Chapter 7
Thyst woke up at 2 in the afternoon. She was happy she could sleep in. She had left the door connecting Mark's and her room unlocked. The door was cracked open now, giving Thyst the signal that Mark had been in there before.
Thyst got out of bed. She walked into the bathroom and took a shower. When she came out Mark was sitting on the bed watching TV. Thyst was only wearing a towel.
"I see you've awoken from your slumber." Mark said right before she dashed back into the bathroom. She realized she left her clothes in her bag out in the living space.
"Don't worry I won't look!" Mark called.
"Could you just go into your room for just a second?" She answered back. She heard his long sigh and a grunt from him having to get up. She heard the door close behind his heavy footsteps. She dashed into her room and grabbed a nice tight top that complimented her curves and a pair of Jeans. She grabbed her bra and underwear and looked toward the door. She noticed it was cracked.
"Mark, you are such a perv." She said abruptly shutting the door in his face. She went back into the bathroom and changed.
"Couldn't resist! Those are some nice panties you got there." Mark said as he walked back into the room. He heard the hair dryer. That was his signal that she was dressed.
"Why were you in my room before I woke up anyway?" Thyst yelled at him over the hair dryer.
"I just peaked in earlier to see if you were awake. When I heard your shower I thought it'd be safe for me to come in darlin'." He called back to her. He sat on the edge of the bed and lay back. She walked into the room with her hair tossed and damp.
Mark stared at her, took in the smell of flowers and perfumes that she now omitted. His green eyes shimmered at her. She caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye as she was looking for her hairbrush. She found it and started brushing her hair. After some time she grew tired of the games he was playing.
"What?" She said, turning around abruptly. He adverted his eyes from her instantly. He felt like a little child getting scolded for putting his hand in the cookie jar before dinner.
"Do you really know how beautiful you are?" He asked under his breath as she started back to the bathroom.
"What was that, Mr. Calloway?" She said turning in the doorway.
"I said, that you are unbelievable thinking I'm staring at you all the time." He said, his voice deep and stern.
"You know, I'll stop thinking it, when you stop doing it." For as small as she was, he admitted, she had an attitude. She disappeared into the bathroom. He heard her rustling through her make-up box. "That's weird." He thought. Normally she didn't wear make-up, besides eyeliner. He really thought she didn't need it.
"I swear I'm gonna smack him one of these days." She thought, leaning towards the mirror and putting in her earrings. They dangled; they were, of course, the color of Amethyst. Next she moved to the powder. She never put foundation on, she knew she didn't need it. She moved to her eyeliner, carefully putting it on her lower lids only. Then she suddenly stopped. Why was she doing this?
"Pull yourself together. Just because he's giving you a little attention doesn't mean you should start giving him excuses to give you more." She thought. "You don't deserve it anyway." Her mind was racing. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She studied her eyes. The pools of aqua were pulling her in.
She remembered the bruises, the black around her eyes. She could never forget the pain and humiliation. She felt nauseated. She looked towards the toilet, but she knew there was no salvation in throwing up. There was no salvation for her anywhere. Not for the way she was, the way she had behaved. She slowly lifted her wrist; she stared at the scar, remembering that it was she who left this one. It was she who caused that hospital visit. If Heather hadn't have found her... She didn't want to even think of it. A loud knock startled her. She hadn't even noticed that she was crying and she was sitting on the floor. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyeliner was running and she quickly wiped it away.
"AMETHYST!" Marks voice startled her. She immediately opened the door.
"You okay?" He asked. She nodded.
"No you're not. You've been acting strand since yesterday." He said, grabbing her hands and leading her to the bed. They sat on the edge of it and Thyst kept her head down.
"You've only known me for what? 4 days?" She said, wiping a tear and smiling.
"What's bugging you?" Mark tilted her chin up and made her eyes stare into his.
"I don't want to talk about it." She sniffled and got up.
"What will make you feel better?" Mark asked, getting up.
"I want to go hang out with the others. I didn't get much chance yesterday since I was so nervous." She smiled and blushed. Mark nodded.
"To the lobby?" Mark walked into his room and got his key.
"What do you mean?" Thyst tilted her head.
"Well every wrestler on Smackdown is still in the hotel." Mark said.
"You're kidding." Thyst laughed.
"If I was I would be laughing." Mark closed the connecting door. He walked to the table and grabbed her room key and threw it to her.
"Let's go." He said. He opened the door for her and they walked down the hall. They saw John emerge from his room. He looked Thyst up and down. He hit the side of his nose twice and casually walked to her.
"Hey Thyst." John said, walking to her side. Mark gave him a warning look.
