Author's Note: This chapter is very, very short... but it's not too bad... I hope you enjoy...

**Can't Forgive**

I sat down next to John in his dressing room. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, "You okay?" I shook my head, "No, did you know Brock was here?" John swallowed and nodded slightly. I sighed and looked at the kids playing on the floor. John kissed my cheek, "I know you're pissed off at him." I shook my head, "That doesn't begin to describe it." John sighed and looked at Jason, "Angel, if you're going to tear him a new one, don't do it in front of the kids." I looked up at him, "I thought you would've known better than to suggest that." John smiled and nodded, "I'm just saying." I nodded, "Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything with them around." John nodded, "Good." The door opened and Rayne and Brock came back in. My eyes went wide in shock when I noticed they were holding hands. They made up. What the fuck was wrong with Rayne?! I couldn't believe it! Apparently John couldn't either. He had known how hurt Rayne was, and that she took him back was something neither of us expected. I stood up and eyed my sister for a moment before storming out of the room. Rayne sighed and walked after me. I was halfway down the hall when she caught up to me, "Angel, wait a sec." I turned around, "Rayne, what the fuck is that?!" Rayne sighed, "He said he didn't mean it." I shook my head, God, this was irritating. Not only that, but my painkillers were starting to wear off, and my ribs were killing me. I winced and rested my hand on my ribs. Brock came up behind Rayne; Brock placed his hand on her shoulder, "Rayne, let me talk to your sister." Rayne eyed me for a moment when she noticed a hateful look in my eyes. She sighed and nodded, "Fine." I watched as she walked away. She disappeared into the dressing room and I glared at Brock, "What the fuck do YOU want?" "I know you've been waiting to let me have it, so go ahead." I clenched my fist, I had been waiting for this since Rayne told me what happened. I sighed and loosened my hand. I looked at him, "Just because I'm not going to his you, doesn't mean I forgive you, and just to let you know," I got in his face, "if you hurt Rayne again, I swear to God, I will beat the living hell out of you, and what happened to me will be nothing compared to what will happen to you? Got it?" Brock was shocked, I had never threatened him like that, at least not off camera. I winced and held my ribs as I stalked back to the dressing room.
The show went fine, except for the looks I kept getting from Rayne. She should've known I was just lookig out for her. That's what sisters do. I laid down on the bed after taking a couple painkillers and Mark climbed up onto the bed next to me, "Mommy?" I smiled and looked at him, although I felt like I was going to die, I forced a smile, "What sweetie?" "How'd you get hurt?" I sighed and looked at John; he shrugged. I looked back at Mark and kissed his forehead, "I'll tell you when you're older." Mark stuck out his bottom lip but hopped down off the bed. John pulled the covers back and let both kids get comfortable before covering them up. He got into bed behind me after stripping down to his boxers. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck, "I love you." I smiled and closed my eyes, "I love you too babe." He hugged me tightly and soon, we were both asleep.

Author's Note: Well, Angel didn't kill Brock, I know that may disappoint some of you, but that's how it goes... anyway... REVIEW...