Disclaimer: The wrestlers are not owned by me, but the honorable Vince McMahon of WWE.
The song, "Escape," is by Enrique Iglesias, and is not mine. This time the song itself is not the actual title, nor are the lyrics in the chapter, but I did get the idea for the title and theme of this chapter from his song, "Escape." :)
If anyone would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks! :)
Chapter 9: No Escape
Matt raced towards the source of the scream, "Nora?!" he questioned, his voice laced with panic. "NORA!" he yelled out again. Turning in circles, he scanned the perimeter of the parking lot.
"Don't breath a word sweetheart," a deep voice rumbled in her ear. Breathing heavily, Nora kicked him in the shins.
"I, I thought you had left?" she questioned shakily.
"Only for a time, got to give my old bones a rest ya know. Now I get to be an announcer on RAW, won't that be fun," he chuckled evilly, his breath heavy against her ear.
"Let her go," a voice spoke evenly through the cloak of darkness.
"Not on your life Matt Hardy. I haven't seen this pretty little filly in quite some time and you know what, she looks pretty good."
"She'll always be better than you. You're lower than swine Dallas," Matt spat out in disgust.
Dallas let out a yelp of pain as Nora stomped on his foot, "You, you jerk! Don't ever think that I will be yours again. You were never worth it!" In a last ditch effort, Nora bit him on the arm.
"Why you, you little slut!" he hissed.
Dallas reached a hand up to slap Nora, but a younger, stronger hand quickly enclosed around his bicep, "Touch her again and you'll deal with me," a voice growled.
"So, I'll deal with you then, pip-squeak," Dallas growled.
Several thuds pounded against the pavement until Nora finally managed out a squeal, "Matt!"
The next day, mid-morning:
"Woulf you pwease meet me tonight?" Matt pleaded.
Feeling sorry for Matt, not to mention he had gotten hurt on account of her ex, she relented. Nonetheless, a fluttering of hope welled up inside her, "Alright, I'll meet you at the dock at 7:00 p.m."
"Good," Matt almost smiled triumphantly, hearing the smile in her own voice.
In the twilight, in the evening:
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Nora asked as she walked up to him.
"Nothing, I wanf to show you instef." Matt extended his hand to her, which she reluctantly took. They walked further down the dock, towards a tall, three tiered cruise boat, all aglow with twinkling lights.
"Oh Matt! What's going on?" she breathed, confused.
"Your carriage awaits milady," Matt managed to say through clenched teeth.
"You don't have pretend around me Matt Hardy," Nora chastised gently, tilting his chin up with her finger, "I know that hurt."
"It was worth it thouf," he insisted, meeting her eyes. They walked onto the gangplank of the ship, then climbed the stairs to the 2nd deck. As they sat down at the table, a waiter brought a menu over to them. Nora pondered hers thoughtfully for a few seconds, while Matt knew right away what he would pick.
"French Onion soup pwease," Matt requested.
Her brow furrowing in concern, Nora quickly made up her mind, "I'll have the same please."
"Nora, it's okay, I wanf you to pick whaf you really want," Matt insisted.
"I already have," she replied softly.
Matt was thankful for the dim lighting, as his cheeks turned a shade darker. They said nothing as they ate, only glancing up at each other now and then. For dessert, they both chose Tropical mousse. As they finished their mousse, Matt spoke up first, "I'm glad that I happened to be their when D. D. P. decided to make his unwelcome appearance back into your life."
"So am I, I may be spunky but he's twice my size."
Matt laughed, "Ow, ooh." A moan immediately escaped his lips, "I really regret doing that."
"Poor baby," Nora replied sincerely. Unconsciously, she touched her finger across his lips. Hastily, she pulled away, "Oh, I'm sorry.."
"No, don't be," Matt answered quickly, grasping her hand in his. They both got up and made their way to the third and final deck. Matt shook his head, "I can't believe you actually dated him, he's a bit old for ya, don't you think?"
Nora turned to look at him, "I told you what a big mistake it was- Dad," she replied, a smile forming at the corners of her mouth.
