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Just a Family Friend?
1 Chapter 1: Visiting Bradshaw
I had made it backstage without a problem, but now, wandering around the hallways, I was lost. I noticed a man dressed in all black walking towards me. * Maybe he can help me. * "Excuse me, sir." I said as the man got closer.
"What can I help you with?" The man responded.
"Do you how to get to Bradshaw's locker room?" I asked.
"Yeah, but the public isn't allowed back here." The man said.
"Oh, it's okay. Mr. Flair arranged for me to come backstage." I said finally pulling the pass around my neck from under my shirt. I stepped a bit closer to the man so that he could inspect it.
"Alright, you're okay." The man said handing the pass back to me. "Bradshaw's locker room . . . you're going to head down this hallway, take a right at the end, and he's the second door on your left." The man continued, using his hands to try and point out the directions.
"Thank you. I really appreciate it." I smiled and began down the hallway the man had pointed out.
I was so excited to see Bradshaw. It had been a while since I'd seen my uncle's best friend, about a year. When I was younger, I used to see Bradshaw and my uncle more often. They were usually together, and anytime they had some down time, they would make it a point to stop by and visit.
I felt the nervousness building in my stomach as I knocked on the door. At first I didn't hear anything, so I knocked again. * I know he doesn't have tonight off. I talked to Mr. Flair just a few days ago to confirm that Bradshaw was working tonight. *
I heard someone yell; "I said hold on!" It was Bradshaw. Despite the fact that he had just screamed at me, I was so glad to hear his voice. A moment later, Bradshaw whipped the door open. He looked straight ahead; he must have been expecting it to be another Superstar at his door. He looked down to see me grinning excitedly.
"Sammy?!? Is that really you?" Bradshaw exclaimed as he picked me up off the ground in a great, big bear hug. When he put me down, he asked, "What are you doing here?" He stopped for a moment and a serious look of concern came over his face. "Does your mom know you're here."
"First of all," I began. "I'm 22 years old, I can do what I like." Bradshaw gave me a stern look and I knew I was just being fresh, so I added, "Yes, my mother knows I'm here."
"That's more like it," he said in a very matter of fact fashion.
"Are we going to stand in the doorway all night, or are you going to invite me in?" I poked him in his arm. I missed playing around with Bradshaw. He was always so much fun.
"I'm sorry, excuse me. I don't know what I was thinking. Miss, would you like to come in?" He graciously motioned for me to enter the room.
"Why, thank you, kind sir." I replied very courteously.
Bradshaw led me to a small couch where he sat right next to me. He placed his arm around my shoulders and hugged me close to him. I loved his strength. You could get lost in his arms. There is such a feeling of security when you're with him. "Now little lady, are you going to answer my question? What are you doing here?" He asked again with great interest.
I turned towards him and looked up at Bradshaw. I went to visit uncle Farooq after the APA was split up." I looked away from him and started twisting my hands. The nervous feeling had come back. "I saw how difficult it was for him. A while chapter of his life has ended." I couldn't look him in the eyes. I remembered how hurt uncle Farooq was and I could see the pain in his eyes still. I wanted to cry for him, for them both. They had become so close; they were part of each other's lives. "I promised him that I would come check up on you. Make sure you were handling this transition well." I continued. "The whole family is worried about you too. I wanted to stay with uncle Farooq, but he's taken some time off so he can better adjust. He has the family to support him and I just thought . . ." I was searching for the right words. "You might need some support too."
Bradshaw had been staring at me the whole time. I felt his gaze on me. Now my eyes met his, they were filled with a sorrow. I couldn't tell if it was because he was hurting or because he saw how all this was affecting me.
Again, he hugged me close to me, holding me tightly against his chest, his head rested against mine. I could hold back the tears no more. It was all too much, seeing him again, under these circumstances, the emotions flooded my mind and my body reacted. I was sobbing like a little girl. I felt his arms around me squeeze a bit tighter, as if to acknowledge that he knew how I was feeling. We sat like that for what seemed like an hour, and slowly the tears began to stop.
