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A/N: So you want to have discussions on being fucked up do ya? LOL okay so yeah I am just a little bit actually. But none the less in smart Melissa fashion I have injured myself again. LOL I hope to god this pain stops shooting out of my god damned foot, but if not it has me sidelined for a few days or weeks, or hell maybe I can pop what I tore back into place? Remind me never to do this shit again, oh wait you don't know how I did it. Well it's to stupid to say so let's leave it at that and put some sort of an end to this fucked up tale. This may get taken and made into two chapters but it shall end soon!
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*~Hayley's POV~*
"Are you sure you want to go through with this Hay? I mean no one is expecting you to show up and be able to pay respects and such."
"Then why are you going?"
"I dated the guy, even if he did turn out to be a sick fuck, I think I need to pay respects to what he was before the hatred took over in him."
"Yeah Ariel, the hatred that took over was for me, and ultimately it cost him his life. I took that life, and it wasn't my place to do it. He has a family for crying out loud. I need to pay respects to them. Although they might not ever get past the fact that I killed their son, I want them to know I had hoped it had never happened."
"Did you forget that you were also the one that tried to save his life? Sure you shot him, I mean that in itself is fucked up, but he drove you too it, and then you being the only one with the blood type they needed for him, I mean you went against the fact that the man raped you and you tried to save his life. That has to count for something. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes Ariel I want to do this."
Randy had called the week before and asked if I wanted to go to the funeral with him and the rest of the WWE guys, seeing as I used to be one of them and I had said yes before I actually had a chance to go over what that might mean. After spending the week almost calling and bowing out a bunch of times, I had finally decided this was the best thing for me, and for everyone else that was directly affected by what had happened. Vince was in shock over the whole thing, and he wouldn't talk to anyone, which I could completely sympathize with. He now knew how serious things had gotten and that Jim had tried to keep him out of it as much as he could, because even he thought it wasn't that big of a deal. Now that everyone was going to his funeral, it seemed that things were becoming clear that it was serious. So serious that I had shot and killed a man.
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*~Zach's POV~*
"You ready man?"
"Yeah, I'm as ready as I will be. You sure this is the right move?"
"As hated as he was, Zach, he was one of us, and we need to be there as a unit and show respects for him and for his family."
"And Hayley is going?"
"She didn't hesitate telling me she was going, so I take it that she hasn't changed her mind on the whole thing."
"Is that the best thing? I mean his getting shot has garnered a lot of unwanted publicity for him, Hayley, the WWE and Brock's family. I don't know if her showing up when I am sure there is going to be tons of news vans and irritating reporters is a good thing for anyone."
"It's a good thing for her. She needs to move on, and so do we, as much as we don't want too. I know Brock's family knows and they hate her for what she has done, but he wasn't innocent either. It just turned out badly for everyone."
I knew Randy had a point and that Hayley had to do this as much for herself as for anyone else. She wasn't doing it to get publicity for herself or her friends. She was doing this because in her heart she knew shooting him the way she had was wrong, and she needed to put it behind her and go back to her life in Toronto. I wanted nothing more then for her to be happy. I only hoped that after today's events, that she would be able to be happy.
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*~Hayley's POV~*
I watched them lower the casket into the ground and I couldn't help feeling sick to my stomach. Brock's mother and father had both approached me and told me that they didn't hate me for what happened. It was just his time to go, even though it was a pretty brutal way to go out. They even asked me to their house afterwards as well, because they wanted me to know the real Brock Lesnar, the way he was before he let all of these sick thoughts invade. I told them I might come, but sitting here now, watching the wind blow the trees and the flowers over his grave, as they continue to drop dirt into the ground, it just didn't seem like the right thing for me to do.
"You ready to go princess?"
"In a minute, it almost seems wrong to leave right now."
"Why is that?"