"Ha, ha, very funffy," Matt garbled dryly.
"Thanks for coming to my rescue-again," Nora said quietly, shyly pressing his black tie against his red, silk shirt. "I feel bad though, you got all hurt for me. Your pour busted, swollen lip, bruised hip and.."
"Okay, okay, I get the pictfure," he said, trying not to laugh. "It was worth it though," he finished softly. "You look really beautiful tonight," Matt stated, changing the subject as his eyes focused on the baby blue cameo choker fastened at her neck. "The dress matches your choker perfectly," he commented.
"This is the dress that I was going to wear that night-until he ordered me not to," Nora said softly.
Matt's jaw dropped, "This is the dress! D.D.P. was a fool, you look absolutely lovely. It brings out the blue in your eyes," he said steadfastly, cupping his hand around her cheek, "and the blond of your hair," he whispered, brushing a strand out of her eyes. He leaned in closer, letting his lips graze hers. Nora pulled back and smiled, "Cora was right, I, I, should have told you."
"Told me whaf?" Matt asked, perplexed.
"That I love you."
Matt smiled warmly at her, sending butterflies soaring in her stomach.
Caressing her face, Matt responded, "I love you too." As he leaned in to kiss her, an explosion rocked the night sky. Nora jumped and ducked closer to Matt. Matt laughed, wrapping his arms around her, "It's jusf fireworks."
"Oh, that's right, it is Independence day, isn't it?" Silently, they both turned to watch the many brilliant red, orange, purple and blue hues set the night sky afire.
"There is no escape," Matt stated plainly, turning to face her.
"What?! What do you mean?" Nora looked at him, startled.
"From genuine love. You can't run and you can't hide, because it will always find you."
Nora smiled and wrapped his arms around his neck, "No escape," she echoed, brushing her lips against his.
It was Matt's turn to pull away this time, "Hey, am I climbing back up on that white steed you put me on?" Matt asked playfully.
"You're getting there," Nora replied with a saucy smile, "Now kiss me!"
The song, "Escape," is by Enrique Iglesias, and is not mine. This time the song itself is not the actual title, nor are the lyrics in the chapter, but I did get the idea for the title and theme of this chapter from his song, "Escape." :)
If anyone would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks! :)
Chapter 9: No Escape
Matt raced towards the source of the scream, "Nora?!" he questioned, his voice laced with panic. "NORA!" he yelled out again. Turning in circles, he scanned the perimeter of the parking lot.
"Don't breath a word sweetheart," a deep voice rumbled in her ear. Breathing heavily, Nora kicked him in the shins.
"I, I thought you had left?" she questioned shakily.
"Only for a time, got to give my old bones a rest ya know. Now I get to be an announcer on RAW, won't that be fun," he chuckled evilly, his breath heavy against her ear.
"Let her go," a voice spoke evenly through the cloak of darkness.
"Not on your life Matt Hardy. I haven't seen this pretty little filly in quite some time and you know what, she looks pretty good."
"She'll always be better than you. You're lower than swine Dallas," Matt spat out in disgust.
Dallas let out a yelp of pain as Nora stomped on his foot, "You, you jerk! Don't ever think that I will be yours again. You were never worth it!" In a last ditch effort, Nora bit him on the arm.
"Why you, you little slut!" he hissed.
Dallas reached a hand up to slap Nora, but a younger, stronger hand quickly enclosed around his bicep, "Touch her again and you'll deal with me," a voice growled.
"So, I'll deal with you then, pip-squeak," Dallas growled.
Several thuds pounded against the pavement until Nora finally managed out a squeal, "Matt!"
The next day, mid-morning:
"Woulf you pwease meet me tonight?" Matt pleaded.
Feeling sorry for Matt, not to mention he had gotten hurt on account of her ex, she relented. Nonetheless, a fluttering of hope welled up inside her, "Alright, I'll meet you at the dock at 7:00 p.m."
"Good," Matt almost smiled triumphantly, hearing the smile in her own voice.