Just a Family Friend?
1 Chapter 1: Visiting Bradshaw
I had made it backstage without a problem, but now, wandering around the hallways, I was lost. I noticed a man dressed in all black walking towards me. * Maybe he can help me. * "Excuse me, sir." I said as the man got closer.
"What can I help you with?" The man responded.
"Do you how to get to Bradshaw's locker room?" I asked.
"Yeah, but the public isn't allowed back here." The man said.
"Oh, it's okay. Mr. Flair arranged for me to come backstage." I said finally pulling the pass around my neck from under my shirt. I stepped a bit closer to the man so that he could inspect it.
"Alright, you're okay." The man said handing the pass back to me. "Bradshaw's locker room . . . you're going to head down this hallway, take a right at the end, and he's the second door on your left." The man continued, using his hands to try and point out the directions.
"Thank you. I really appreciate it." I smiled and began down the hallway the man had pointed out.
I was so excited to see Bradshaw. It had been a while since I'd seen my uncle's best friend, about a year. When I was younger, I used to see Bradshaw and my uncle more often. They were usually together, and anytime they had some down time, they would make it a point to stop by and visit.
I felt the nervousness building in my stomach as I knocked on the door. At first I didn't hear anything, so I knocked again. * I know he doesn't have tonight off. I talked to Mr. Flair just a few days ago to confirm that Bradshaw was working tonight. *
I heard someone yell; "I said hold on!" It was Bradshaw. Despite the fact that he had just screamed at me, I was so glad to hear his voice. A moment later, Bradshaw whipped the door open. He looked straight ahead; he must have been expecting it to be another Superstar at his door. He looked down to see me grinning excitedly.
"Sammy?!? Is that really you?" Bradshaw exclaimed as he picked me up off the ground in a great, big bear hug. When he put me down, he asked, "What are you doing here?" He stopped for a moment and a serious look of concern came over his face. "Does your mom know you're here."
"First of all," I began. "I'm 22 years old, I can do what I like." Bradshaw gave me a stern look and I knew I was just being fresh, so I added, "Yes, my mother knows I'm here."
"That's more like it," he said in a very matter of fact fashion.
"Are we going to stand in the doorway all night, or are you going to invite me in?" I poked him in his arm. I missed playing around with Bradshaw. He was always so much fun.
"I'm sorry, excuse me. I don't know what I was thinking. Miss, would you like to come in?" He graciously motioned for me to enter the room.
"Why, thank you, kind sir." I replied very courteously.
Bradshaw led me to a small couch where he sat right next to me. He placed his arm around my shoulders and hugged me close to him. I loved his strength. You could get lost in his arms. There is such a feeling of security when you're with him. "Now little lady, are you going to answer my question? What are you doing here?" He asked again with great interest.
I turned towards him and looked up at Bradshaw. I went to visit uncle Farooq after the APA was split up." I looked away from him and started twisting my hands. The nervous feeling had come back. "I saw how difficult it was for him. A while chapter of his life has ended." I couldn't look him in the eyes. I remembered how hurt uncle Farooq was and I could see the pain in his eyes still. I wanted to cry for him, for them both. They had become so close; they were part of each other's lives. "I promised him that I would come check up on you. Make sure you were handling this transition well." I continued. "The whole family is worried about you too. I wanted to stay with uncle Farooq, but he's taken some time off so he can better adjust. He has the family to support him and I just thought . . ." I was searching for the right words. "You might need some support too."
Bradshaw had been staring at me the whole time. I felt his gaze on me. Now my eyes met his, they were filled with a sorrow. I couldn't tell if it was because he was hurting or because he saw how all this was affecting me.
Again, he hugged me close to me, holding me tightly against his chest, his head rested against mine. I could hold back the tears no more. It was all too much, seeing him again, under these circumstances, the emotions flooded my mind and my body reacted. I was sobbing like a little girl. I felt his arms around me squeeze a bit tighter, as if to acknowledge that he knew how I was feeling. We sat like that for what seemed like an hour, and slowly the tears began to stop.