"I hated him, more then I have ever hated anyone in my entire life, my drunken father included. He beat me within an inch of my life, he raped me, he terrorized my friends and almost took Zach out, and apparently he did it all for me, because he didn't want me with Zach, because he didn't want anyone to be happy unless he got what he wanted. I don't know why I feel this way, but I don't hate him anymore. I just feel sick about the entire thing."
"He did hurt you; he took away a part of you that needs to have the chance to come back. He made you grow up a hell of a lot faster then you needed too. Hell, we all did that didn't we? I helped him through most of what he was doing to you and Zach, and then once I got a clue, it was too late, there was no stopping him. You were chosen to do an interview, but for some sick reason I think you were also chosen to end this insanity as well."
"Randy, it just doesn't seem fair that's all. In the beginning, that night I did the first interview with Zach and I met Brock, he wasn't sick like this. I don't get what changed and how we all got to this point."
"We got here based on fate. Look is you sure you don't just want to get out of here now? I can drive you back to your dorm and you can relax."
"Randy, it will never be over."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm pregnant."
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*~Zach's POV~*
Flipping through the channels on the television, I looked at the clock. She should be home from the funeral now, and relaxing back into her life at the dorm. She could now finally put all of this behind her and move on with her life. I wanted that for her more then anything. But if I wanted it so bad, why couldn't I get her out of my mind.
I had laid everything out on the table for her, let her make all the decisions, and nothing was being done. So that should be enough information for me to move on with my life and let Hayley move on with hers. It still didn't explain why I couldn't get her out of my mind. There was just something about that girl and all the fucked up things we had been through, that I couldn't do it.
Turning off the television, there was a knock at the door, and getting up to answer it, I found myself filled with a sense of sickness. There couldn't possibly be any worse news tonight could there?
"Randy, Hayley, what are you guys doing here?"
"We all need to have a serious talk here Zach, you care to let us in or should we have it out here in the hallway?"
"No come in, sorry." Moving out of the way, I let them come into the room and I closed the door, making sure it was locked tight so there wouldn't be any interruptions.
"So Hayley has something she wants to tell you."
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
I couldn't help wondering what Hayley would have to say that she had already told Randy about. I knew that she and Randy had become close once he broke away from Brock, but I didn't realize that he knew a whole lot about what had happened between us.
"I don't know if I can even say this again Randy. It was hard enough telling you. God Ariel doesn't even know this yet."
"Well just tell him."
"Okay, Zach, I'm pregnant."
"What?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. We had slept together before she had come back to Toronto, it was a chance thing, and we had both made a pact that neither one of us would take it seriously, and now here she was telling me that it just got a whole lot more serious on me.
"How did that happen?" I asked, not realizing how stupid that sounded until it came out of my mouth.
"Well you know how one gets pregnant by now don't you buddy? I mean does she really need to tell you that penis enters vagina and boom boom its baby time? I thought you would already know that. I mean you aren't 15 are you?" Randy asked, using as much restraint as he could not to burst out laughing at my stupid comment.
"I meant, we were protected. How long have you known Hayley?"
"A Week. Long enough for me to find out for sure that it wasn't Brock's baby. So before you ask me why I didn't come right to you and tell you all about it, I had my reasons. I don't expect anything from you at all. I just thought, and Randy agreed that you had a right to know, and that you have a right to be a father."
I was still shell shocked. I didn't know what to say to her without it sounding stupid right now. She had told me before that she loved me, but that night at her house she hadn't said anything aside from the kiss, and what happened after that. I had assumed with her move back to Toronto, she wanted to move on with her life and leave me in her past. Now she had to put me right back in it. It really was true that it would never be over.
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A/N2: That song from the chapter before was called Time and it was by Chantal Kreviazuk, who is a local Canadian Artist. I thought I would mention that through my foot pain. So the next chapter will be the last one, I just had to split them up because I don't think fan fiction wants me posting a 15 page chapter, its bad enough this one was 5. As always do what you have too and read and review.
