"Sister Circle Part Three"
Secrets- Mara's baby isn't Kurt's…
Lies- what happens when Gail's secret causes her dearly?
Betrayal- Kurt may have to destroy one of his best friends…
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Gail lay on the hospital bed, stiff and cold. White surrounded her. Cotton prickled her skin. A fuzzy blanket was drawn all the way up to her shoulders. A steady beep came from the machines that were attached to her frail body.
"Was it serious?" Chris asked, who lay by her side. The doctor flipped through a booklet of papers and then attached it to a clipboard. "Well, her condition is critical, and she had a very severe heart attack." Chris nodded. "There's a fifty-fifty chance if she makes it or not."
Beep… Beep… Beep. Gail stirred slightly without turning over. Chris gently smoothed his hand over Gail's crisp hair. It was stringy and greasy, but Chris didn't mind. Chris noticed that Gail's pointer finger on her left hand was twitching.
Beeeeeep. Beeeeeep. Beeeeeep. "Oh good god!" Chris screamed. He jumped up fast, causing wires to fly everywhere and machines to get unplugged. "Somebody come here! Hurry the fuck up! Come on!" About three nurses jumped into the room, checking Gail's pulse.
"We're losing her." One nurse said frantically. The two others exchanged quick glances and began to put the wires right. The nurse took two paddles and pushed them into Gail's chest. The beep slowed down a bit. It got slower. The bump on the machine was flattening. "Holy crap," Said the nurse, who kept pushing paddles. The bump flattened. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Chris dropped to the floor and cried. He looked over at Gail, who turned even whiter. Her hand was ice, and he felt no pulse in her veins. Gail had died.
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"Kurt, stop. My stomach tickles." I said, rubbing my stomach. Kurt pouted. "Come on! Let me touch my kid." I chuckled. "Alright." Kurt took a hand and picked my shirt up a bit. His hand swirled across my stomach, which had a little bulge. I didn't feel any kicking.
"How many weeks are you?" Kurt asked, pulling my shirt down. "Three." I said. Kurt smile faded. "Three. Mara, we didn't have sex three weeks ago." I dropped the frying pan I was holding. "What are you talking about, Kurt?" I mumbled, picking up the frying pan. Little droplets of sweat from eyebrow dripped down my face.
"We did in your dressing room." I said, putting the pan into the sink. I started to shake. I felt my back break out into little blotches. Three weeks ago… Three weeks ago… Oh my god. Three weeks ago, there was a party at Stacy's and almost everyone was there. I didn't drink, because I don't like liquor. Kurt had to train for pay per view, so I went alone.
I feeling oddly depressed, just standing by myself in a corner. Adam, with his hair pulled back walked over to me, with a Red Devil in his hand. "Where's Kurt?" He asked. I sighed. "He didn't come. He's training for Summerslam." Adam nodded. "I see. Is anything else bothering you?" I shrugged. "I really need him right now," I said. Adam raised an eyebrow. "Well, maybe I can do in a pinch. I mean, I am Kurt's best friend."
I laughed in surprise. "Are you nuts? You have got to be kidding!" Adam set down his liquor. He grabbed me by my muscles and pulled me close to him. "No, I am not." My heart raced. "Adam, come on, now. Be serious!" I said, with a little more confidence. "I am dead serious." He whispered in my ear. I tried to fight him off, and he smiled. "Come on, Mara…" He said, a little louder. He led me into a room.
Screaming, I punched and kicked, but he didn't budge. He wanted this, and I didn't. During it all I shouted and screamed "no, no!" I tried to defend myself, but in the end, he had won.
"Kurt…" I whispered. He looked at me with an evil gleam in his eyes. "What?" I dropped to my knees. "I was raped." His jaw dropped six feet under. "When? Who?" I started to cry. "Stacy's party… Adam. This baby is Adam's!"
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"Name of deceased? Gail. Gail I- Thomas."
"Gail I- Thomas?"
"No. Gail Thomas."
Chris felt a pang in his heart. Him and Gail were engaged when she had the heart attack. So badly, oh, so badly he wanted her to make it long enough so she could be Gail Irvine. His beloved bride. She held out as long as she could.
"Date of death?"
"August 17, 2001." Chris's heart sank as he filled out a death certificate. Gail's funeral was to be on August 25. He wanted Mara to be there. "Is that all?" Chris asked the person at the hospital. The person nodded. "We will arrange the funeral hall and coffin." Chris managed a meek smile. "Thank you."
It wasn't like he couldn't afford it. But he was too shaken up to deal with anything right now. He was eternally grateful to the hospital for helping him out. His emotional state wasn't good at all- he was close to a breakdown any minute.
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"We need to call the police." Kurt said urgently. I shook my head. "It happened three weeks ago. Nothing is going to happen to Adam." I cried. Kurt gritted his teeth. "If the police won't do anything, then I'll sue them for every cent, peso, and yen they got." Kurt picked up the receiver and dialed the first two numbers- 9,1. He then dropped the receiver. "Screw it. I am going to take care of that asshole right now."
Kurt stormed out of our apartment. I tried to run after him. "Mara. You stay here. What I am about to do to Adam might get me arrested. I am willing to spend the rest of my life in jail for you. I want justice on that bastard and I am going to get it."
"Kurt, wait!" I screamed. But it was too late. Kurt was already out the door. Kurt walked out of the apartment building. He called for his limo and demanded the driver that it was urgent. He needed to get to the arena- NOW.
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Kurt stomped through the halls of the arena, where rehearsal was going on. Kurt stopped by Vince's office. "Vince- have you seen Adam anywhere?" Vince shook his head. "He came, but I haven't seen him in a while. Check the dressing room."
Kurt nodded his thanks and then headed up the stairs to Adam's dressing room. When he reached a brass door that said "Adam Copeland/Jason Reso" he burst through it. Luckily only Adam was there. "Hey, Kurt, my man, how's it hanging?" Adam said, reaching out for a slap on the back.
"Don't even fucking touch me," Kurt said, grabbing Adam's hand. Adam screamed out in pain. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Kurt narrowed his eyes and threw Adam onto the floor. "After what you did to Mara, I will hurt you so fast you won't even bleed," Kurt spat.
Adam's eyes flickered. "What I did to Mara?" He asked stupidly. Kurt was in the middle of pulling a bench off the wall. "What you did to her at Stacy's party, you jerk off." Adam gasped. "What I did at the party was a mistake-" Kurt nodded. "One that cannot be fixed." SLAM! Kurt took the bench and slammed into Adam's head.
Kurt was wrong. The blood was gushing out of his head. "Son of a bitch, Kurt… Come on, stop it…" He moaned in agony. Kurt sneered. "I haven't even started with you yet." SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Three more times Kurt drove the bench into Adam's head. Kurt, not realizing that Adam was dead, Kurt brought Adam up and slammed him back down onto the floor.
The police barged into the room, and Kurt was put in handcuffs.