In the twilight, in the evening:
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Nora asked as she walked up to him.
"Nothing, I wanf to show you instef." Matt extended his hand to her, which she reluctantly took. They walked further down the dock, towards a tall, three tiered cruise boat, all aglow with twinkling lights.
"Oh Matt! What's going on?" she breathed, confused.
"Your carriage awaits milady," Matt managed to say through clenched teeth.
"You don't have pretend around me Matt Hardy," Nora chastised gently, tilting his chin up with her finger, "I know that hurt."
"It was worth it thouf," he insisted, meeting her eyes. They walked onto the gangplank of the ship, then climbed the stairs to the 2nd deck. As they sat down at the table, a waiter brought a menu over to them. Nora pondered hers thoughtfully for a few seconds, while Matt knew right away what he would pick.
"French Onion soup pwease," Matt requested.
Her brow furrowing in concern, Nora quickly made up her mind, "I'll have the same please."
"Nora, it's okay, I wanf you to pick whaf you really want," Matt insisted.
"I already have," she replied softly.
Matt was thankful for the dim lighting, as his cheeks turned a shade darker. They said nothing as they ate, only glancing up at each other now and then. For dessert, they both chose Tropical mousse. As they finished their mousse, Matt spoke up first, "I'm glad that I happened to be their when D. D. P. decided to make his unwelcome appearance back into your life."
"So am I, I may be spunky but he's twice my size."
Matt laughed, "Ow, ooh." A moan immediately escaped his lips, "I really regret doing that."
"Poor baby," Nora replied sincerely. Unconsciously, she touched her finger across his lips. Hastily, she pulled away, "Oh, I'm sorry.."
"No, don't be," Matt answered quickly, grasping her hand in his. They both got up and made their way to the third and final deck. Matt shook his head, "I can't believe you actually dated him, he's a bit old for ya, don't you think?"
Nora turned to look at him, "I told you what a big mistake it was- Dad," she replied, a smile forming at the corners of her mouth.
"Ha, ha, very funffy," Matt garbled dryly.
"Thanks for coming to my rescue-again," Nora said quietly, shyly pressing his black tie against his red, silk shirt. "I feel bad though, you got all hurt for me. Your pour busted, swollen lip, bruised hip and.."
"Okay, okay, I get the pictfure," he said, trying not to laugh. "It was worth it though," he finished softly. "You look really beautiful tonight," Matt stated, changing the subject as his eyes focused on the baby blue cameo choker fastened at her neck. "The dress matches your choker perfectly," he commented.
"This is the dress that I was going to wear that night-until he ordered me not to," Nora said softly.
Matt's jaw dropped, "This is the dress! D.D.P. was a fool, you look absolutely lovely. It brings out the blue in your eyes," he said steadfastly, cupping his hand around her cheek, "and the blond of your hair," he whispered, brushing a strand out of her eyes. He leaned in closer, letting his lips graze hers. Nora pulled back and smiled, "Cora was right, I, I, should have told you."
"Told me whaf?" Matt asked, perplexed.
"That I love you."
Matt smiled warmly at her, sending butterflies soaring in her stomach.
Caressing her face, Matt responded, "I love you too." As he leaned in to kiss her, an explosion rocked the night sky. Nora jumped and ducked closer to Matt. Matt laughed, wrapping his arms around her, "It's jusf fireworks."
"Oh, that's right, it is Independence day, isn't it?" Silently, they both turned to watch the many brilliant red, orange, purple and blue hues set the night sky afire.
"There is no escape," Matt stated plainly, turning to face her.
"What?! What do you mean?" Nora looked at him, startled.
"From genuine love. You can't run and you can't hide, because it will always find you."
Nora smiled and wrapped his arms around his neck, "No escape," she echoed, brushing her lips against his.
It was Matt's turn to pull away this time, "Hey, am I climbing back up on that white steed you put me on?" Matt asked playfully.
"You're getting there," Nora replied with a saucy smile, "Now kiss me!"