AN: This chapter is going to be very rusty, but I'm gonna give it a try :) I'm also trying to turn it around a bit, change some things up.
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Erika looked around the large dining room table and smiled to herself. Brock was to her right, completely engrossed in a conversation with Kurt, yet every so often she would feel his hand gently squeeze her own. Brock's mother Stephanie was to Erika's right, playing with Mya and talking to Karen. Various other friends and family members were there also, all seemingly with a huge weight lifted from their bodies. It was only a few hours ago that Justin had been sentenced to life in prison for the crimes he committed, and everyone present was in an almost victorious mood. Everyone except for Erika. She let go of Brock's hand and quietly left the room, deciding to head to one of the guest bedrooms. Erika sat down in a recliner and closed her eyes. Barely a minute passed before she heard footsteps enter the room. "You didn't need to follow me, Brock," she said, without opening her eyes.
"It's not Brock." Erika turned to see Kurt standing in the doorway. "Can I come in?"
"Of course. What's going on?"
He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. "You tell me." Erika kicked her shoes off and moved to the bed.
"I don't know Kurt. I should be thrilled about the sentence, but it's all so...weird." She gave a small chuckle. "I know, I'm just being emotional."
"And you have every right to be. Erika, something horrible happened to you and Nicole. And now, finally, the person who did it is going to pay for it. It's more than ok to be emotional."
"Weepy. I'm weepy," she clarified, then laughed. "Thanks Kurt, I needed that. If anyone asks would you tell them that I just want a few minutes to myself?"
"Sure." He kissed her forehead and left the room. Erika pushed her hair out of her face and sighed.
"Want some company?" Erika's head shot up at the sound of Brock's voice.
"Wow, I just can't get a minute, can I?" she said in a sarcastic tone.
Brock shook his head. "Nope. Kurt told me to come in here."
"Of course, because I asked him to tell everyone to give me a minute."
"So you can mope?"
"I'm allowed to."
Brock sat down next to her. "Maybe, but there are alot of people here who want to spend some time with you."
"Brock..." she trailed off, unsure what to say.
"No, Erika. I realize you are stressed out, but for once it isn't going to be all about you."
"What did you just say?" Brock got up and started pacing, his face twisted in anger.
"You heard me. This did not just happen to you! I lost my fiancee, Mya lost her mother, Heidi and Steve lost their daughter. Then you go and run up here, moping around like you're the victim. You're not! And for that matter-".
Erika got off the bed and stood in front of Brock. "Where the hell is this coming from? All I wanted was a few minutes to think. The house is crowded, I was feeling a bit overwhelmed so I came up here. I never said it was all about me, Brock."
Brock crossed his arms and stared down at her. "Could have fooled me."
Erika was bewildered. "What is going on with you?"
"Don't try to turn this around because it isn't happening."
"Have you lost your mind?"
Brock gave a cold laugh. "Not at all, I've just rethought some things. We need to get back downstairs." He grabbed her wrist and attempted to pull her from the room.
"Brock stop it!" Erika pulled back, but there was no way she could get out of his grasp.
"Are you coming down?"
"Yes, just let me go." She tried again, this time succeeding. She rubber over her wrist, hoping it wouldn't bruise. They went back downstairs and were immediately greeted by Kurt.
"Hey Rika, I tried..." he trailed off, noticing the upset expression on his sister's face. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, thanks," she replied in a mechanic voice. "Thank you."
"Sure," Kurt said slowly, sounding confused. He looked to Brock, but got no response. "We're going to head back to the hotel, it's getting kind of late. Do you have lunch plans tomorrow?" Erika shook her head. "Well now you do. Your office, around twelve?"
"Sounds good. Night Kurt," she said, and walked away without her usual hug. Kurt was even more surprised by this.
"Brock, man, what's going on with her?" he asked as his gaze followed her across the room.
"She's pissed at me, though I don't really think she should be. I just made a couple comments I thought she should hear is all."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You do have a big mouth. What did you say?"
Brock, thinking over everything, realized what an ass he sounded like. "Um...that she should stop wallowing upstairs while everyone was here because it wasn't all about her."
Kurt's mouth dropped. "You didn't."
"Yeah, I did."
"Is that all?"
"Um, yeah," he said, fidgeting a little, letting Kurt know that there was something more to it.
"Good one. Do you realize how many hours of therapy she went through just to feel semi normal? No, you wouldn't, would you? And the one big thing that her doctor told her was that anytime her feelings started to crowd her, she should move away from everyone and take a break. So nice job, you just ruined about a year's worth of progress." Kurt stomped away, leaving a shitty feeling Brock behind.
"Damn it!" he mumbled to himself. "Strike two, Lesnar."
