He sat outside the women's locker room in a hooded sweatshirt and wind pants. He always looked the best when he didn't even try. He had his head down and looked as if he had just lost his best friend. In a way he kind of did, everyone had just heard that Raven had been released. Those two always had a strange relationship, but always a close one. I walked closer to him and put my hand on his knee. He looked up at me, hair in his eyes and just stared.
" Hi Jazz." He whispered.
" Stevie, you okay?" I asked. He smiled.
" You just called me Stevie. Nobody's called me that since the whole RTC thing."
" I'm worried about you." I said.
" You? Worried about me?" he asked. " Am I dying and don't know it?"
" Shut up." I said sternly. He winced and put his head back down. Here before me sits possibly the love of my life, broken down and abused and I tell him to shut up. Way to fucking go Jazz.
He goes to hop off the crate he's sitting on, but I grab his shoulder first.
" Jazz, I'm sorry for everything that happened out there in the ring earlier okay? I just want to get Victoria and go back to the hotel." He said. He went ahead and stood up, my hand falling off his shoulder.
" Raven didn't tell you he was leaving did he?" I said.
" He was released." Steven said.
" You know he wasn't just 'released' like that. He wanted to go."
" Okay, he asked to be released, they let him go, he didn't tell me a fucking thing. He just acted like everything was going to be fine." He said. The hurt in his voice was so evident that it made me want to cry. " He told me he wanted to stay."
" What the fuck are you doing?" I heard Victoria yell from behind us. " Why are you talking to that bitch after what she did to us tonight?" she yelled as she stomped her way over to us.
" I won the match thank you very much." I said.
" Victoria, let's just go." Steven said, walking away from us. She huffed, threw her bag over her shoulder and walked towards Steven, not taking his outstretched hand, but putting her bag in it. He slung it over his shoulder and just continued walking. She was breaking his spirit and I had to stop her before it was gone.
" Hi Jazz." He whispered.
" Stevie, you okay?" I asked. He smiled.
" You just called me Stevie. Nobody's called me that since the whole RTC thing."
" I'm worried about you." I said.
" You? Worried about me?" he asked. " Am I dying and don't know it?"
" Shut up." I said sternly. He winced and put his head back down. Here before me sits possibly the love of my life, broken down and abused and I tell him to shut up. Way to fucking go Jazz.
He goes to hop off the crate he's sitting on, but I grab his shoulder first.
" Jazz, I'm sorry for everything that happened out there in the ring earlier okay? I just want to get Victoria and go back to the hotel." He said. He went ahead and stood up, my hand falling off his shoulder.
" Raven didn't tell you he was leaving did he?" I said.
" He was released." Steven said.
" You know he wasn't just 'released' like that. He wanted to go."
" Okay, he asked to be released, they let him go, he didn't tell me a fucking thing. He just acted like everything was going to be fine." He said. The hurt in his voice was so evident that it made me want to cry. " He told me he wanted to stay."
" What the fuck are you doing?" I heard Victoria yell from behind us. " Why are you talking to that bitch after what she did to us tonight?" she yelled as she stomped her way over to us.
" I won the match thank you very much." I said.
" Victoria, let's just go." Steven said, walking away from us. She huffed, threw her bag over her shoulder and walked towards Steven, not taking his outstretched hand, but putting her bag in it. He slung it over his shoulder and just continued walking. She was breaking his spirit and I had to stop her before it was gone.