**Here it is Amy. The sequel of "Where Did It All Begin?" just for you.
Enjoy and review!**
I look over at Alanah. She's feeding Stephanie. Or trying to actually. Stephanie doesn't want to eat, she keeps pushing the spoon away. I laugh. I wonder where she got that from.
"Huh?" Alanah asks and looks up at me. Suddenly I feel mean and ashamed. I didn't mean it.
"Nothing. Want me to try and feed her?" I ask. Alanah shakes her head.
"No. No thank you. It's fine. I can get her to eat, it's just, AH!" Alanah yells as Stephanie flips the baby food at Alanah's face. I try not to laugh. I mean it's funny.
"Alanah baby please let me feed her. You go clean up. Get that. that mess out of your hair." I say and take the spoon from Alanah. Alanah sighs and walks to the bathroom. She's had a bad day.
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"What do you want for dinner?" I ask Alanah. Alanah picks up her head which she had resting on the arm of the couch and looks at me with the most sleepy look I've ever seen.
"You want me to eat? Adam I can barely keep my head up." She says. I get angry.
"Maybe because you haven't eaten so you're weak."
"Adam no it's not that it's just, ah fine get me whatever. Whatever you eat I'll eat." She says. I smile and get up. Now here comes a hard task, what to eat?
"Alanah! Where's, damn we have nothing!" I call. Alanah walks, or shuffles, into the kitchen and stands next to me.
"Make spaghetti and butter. I don't know." She suggests. That makes me laugh.
"Look at this! I have a wife who can't keep herself awake, a baby that doesn't like to sleep and I'm eating spaghetti and butter for dinner! Who says wrestlers have glamorous lives?" I ask, totally joking. Alanah however thinks I'm serious. Her faces falls.
"Adam I'm sorry. Go in the parlor. I'll, I'll make something, anything, something good." Alanah starts to get nervous and throws open a few cabinets. I hug her and kiss the top of her head.
"Alanah I was joking. You have every right to be sleepy, it's not Stephanie's fault she doesn't like to sleep and I'm perfectly fine with spaghetti and butter. I love it. It's yummy. Now you take a break mommy and go watch TV or something. I, Super Chef Dad, will prepare dinner. Now sit." I say and direct her to the direction of the living room. She smiles and sits on the couch.
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"Alanah are you really done?" I ask. Alanah looks up from drinking her glass of water.
"What?" She asks.
"Are you really done eating?"
"Huh? Oh, oh yeah. Thank you it was really good."
"Alanah you hardly ate."
"Adam I have a small tummy." Alanah giggled and patted her stomach.
"So you do." I said dryly.
"Oh Adam cheer up." Alanah says in a ditzy voice and ruffles my hair. I laugh and put my head against her stomach.
"Let me know if you're hungry later. I'll make s'mores or something." I tell her. Alanah laughs.
"You only said that because you want them!" She accuses playfully. I smile.
"You're right." I say. Alanah rolls her eyes then we both crack up laughing.
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I pace around the ring and watch as Brock Lesnar's music plays. The huge man steps out on the platform. I get nervous. Well I already was nervous, now I get even more nervous. I'm a great wrestler, I know that. But Brock, man, he's huge. I feel the ring move behind me. At first I get scared but then I realize the ref is also in the ring with me so he probably moved. I hear the ref start to yell so I spin around. There's a guy and a girl in the ring. The guy stares straight into my eyes.
"Everybody has a dark side." He whispers then raises a gun and shoots the girl in the face. Before anyone can react he whispers, "We love you, both of us." Then raises the very same gun to his head before shooting himself in the temple. That's the last thing I remember.
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I try to open my eyes. It doesn't work. I try again. Finally my eyes open but I wish they hadn't. The light is so bright, it hurts. This isn't my bed. It feels too hard, too lumpy. I immediately know where I am. A hospital. Only hospitals have beds that can make you feel worse than you actually are. I turn my head to the left and see Alanah sitting on a chair next to my bed. She's not looking at me; instead she's staring straight ahead at the wall.
I open my mouth to speak my throats too dry. How long have I been here? What happened that put me in here the first place?
Alanah looks down and sees I'm staring at her.
"Oh!" She exclaims and jumps up out of her chair. "You must be so thirsty. Here." She says and gives me some water. I greedily drink it. It feels so good.
"What happened?" I ask. Alanah turns white.
"You mean you don't know?"
"No."
"Oh."
"Alanah what happened?"
"You, uh, you got a concussion." She answers. Normally I'd leave it at that. I mean I am a wrestler after all. But there's something about her, the way she's moving, the way she's talking, I know something's up.
"Come on tell me!" I whine. Alanah looks at the floor.
"You don't remember what happened before you were about to fight Brock Lesnar?" She asks. I try to think. It hurts. I hear a loud noise, but that's all I remember.
"All I remember is a loud noise, uh two of them." I tell her.
"Yes those would be two gunshots." She answers. My eyes widen and if I wasn't in so much pain I'd jump up.
"Who was shot? Brock?" I ask. She shakes her head.
"Two fans jumped in the ring and did it." She answers.
"Everybody has a dark side." I say. She looks confused.
"What?"
"We love you, both of us." I whisper.
"Adam! What? Don't do this. Stop it! That's scary."
"That's what he said! I remember it."
"Oh Adam." She trails off.
"Alanah it's my fault."
"Adam hunny no."
"When am I getting out of here?"
"Soon." She says. I sigh and put my head back. How nice I killed two people, I have a concussion and my wife looks the same way she did as when she was anorexic. What a glamorous life I lead.