A/N: So you want to have discussions on being fucked up do ya? LOL okay so yeah I am just a little bit actually. But none the less in smart Melissa fashion I have injured myself again. LOL I hope to god this pain stops shooting out of my god damned foot, but if not it has me sidelined for a few days or weeks, or hell maybe I can pop what I tore back into place? Remind me never to do this shit again, oh wait you don't know how I did it. Well it's to stupid to say so let's leave it at that and put some sort of an end to this fucked up tale. This may get taken and made into two chapters but it shall end soon!
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*~Hayley's POV~*
"Are you sure you want to go through with this Hay? I mean no one is expecting you to show up and be able to pay respects and such."
"Then why are you going?"
"I dated the guy, even if he did turn out to be a sick fuck, I think I need to pay respects to what he was before the hatred took over in him."
"Yeah Ariel, the hatred that took over was for me, and ultimately it cost him his life. I took that life, and it wasn't my place to do it. He has a family for crying out loud. I need to pay respects to them. Although they might not ever get past the fact that I killed their son, I want them to know I had hoped it had never happened."
"Did you forget that you were also the one that tried to save his life? Sure you shot him, I mean that in itself is fucked up, but he drove you too it, and then you being the only one with the blood type they needed for him, I mean you went against the fact that the man raped you and you tried to save his life. That has to count for something. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes Ariel I want to do this."
Randy had called the week before and asked if I wanted to go to the funeral with him and the rest of the WWE guys, seeing as I used to be one of them and I had said yes before I actually had a chance to go over what that might mean. After spending the week almost calling and bowing out a bunch of times, I had finally decided this was the best thing for me, and for everyone else that was directly affected by what had happened. Vince was in shock over the whole thing, and he wouldn't talk to anyone, which I could completely sympathize with. He now knew how serious things had gotten and that Jim had tried to keep him out of it as much as he could, because even he thought it wasn't that big of a deal. Now that everyone was going to his funeral, it seemed that things were becoming clear that it was serious. So serious that I had shot and killed a man.
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*~Zach's POV~*
"You ready man?"
"Yeah, I'm as ready as I will be. You sure this is the right move?"
"As hated as he was, Zach, he was one of us, and we need to be there as a unit and show respects for him and for his family."
"And Hayley is going?"
"She didn't hesitate telling me she was going, so I take it that she hasn't changed her mind on the whole thing."
"Is that the best thing? I mean his getting shot has garnered a lot of unwanted publicity for him, Hayley, the WWE and Brock's family. I don't know if her showing up when I am sure there is going to be tons of news vans and irritating reporters is a good thing for anyone."
"It's a good thing for her. She needs to move on, and so do we, as much as we don't want too. I know Brock's family knows and they hate her for what she has done, but he wasn't innocent either. It just turned out badly for everyone."
I knew Randy had a point and that Hayley had to do this as much for herself as for anyone else. She wasn't doing it to get publicity for herself or her friends. She was doing this because in her heart she knew shooting him the way she had was wrong, and she needed to put it behind her and go back to her life in Toronto. I wanted nothing more then for her to be happy. I only hoped that after today's events, that she would be able to be happy.
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*~Hayley's POV~*
I watched them lower the casket into the ground and I couldn't help feeling sick to my stomach. Brock's mother and father had both approached me and told me that they didn't hate me for what happened. It was just his time to go, even though it was a pretty brutal way to go out. They even asked me to their house afterwards as well, because they wanted me to know the real Brock Lesnar, the way he was before he let all of these sick thoughts invade. I told them I might come, but sitting here now, watching the wind blow the trees and the flowers over his grave, as they continue to drop dirt into the ground, it just didn't seem like the right thing for me to do.
"You ready to go princess?"
"In a minute, it almost seems wrong to leave right now."
"Why is that?"
