Disclaimer: Just in case I forgot to mention earlier. I own nobody in this
story apart from Rachel, Vince and Linda own WWE, although one day I plan
too!!!!! (j/k) Cliff Richard (ok I know he's old, but I love the song!)
owns the lyrics to "Miss You Nights"
And a quick thank you to everybody who has read this story, although proper thank-you's will come at the end. Thanks for sticking with the story, I know the past few chapters haven't been my best but I'm lacking concentration at the moment because I'm sweltering in the heat, which I'm not used as I live in England and I've been brought up in the rain!
Vince sat down at the dining table in silence, ready to eat the meal for one he had slung in the microwave.
He took his first bite and flung his fork down in disgust, it tasted like cardboard.
"God I miss Linda's cooking." He said out loud as he sat back in the chair and pushed away his plate. He suddenly noticed the intense silence that filled the room and for the first time realised this was what Linda had to go through every time he went on the road, before she started going with him.
"Why did she stay as long as she did?" He wondered. His mind wandered back to their conversation earlier that day.
"Prove you love me and prove I can trust you."
Linda's exact words, but how was he supposed to prove his love for her? Surely she knew he loved her but then again look how you've treated her. You're not exactly the world's best husband and father. Linda was the one who had to look after the kids growing up, you were barely around but in recent years it's been fantastic, like we were just married or something, Vince reasoned. That doesn't make up for all those lost years though, that little voice in his head told him.
Growing tired of arguing with himself he stood up and put the radio on, he poured himself a scotch on the rocks and sat back down. One of his and Linda's favourite songs came on. Miss You Nights. a song that embodied their many years of marriage.
B~I've had many times, I can tell you br
Times when innocence I'd trade for company br
And children saw me crying br
I thought I'd had my share of that br
But these miss you nights are the longest.~ br/B
He was 26 years old and at a club, never mind the fact that his 22 year old wife was at home looking after their newborn son. Vincent Kennedy McMahon was not cut out for looking after babies, his life was about one thing - fun! His eyes scanned the room and they settled on a pretty blond girl who was at the bar.
His father had told him many times that life on the road was full of temptation and evils that would eventually destroy his marriage. He had begged his son not to come into the wrestling world, fearing that Vince would lose the best thing that had ever happened to him - his lovely wife Linda, who of course had no clue of what went on behind the scenes of wrestling. He knew what Vince was doing and pleaded with him to stop, not wanting him to fall into the same trap he had done, but it was no good Vince had pressed his self-destruct button and now nothing would be able to stop him. He had told his son to think of his wife and their newborn son but Vince didn't want to know. His only reply was "what she doesn't know won't hurt her." But Vince senior knew better than his naïve son, she'd find out, they always do. and when she did, it would hurt her more than he could possibly imagine.
B~ Midnight diamonds stud my heaven br
Southward burning lie the jewels that burn my place br
And the warm winds that embrace me br
Just as surely kissed your face br
Yeah these miss you nights are the longest. ~ br/B
She walked into his hotel room, she had come down as a surprise as it was Vince's birthday and had even brought their young son down with her. She snuck into his hotel room, treading ever so silently, with Shane in her arms.
She put Shane down in the baby carrier she had brought with her and placed it on the floor. Shane was asleep, twitching as he dreamt. Linda stood and admired him, not believing how much he looked like his father.
B~ How I miss you, I'm not likely to tell br
I'm a man and cold day light buys the pride I'd rather sell br
All my secrets are a wasted affair, you know them well. ~
br/B
Linda crept into the bathroom and put on a nightdress she had brought especially, she looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Since having Shane six months ago, she had regained her normal dress size but her body never looked the same. Linda was sensitive about it but Vince had always made her feel good, even when she was pregnant he never made her feel fat or unattractive.
She crept into bed beside him and gently woke him up. "Surprise!" she whispered.
"Linda, what are you doing here?" Vince said, shocked thanking his lucky stars that the blond bimbo he had brought back with him left straight after they'd had sex.
"Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday." She said kissing him.
After they had made love Vince held Linda in his arms as she slept, that had been too close for comfort. He vowed to stop his philandering ways there and then but of course, just like his father had warned him Vince had fallen into a pit he didn't know how to get out of.
B~ Thinking of my going, how to cut the thread br
And leave it all behind looking windward for my compass br
I take each day as it arrives br
But these miss you nights are the longest. ~ br/B
Ten years later Linda was in the kitchen, sobbing her heart out. She had finally found out the truth and couldn't believe it, how could she have been so stupid? Why did she not see it coming? How could he have betrayed her for so long? Or perhaps finally found out the truth wasn't the right words, she had finally faced up to the truth.
Deep down she knew that it was because she loved him, that's why she ignored it for so long. She had known about them all, it was in his eyes every time he came back from the road she just hadn't wanted to see it. Its strange. when you want to ignore something so badly you eventually block it from your mind, you don't let yourself think about it, you can't, for fear it will destroy you.
B~ Lay down all thoughts of your surrender br
It's only me who's killing time br
Lay down all dreams and themes once remembered br
It's just the same, this miss you game ~ br/B
When he got home that night, they were up for hours arguing.
"You have children, how could you do this!"
And it was always the same answer; "She didn't mean anything, I was stupid, I'll never do it again, I swear."
Yes, she eventually forgave him but alas he cheated on her numerous times after that too. Although it remained unspoken she could always see it and he always knew that she knew. He could see the hurt in her eyes, oh how it cut into him to see that hurt. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't, it was an addiction he couldn't beat, at least not for years to come.
B~ Yeah these miss you nights are the longest... ~/B
Vince took the piece of paper out of his pocket and stared at it, he walked towards the phone and stopped.
