A/N: Chapter seven. This chapter will be in two POV. Debra's and Steve's.
Disclaimer: SCSA and Debra own themselves. Vince McMahon owns the WWF.
"Convenient Store Convenience"
Chapter Seven- Steve and Debra
STEVE:
"Bye," I said softly. The plane flew off. And Debra flew out of my life. I mean, even though I told her we'd be in contact, I knew that was never going to happen. She was all the way across the country. And she would never be faithful. She's too good of a gal to stay single.
I know. Calling Debra unfaithful is cruel. But some handsome guy from up north will totally sweep her off of her feet. And old Steve will be left in the dust. I'll try to stay with her as long as I possibly can.
I sigh and head for the door. I look up for the plane. It's already gone. I just wish I had wings and could fly up to it. I'd talk to the pilot. "Hey!" I'd call. "Don't go! The love of my life is being taken away from me!" I sigh again as I open the car door. It still has the scent of Debbie's perfume.
It smells sweeter now. I tap the steering wheel. My foot steps on something, but it's not the brake. It's… a bag. It's Debra's! It's the one of all her drawings! Oh, no! She left her drawings!
"I'll send it to her after she calls," I tell myself aloud. I step on the brake, and was off. The speed limit was 60, but I was too angry to care. I raced at 65. Then I reached seventy. I was going faster; I was already up to eighty. This incredible surge of risk went through my body. I felt like I was flying.
"YES!" I shouted. I pounded on the brake faster, and I threw my head back and laughed. I knew I was going to die. But Debra wasn't with me so I really didn't care. Yes, I knew I was being selfish.
I glanced at the speedometer. It read ninety. Ninety! "Glory Hallelujah!" I shouted. I saw a blue van in front me. "Hey, asshole! Watch-" CRASH! The car went right into my and I jerked through the windshield. All of a sudden, I was on top of the hood of my car. I had glass scattered all over me. I smelled my own blood.
The guy in the car in front of me was moaning. His arm was dangling. I looked down and I saw my arm in a twisted position. Shit. I had a deep gash on my leg, and blood flowed freely out of me. I began to see black. I heard sirens on the way.
DEBRA;
I was in a window seat. I hate heights. But the crab next to me wouldn't switch. So I pulled down my shade. Oh. I just got this feeling in the pit of my stomach. Like I have a really bad ache. Something is wrong, because I didn't have anything to eat yet.
It's a twisted kind of feeling. A woman's intuition. Steve never understood them, really. My gosh. It is Steve. Something happened to Steve! My god! Now I was squirming. What happened?
"What the heck, woman," Said the guy in front of me. "Stop moving you little retard." I sighed. "Shut up. Something happened…" Wait. I wasn't going to tell this loser! "Never mind," I finished. The guy put on headphones. "Whatever."
I wanted to go to sleep, but I was worried. My god, how long am I going to be on this goddamn plane? "Stewardess!" I call. The lady serving wine comes to me. "Yeah, sugar?" I try to smile. "How many more hours on this plane?" The lady smiles. "Impatient, huh? Don't worry… only five."
Five more hours? That's three hundred minutes! Oh, god. I hold my hands up to the sky and pray. Dear, god please let Steve be alright…
STEVE:
I can't see a thing. I can hear voices though. Faint, crumbling voices. "He's in a coma." I hear. A coma? No! Debra has to call me! My arm really hurts. I lost so much blood.
"We may have to amputate that leg," I hear. Amputate? No, for the love of god, no! I try to tell them. I try to wake up. But I can't even move my mouth. Damn it to hell! I should've been more careful! I shouldn't have been so selfish! Now I am paying for it. If Debra finds out, she'll drive herself crazy! If I die, no… I won't die. I refuse to.
I am going to give it my all. Steve Williams always does. I can feel my clothes being ripped off me. I can feel a chill on my bare body. "Let's operate on the leg first. Let's stitch it up, and see if we can save it." I can feel a crisp cloth being draped over me.
I long to wrap it around me, but I can't move. I can hear the machines breathing and pumping blood for me. Why, god? I can feel a knife digging into my leg. A gas smell surrounds me. I fall into a deep sleep. Only He knows if I will ever wake up.
DEBRA
"Steve," I cry. He reaches out and touches my hand. Yes! He's alive! "I love you," He whispers. He puts his mouth on mine. I wrap my arms around him, I feel him, just to make sure that he is alive. He wraps his arms around my back, and his hands caress me. "Oh, Steve," I say. He kisses me until I melt in his arms.
"Miss!" The Stewardess yells. She pokes me. "We're in Minnesota." I start to cry. That was a dream. I hate myself for falling asleep. I get off the plane a little shaky, still taunted by the dream.
"Aunt Lucy!" I exclaim. She hugs me. "I'm sorry." I wrinkle my nose. "For what?" She sighs. "Steve has been in a car accident. He's in critical condition."
I bit my lip. A thousand tears slid down my face. "STEVE!" I scream. I don't care who is looking. I fall to the floor and pound the cold concrete until my hands are raw.