I look over at Alanah. She's feeding Stephanie. Or trying to actually. Stephanie doesn't want to eat, she keeps pushing the spoon away. I laugh. I wonder where she got that from.
"Huh?" Alanah asks and looks up at me. Suddenly I feel mean and ashamed. I didn't mean it.
"Nothing. Want me to try and feed her?" I ask. Alanah shakes her head.
"No. No thank you. It's fine. I can get her to eat, it's just, AH!" Alanah yells as Stephanie flips the baby food at Alanah's face. I try not to laugh. I mean it's funny.
"Alanah baby please let me feed her. You go clean up. Get that. that mess out of your hair." I say and take the spoon from Alanah. Alanah sighs and walks to the bathroom. She's had a bad day.
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"What do you want for dinner?" I ask Alanah. Alanah picks up her head which she had resting on the arm of the couch and looks at me with the most sleepy look I've ever seen.
"You want me to eat? Adam I can barely keep my head up." She says. I get angry.
"Maybe because you haven't eaten so you're weak."
"Adam no it's not that it's just, ah fine get me whatever. Whatever you eat I'll eat." She says. I smile and get up. Now here comes a hard task, what to eat?
"Alanah! Where's, damn we have nothing!" I call. Alanah walks, or shuffles, into the kitchen and stands next to me.
"Make spaghetti and butter. I don't know." She suggests. That makes me laugh.
"Look at this! I have a wife who can't keep herself awake, a baby that doesn't like to sleep and I'm eating spaghetti and butter for dinner! Who says wrestlers have glamorous lives?" I ask, totally joking. Alanah however thinks I'm serious. Her faces falls.
"Adam I'm sorry. Go in the parlor. I'll, I'll make something, anything, something good." Alanah starts to get nervous and throws open a few cabinets. I hug her and kiss the top of her head.
"Alanah I was joking. You have every right to be sleepy, it's not Stephanie's fault she doesn't like to sleep and I'm perfectly fine with spaghetti and butter. I love it. It's yummy. Now you take a break mommy and go watch TV or something. I, Super Chef Dad, will prepare dinner. Now sit." I say and direct her to the direction of the living room. She smiles and sits on the couch.
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"Alanah are you really done?" I ask. Alanah looks up from drinking her glass of water.
"What?" She asks.
"Are you really done eating?"
"Huh? Oh, oh yeah. Thank you it was really good."
"Alanah you hardly ate."
"Adam I have a small tummy." Alanah giggled and patted her stomach.
"So you do." I said dryly.
"Oh Adam cheer up." Alanah says in a ditzy voice and ruffles my hair. I laugh and put my head against her stomach.
"Let me know if you're hungry later. I'll make s'mores or something." I tell her. Alanah laughs.
"You only said that because you want them!" She accuses playfully. I smile.
"You're right." I say. Alanah rolls her eyes then we both crack up laughing.
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I pace around the ring and watch as Brock Lesnar's music plays. The huge man steps out on the platform. I get nervous. Well I already was nervous, now I get even more nervous. I'm a great wrestler, I know that. But Brock, man, he's huge. I feel the ring move behind me. At first I get scared but then I realize the ref is also in the ring with me so he probably moved. I hear the ref start to yell so I spin around. There's a guy and a girl in the ring. The guy stares straight into my eyes.
"Everybody has a dark side." He whispers then raises a gun and shoots the girl in the face. Before anyone can react he whispers, "We love you, both of us." Then raises the very same gun to his head before shooting himself in the temple. That's the last thing I remember.
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I try to open my eyes. It doesn't work. I try again. Finally my eyes open but I wish they hadn't. The light is so bright, it hurts. This isn't my bed. It feels too hard, too lumpy. I immediately know where I am. A hospital. Only hospitals have beds that can make you feel worse than you actually are. I turn my head to the left and see Alanah sitting on a chair next to my bed. She's not looking at me; instead she's staring straight ahead at the wall.
I open my mouth to speak my throats too dry. How long have I been here? What happened that put me in here the first place?
Alanah looks down and sees I'm staring at her.
"Oh!" She exclaims and jumps up out of her chair. "You must be so thirsty. Here." She says and gives me some water. I greedily drink it. It feels so good.
"What happened?" I ask. Alanah turns white.
"You mean you don't know?"
"No."
"Oh."
"Alanah what happened?"
"You, uh, you got a concussion." She answers. Normally I'd leave it at that. I mean I am a wrestler after all. But there's something about her, the way she's moving, the way she's talking, I know something's up.
"Come on tell me!" I whine. Alanah looks at the floor.
"You don't remember what happened before you were about to fight Brock Lesnar?" She asks. I try to think. It hurts. I hear a loud noise, but that's all I remember.
"All I remember is a loud noise, uh two of them." I tell her.
"Yes those would be two gunshots." She answers. My eyes widen and if I wasn't in so much pain I'd jump up.
"Who was shot? Brock?" I ask. She shakes her head.
"Two fans jumped in the ring and did it." She answers.
"Everybody has a dark side." I say. She looks confused.
"What?"
"We love you, both of us." I whisper.
"Adam! What? Don't do this. Stop it! That's scary."
"That's what he said! I remember it."
"Oh Adam." She trails off.
"Alanah it's my fault."
"Adam hunny no."
"When am I getting out of here?"
"Soon." She says. I sigh and put my head back. How nice I killed two people, I have a concussion and my wife looks the same way she did as when she was anorexic. What a glamorous life I lead.