"She'd probably just hang up on me anyway at least if I went round there, she couldn't throw me out."
And a quick thank you to everybody who has read this story, although proper thank-you's will come at the end. Thanks for sticking with the story, I know the past few chapters haven't been my best but I'm lacking concentration at the moment because I'm sweltering in the heat, which I'm not used as I live in England and I've been brought up in the rain!
Vince sat down at the dining table in silence, ready to eat the meal for one he had slung in the microwave.
He took his first bite and flung his fork down in disgust, it tasted like cardboard.
"God I miss Linda's cooking." He said out loud as he sat back in the chair and pushed away his plate. He suddenly noticed the intense silence that filled the room and for the first time realised this was what Linda had to go through every time he went on the road, before she started going with him.
"Why did she stay as long as she did?" He wondered. His mind wandered back to their conversation earlier that day.
"Prove you love me and prove I can trust you."
Linda's exact words, but how was he supposed to prove his love for her? Surely she knew he loved her but then again look how you've treated her. You're not exactly the world's best husband and father. Linda was the one who had to look after the kids growing up, you were barely around but in recent years it's been fantastic, like we were just married or something, Vince reasoned. That doesn't make up for all those lost years though, that little voice in his head told him.
Growing tired of arguing with himself he stood up and put the radio on, he poured himself a scotch on the rocks and sat back down. One of his and Linda's favourite songs came on. Miss You Nights. a song that embodied their many years of marriage.
B~I've had many times, I can tell you br
Times when innocence I'd trade for company br
And children saw me crying br
I thought I'd had my share of that br
But these miss you nights are the longest.~ br/B
He was 26 years old and at a club, never mind the fact that his 22 year old wife was at home looking after their newborn son. Vincent Kennedy McMahon was not cut out for looking after babies, his life was about one thing - fun! His eyes scanned the room and they settled on a pretty blond girl who was at the bar.
His father had told him many times that life on the road was full of temptation and evils that would eventually destroy his marriage. He had begged his son not to come into the wrestling world, fearing that Vince would lose the best thing that had ever happened to him - his lovely wife Linda, who of course had no clue of what went on behind the scenes of wrestling. He knew what Vince was doing and pleaded with him to stop, not wanting him to fall into the same trap he had done, but it was no good Vince had pressed his self-destruct button and now nothing would be able to stop him. He had told his son to think of his wife and their newborn son but Vince didn't want to know. His only reply was "what she doesn't know won't hurt her." But Vince senior knew better than his naïve son, she'd find out, they always do. and when she did, it would hurt her more than he could possibly imagine.
B~ Midnight diamonds stud my heaven br
Southward burning lie the jewels that burn my place br
And the warm winds that embrace me br
Just as surely kissed your face br
Yeah these miss you nights are the longest. ~ br/B
She walked into his hotel room, she had come down as a surprise as it was Vince's birthday and had even brought their young son down with her. She snuck into his hotel room, treading ever so silently, with Shane in her arms.
She put Shane down in the baby carrier she had brought with her and placed it on the floor. Shane was asleep, twitching as he dreamt. Linda stood and admired him, not believing how much he looked like his father.
B~ How I miss you, I'm not likely to tell br
I'm a man and cold day light buys the pride I'd rather sell br
All my secrets are a wasted affair, you know them well. ~
br/B
Linda crept into the bathroom and put on a nightdress she had brought especially, she looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Since having Shane six months ago, she had regained her normal dress size but her body never looked the same. Linda was sensitive about it but Vince had always made her feel good, even when she was pregnant he never made her feel fat or unattractive.
She crept into bed beside him and gently woke him up. "Surprise!" she whispered.
"Linda, what are you doing here?" Vince said, shocked thanking his lucky stars that the blond bimbo he had brought back with him left straight after they'd had sex.
"Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday." She said kissing him.
After they had made love Vince held Linda in his arms as she slept, that had been too close for comfort. He vowed to stop his philandering ways there and then but of course, just like his father had warned him Vince had fallen into a pit he didn't know how to get out of.
B~ Thinking of my going, how to cut the thread br
And leave it all behind looking windward for my compass br
I take each day as it arrives br
But these miss you nights are the longest. ~ br/B
Ten years later Linda was in the kitchen, sobbing her heart out. She had finally found out the truth and couldn't believe it, how could she have been so stupid? Why did she not see it coming? How could he have betrayed her for so long? Or perhaps finally found out the truth wasn't the right words, she had finally faced up to the truth.
Deep down she knew that it was because she loved him, that's why she ignored it for so long. She had known about them all, it was in his eyes every time he came back from the road she just hadn't wanted to see it. Its strange. when you want to ignore something so badly you eventually block it from your mind, you don't let yourself think about it, you can't, for fear it will destroy you.
B~ Lay down all thoughts of your surrender br
It's only me who's killing time br
Lay down all dreams and themes once remembered br
It's just the same, this miss you game ~ br/B
When he got home that night, they were up for hours arguing.
"You have children, how could you do this!"
And it was always the same answer; "She didn't mean anything, I was stupid, I'll never do it again, I swear."
Yes, she eventually forgave him but alas he cheated on her numerous times after that too. Although it remained unspoken she could always see it and he always knew that she knew. He could see the hurt in her eyes, oh how it cut into him to see that hurt. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't, it was an addiction he couldn't beat, at least not for years to come.
B~ Yeah these miss you nights are the longest... ~/B
Vince took the piece of paper out of his pocket and stared at it, he walked towards the phone and stopped.
"She'd probably just hang up on me anyway at least if I went round there, she couldn't throw me out."