"I hated him, more then I have ever hated anyone in my entire life, my drunken father included. He beat me within an inch of my life, he raped me, he terrorized my friends and almost took Zach out, and apparently he did it all for me, because he didn't want me with Zach, because he didn't want anyone to be happy unless he got what he wanted. I don't know why I feel this way, but I don't hate him anymore. I just feel sick about the entire thing."
"He did hurt you; he took away a part of you that needs to have the chance to come back. He made you grow up a hell of a lot faster then you needed too. Hell, we all did that didn't we? I helped him through most of what he was doing to you and Zach, and then once I got a clue, it was too late, there was no stopping him. You were chosen to do an interview, but for some sick reason I think you were also chosen to end this insanity as well."
"Randy, it just doesn't seem fair that's all. In the beginning, that night I did the first interview with Zach and I met Brock, he wasn't sick like this. I don't get what changed and how we all got to this point."
"We got here based on fate. Look is you sure you don't just want to get out of here now? I can drive you back to your dorm and you can relax."
"Randy, it will never be over."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm pregnant."
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*~Zach's POV~*
Flipping through the channels on the television, I looked at the clock. She should be home from the funeral now, and relaxing back into her life at the dorm. She could now finally put all of this behind her and move on with her life. I wanted that for her more then anything. But if I wanted it so bad, why couldn't I get her out of my mind.
I had laid everything out on the table for her, let her make all the decisions, and nothing was being done. So that should be enough information for me to move on with my life and let Hayley move on with hers. It still didn't explain why I couldn't get her out of my mind. There was just something about that girl and all the fucked up things we had been through, that I couldn't do it.
Turning off the television, there was a knock at the door, and getting up to answer it, I found myself filled with a sense of sickness. There couldn't possibly be any worse news tonight could there?
"Randy, Hayley, what are you guys doing here?"
"We all need to have a serious talk here Zach, you care to let us in or should we have it out here in the hallway?"
"No come in, sorry." Moving out of the way, I let them come into the room and I closed the door, making sure it was locked tight so there wouldn't be any interruptions.
"So Hayley has something she wants to tell you."
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
I couldn't help wondering what Hayley would have to say that she had already told Randy about. I knew that she and Randy had become close once he broke away from Brock, but I didn't realize that he knew a whole lot about what had happened between us.
"I don't know if I can even say this again Randy. It was hard enough telling you. God Ariel doesn't even know this yet."
"Well just tell him."
"Okay, Zach, I'm pregnant."
"What?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. We had slept together before she had come back to Toronto, it was a chance thing, and we had both made a pact that neither one of us would take it seriously, and now here she was telling me that it just got a whole lot more serious on me.
"How did that happen?" I asked, not realizing how stupid that sounded until it came out of my mouth.
"Well you know how one gets pregnant by now don't you buddy? I mean does she really need to tell you that penis enters vagina and boom boom its baby time? I thought you would already know that. I mean you aren't 15 are you?" Randy asked, using as much restraint as he could not to burst out laughing at my stupid comment.
"I meant, we were protected. How long have you known Hayley?"
"A Week. Long enough for me to find out for sure that it wasn't Brock's baby. So before you ask me why I didn't come right to you and tell you all about it, I had my reasons. I don't expect anything from you at all. I just thought, and Randy agreed that you had a right to know, and that you have a right to be a father."
I was still shell shocked. I didn't know what to say to her without it sounding stupid right now. She had told me before that she loved me, but that night at her house she hadn't said anything aside from the kiss, and what happened after that. I had assumed with her move back to Toronto, she wanted to move on with her life and leave me in her past. Now she had to put me right back in it. It really was true that it would never be over.
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A/N2: That song from the chapter before was called Time and it was by Chantal Kreviazuk, who is a local Canadian Artist. I thought I would mention that through my foot pain. So the next chapter will be the last one, I just had to split them up because I don't think fan fiction wants me posting a 15 page chapter, its bad enough this one was 5. As always do what you have too and read and review.