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AN: I realize just how short this is, but I've gotten a few requests lately to write more, so I wanted to get this up ASAP. Expect more very soon. Please R&R :)
Lisa
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Erika looked around the large dining room table and smiled to herself. Brock was to her right, completely engrossed in a conversation with Kurt, yet every so often she would feel his hand gently squeeze her own. Brock's mother Stephanie was to Erika's right, playing with Mya and talking to Karen. Various other friends and family members were there also, all seemingly with a huge weight lifted from their bodies. It was only a few hours ago that Justin had been sentenced to life in prison for the crimes he committed, and everyone present was in an almost victorious mood. Everyone except for Erika. She let go of Brock's hand and quietly left the room, deciding to head to one of the guest bedrooms. Erika sat down in a recliner and closed her eyes. Barely a minute passed before she heard footsteps enter the room. "You didn't need to follow me, Brock," she said, without opening her eyes.
"It's not Brock." Erika turned to see Kurt standing in the doorway. "Can I come in?"
"Of course. What's going on?"
He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. "You tell me." Erika kicked her shoes off and moved to the bed.
"I don't know Kurt. I should be thrilled about the sentence, but it's all so...weird." She gave a small chuckle. "I know, I'm just being emotional."
"And you have every right to be. Erika, something horrible happened to you and Nicole. And now, finally, the person who did it is going to pay for it. It's more than ok to be emotional."
"Weepy. I'm weepy," she clarified, then laughed. "Thanks Kurt, I needed that. If anyone asks would you tell them that I just want a few minutes to myself?"
"Sure." He kissed her forehead and left the room. Erika pushed her hair out of her face and sighed.
"Want some company?" Erika's head shot up at the sound of Brock's voice.
"Wow, I just can't get a minute, can I?" she said in a sarcastic tone.
Brock shook his head. "Nope. Kurt told me to come in here."
"Of course, because I asked him to tell everyone to give me a minute."
"So you can mope?"
"I'm allowed to."
Brock sat down next to her. "Maybe, but there are alot of people here who want to spend some time with you."
"Brock..." she trailed off, unsure what to say.
"No, Erika. I realize you are stressed out, but for once it isn't going to be all about you."
"What did you just say?" Brock got up and started pacing, his face twisted in anger.
"You heard me. This did not just happen to you! I lost my fiancee, Mya lost her mother, Heidi and Steve lost their daughter. Then you go and run up here, moping around like you're the victim. You're not! And for that matter-".
Erika got off the bed and stood in front of Brock. "Where the hell is this coming from? All I wanted was a few minutes to think. The house is crowded, I was feeling a bit overwhelmed so I came up here. I never said it was all about me, Brock."
Brock crossed his arms and stared down at her. "Could have fooled me."
Erika was bewildered. "What is going on with you?"
"Don't try to turn this around because it isn't happening."
"Have you lost your mind?"
Brock gave a cold laugh. "Not at all, I've just rethought some things. We need to get back downstairs." He grabbed her wrist and attempted to pull her from the room.
"Brock stop it!" Erika pulled back, but there was no way she could get out of his grasp.
"Are you coming down?"
"Yes, just let me go." She tried again, this time succeeding. She rubber over her wrist, hoping it wouldn't bruise. They went back downstairs and were immediately greeted by Kurt.
"Hey Rika, I tried..." he trailed off, noticing the upset expression on his sister's face. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, thanks," she replied in a mechanic voice. "Thank you."
"Sure," Kurt said slowly, sounding confused. He looked to Brock, but got no response. "We're going to head back to the hotel, it's getting kind of late. Do you have lunch plans tomorrow?" Erika shook her head. "Well now you do. Your office, around twelve?"
"Sounds good. Night Kurt," she said, and walked away without her usual hug. Kurt was even more surprised by this.
"Brock, man, what's going on with her?" he asked as his gaze followed her across the room.
"She's pissed at me, though I don't really think she should be. I just made a couple comments I thought she should hear is all."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You do have a big mouth. What did you say?"
Brock, thinking over everything, realized what an ass he sounded like. "Um...that she should stop wallowing upstairs while everyone was here because it wasn't all about her."
Kurt's mouth dropped. "You didn't."
"Yeah, I did."
"Is that all?"
"Um, yeah," he said, fidgeting a little, letting Kurt know that there was something more to it.
"Good one. Do you realize how many hours of therapy she went through just to feel semi normal? No, you wouldn't, would you? And the one big thing that her doctor told her was that anytime her feelings started to crowd her, she should move away from everyone and take a break. So nice job, you just ruined about a year's worth of progress." Kurt stomped away, leaving a shitty feeling Brock behind.
"Damn it!" he mumbled to himself. "Strike two, Lesnar."
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AN: I realize just how short this is, but I've gotten a few requests lately to write more, so I wanted to get this up ASAP. Expect more very soon. Please R&R :)
Lisa
