil. He wanted nothing more than to run over to the window and crash through the glass just to fall down towards the sidewalk. He would be put out of his misery but he would cause more for Kayley.
He choked a bit on his emotions before he felt something wet on his cheek. He opened his eyes, thinking the rain had started to leak through the ceiling. No, no that was not what was on his cheek. He was crying. Tears had slipped from his eyes without his say so. He sat up and wiped his face off. It didn't last long until more started to come down. He had never accidently let his emotions slip away from him. He was crying in his hotel room over the madness and chaos he caused.
He opened his cell phone, staring at pictures of them in his photo album. He was tempted to call her but she would probably just hang up on him. He didn't want to risk it, not yet. He wanted to give her time to heal before he stepped back in. He knew it was a bad idea but he didn't know what else to do. He always ran away, he ran and hid himself away from the world. He put on the strong front of a careless man for the world to see. He knew who he was. John and Kayley did also. He only hoped Shawn and Hunter saw it too.
He sighed and put the cell phone down. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes again, folding his hands into his lap.
"I never do this and you know it's all knew to me…but…I'm praying Eddie. I'm praying to you because I need help. I am in a desperate state and I have no idea what to do. That girl, that kid that you took under your wing, well…she means everything to me man. I love her and I know I have a funny way of showing it but I really do love her. I just don't know how to tell her or show her. I can't be myself around her because then I hurt her. I know I am the reason I am in this mess but I am just asking for some sort of sign that I'm not alone. I need someone to help me." Randy pleaded, keeping his eyes closed. He could feel the tears on his face again. "I'm suffering because I know I can help it. I'm in agony, I love her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Eddie, please, help me. Help me get better. Help me show her that I am not a bad person…even though I am a horrible man."
The dark, angry grey sky was peeking through the window. The rain continued to pound on the glass and thunder kept ripping across the sky. Lightning would light up everything for a brief moment before disappearing, returning everything to its original state. It's original angry state.
He opened his eyes and sighed heavily, running a hand over his short hair. "Eddie…can you tell our child that I am sorry?"
He had nothing left to give.
March 1, 2011
Cleveland, Ohio
Some Arena
7:34 PM
In the back of the locker room Hunter, was pacing back and forth. He had confronted the Deadman already; he had issued the challenge to face him at WrestleMania. He wanted to get Mark back the best way he knew how, he wanted to end that Streak Mark took so much pride in. He had hurt his adopted daughter, badly, and that didn't set well with him. His stomach was twisting at the thought of Mark being the rat. How could he?
"Hunter, I don't think this is a good idea." Shawn mumbled from the couch, watching Mark talk in the middle of the ring. "There are better ways to get him back."
"Do you not understand?" Hunter snapped, making his way towards his best friend. "Granted, Kayley is your daughter but I feel like I have to step up and defend her."
"Do you think that I don't want to kick Mark's teeth in? I DO!" Shawn yelled at him. He stood up and looked The Game in the eye. "My daughter has been put through Hell the moment she set FOOT in this company. I feel like it's my fault! I want to tell her that it's going to be okay when I know it's not. Lord knows that I want to."
"She was abused by the Nexus for months. I need to defend her!"
"You don't HAVE to do anything Paul!"
"I feel like I have to!"
"She can fight her own battles!"
"And how has that been going for her?"
"She's not your daughter!"
"SHE'S AS GOOD AS GOD DAMN IT!"
Silence came over the pair quickly. Hunter had just denounced Shawn's God in vain and Shawn's stomach started to twist. The pain was written all on his face as Hunter just stared at him, obviously not sorry for what he just said.
"What am I supposed to do Hunter?" Shawn asked quietly.
"You let me handle it. We may never know the reasons behind Mark's actions because, honestly, he doesn't need any reasons. He just does what he wants to do. But if that's how he wants to play, well, I am more than happy to do exactly what I want to do for once."
"Hunter…" Shawn started.
"No, he wants to fuck," Shawn flinched. "With my family, well, he just opened the gates of Hell. He'll be praying to the good Lord above by the end of WrestleMania." Hunter grumbled, throwing his water bottle at the wall making it explode and water come flying out of the top. "She is my daughter, blood or not, she is what I live for besides my own children with Stephanie. No one disrespects my children!"
Shawn watched Hunter walk briskly from the locker room. He sighed and sat down on the couch, wondering what was happening around him. Meanwhile, Hunter stalked his way towards Mark's locker room. He was planning on waiting for him to come back. Oh, he was going to wait for him and give him the best fucking beating he ever had the chance to get! He wanted to give Mark a little taste of what he was going to do to him come WrestleMania. He was going to be careful to the time leading up to the biggest event of the year, but when he hit the stage, it would be on.
He slammed the locker room door open but all Mark did was look up slowly, his eyes glinting dangerously at the thought of someone barging into his private space. Hunter nodded towards the door after looking at Michelle. She knew her place and left the room, closing the door carefully behind her. Hunter stood there, looking at Mark as if he was Randy. His eyes glittered with hatred and fury, the same way he looked at Randy Orton now. His body language, alone, told everyone around him that he was not the one to be approached at the moment.
"I want to get this straight, Kayley is my daughter and I will not settle for her to get hurt like she has. So I just want to know the answer to one question…"
"I already know what you're going to ask Hunter," Mark replied, standing up and facing the respected man. "Honestly, I did it because Phil told me to. He wanted to know and I don't lie."
"You couldn't have let that moral slip by this one time?"
"Family doesn't lie to each other."
"OBVIOUSLY HE ISNT FAMILY!"
Mark's face hardened. "Even if you like it or not, everyone in this company is family. We all have siblings or cousins that we hate, Phil happens to be that cousin to you. Let me tell you one thing, Hunter, Phil is in love with your dau-"
"NOT ANOTHER ONE!" Hunter groaned loudly. "We have John Cena, Randy Orton, and now Phil Brooks? I can only handle Cena and I'm barely handling Orton at this moment, there is no way I will handle Brooks in this now."
"You need to think back for a second," Mark sat back down on the couch, stretching out. Hunter joined him, waiting for some explanation as to why Phil Brooks liked Kayley. "Phil was there when she was accidently drugged, he was there when she started to drink, he was there when Hardy was still in the business. Hell, he was himself when he was throwing socks at her. Now that Orton stepped in, do you think it's all going to go away? No, not by a long shot. He thought they had bonded over those times. Obviously he was wrong if she went back to that kid Orton."
Hunter thought for a moment. Yeah, it all seemed to make sense but there was one problem. "Why do you care?"
"She's family."
"Don't give me that bullshit Mark. You don't give a damn about that. You don't give a damn about that girl; you've proved that over the past years."
"I did it for her own good. No one wants her to go back to that kid. No one. I heard he beat her and you know I don't like that." Mark's eyes glinted. "I personally saw that Phil was fit for her."
"You are a lying sack of shit Calaway." Hunter spoke up boldly. He, personally, didn't know if he was stupid or brave by calling The Undertaker a sack of shit. Those two lines come really close to being the same more often that Hunter would like to admit. "You don't care about Kayley or anything she has been through. So why don't you just give up the façade and tell me the real damn reason you were the rat."
"I can't give you an answer, Hunter." Mark shrugged. "Either way, you won't accept it. For all you know, I could be telling the truth right now or I could have been lying to you. That's for you to figure out."
"You better watch your back Deadman because I'm coming after you." He said simply, his voice lowering so deeply that he nearly choked on his own anger. "You will not hurt my family or my best friend again."
Mark stood back up as Hunter did the same. They faced each other and stood in silence for a long time before he spoke up. "Then these next few weeks will not be your favorite."