"Hey." She smiled. They stopped walking to exchange conversation.
"Did you enjoy the show last night?" John asked. He was so cocky it annoyed her.
"I didn't watch it." She said lifting an eyebrow.
"You see Cena I've got shit to do. As much as I'd love to just strip my clothes off and screw you right here, I have a fucking life. So the next time you talk to me, cut the bullshit. I don't like you like that." Amethyst crossed her arms in front of her chest. Mark stifled a laugh, but Thyst could hear a slit giggle escape his throat.
"PMS-ing?" He said. He adjusted his hat.
"Cena, you're lucky that I'm not. Otherwise you'd be on the floor grabbing your nuts right now. I suggest you shut up." Thyst grabbed Marks arm and continued walking.
"Bitch!" John called out. Thyst stopped right where she was and turned around and walked to him.
"Protect yourself." John grabbed between his legs and Thyst punched him in the eye. Mark was laughing his ass off.
"Note to self, don't call Thyst a Bitch." Mark said acting like he was writing it on his hand.
"See, that's why I was hired to be in the WWE. But NOOO I had to be eye candy." She said under her breath while she was walking towards Mark.
"What was that?" Mark asked..
"Nothing." She said. They walked into the elevator. They went to the receptionist.
"What room is Vince in?" Mark asked. Thyst looked at him.
"I have something to discuss with him." He said answering her unspoken question.
"Yes." The receptionist told him the room and Thyst followed Mark. They knocked on the door and he answered.
"Ah Mark." Vince stepped back to let them in.
"So what are our future plans?" Mark cut straight to the point.
"Glen's going to kidnap Thyst and cuff her to a big metal representation of your symbol. He'll call you out and you'll sneak up on him from behind." Vince said, going to the point himself. Thyst's eyes got as big as saucers.
"WHOA! I can't do that." Thyst said.
"Why not?" Vince asked.
"I don't mean disrespect but I'm not comfortable being chained up." She said.
"Well not many people are." He quipped back at her.
"No, it's not like that. I just can't be chained up. See there's something that happened a long time ago and it might...." She stopped her self. Vince nodded his head and made the shape of an O with his mouth.
"Well, if it gets too uncomfortable, all you have to do is scream, and I mean scream like you mean it and we'll stop it. Can you do that for me." Vince said. Mark looked at Thyst. She nodded. They turned to leave.
"Mark." Vince said. "Whatever you do, don't be late when Thyst screams, or I'll be trying to find a replacement for you." Vince gave him a look of seriousness. Mark nodded.
"What was he talking about?" Mark asked as they were walking down to the lobby again.
"I just had a bad experience. I really don't want to talk about it." She said.
"Let's go somewhere." She looked at the clock. It was about 3:15
"You hungry?" He asked.
"Hell yeah let's go." Thyst said. Mark dug in his pockets and threw her the keys.
"You sure about this?" She said smiling.
"What have I got to lose?" He said opening the door out of the Hotel for her. He opened the door to the car for her also. She adjusted it to fit her size. Mark adjusted his and sat down.
"Buckle your seatbelt, you'll need it." Thyst buckled hers and started the car. Mark complied and they pulled out of the parking lot. Thyst started going in the opposite direction of New York City.
Thyst woke up at 2 in the afternoon. She was happy she could sleep in. She had left the door connecting Mark's and her room unlocked. The door was cracked open now, giving Thyst the signal that Mark had been in there before.
Thyst got out of bed. She walked into the bathroom and took a shower. When she came out Mark was sitting on the bed watching TV. Thyst was only wearing a towel.
"I see you've awoken from your slumber." Mark said right before she dashed back into the bathroom. She realized she left her clothes in her bag out in the living space.
"Don't worry I won't look!" Mark called.
"Could you just go into your room for just a second?" She answered back. She heard his long sigh and a grunt from him having to get up. She heard the door close behind his heavy footsteps. She dashed into her room and grabbed a nice tight top that complimented her curves and a pair of Jeans. She grabbed her bra and underwear and looked toward the door. She noticed it was cracked.
"Mark, you are such a perv." She said abruptly shutting the door in his face. She went back into the bathroom and changed.
"Couldn't resist! Those are some nice panties you got there." Mark said as he walked back into the room. He heard the hair dryer. That was his signal that she was dressed.
"Why were you in my room before I woke up anyway?" Thyst yelled at him over the hair dryer.
"I just peaked in earlier to see if you were awake. When I heard your shower I thought it'd be safe for me to come in darlin'." He called back to her. He sat on the edge of the bed and lay back. She walked into the room with her hair tossed and damp.
Mark stared at her, took in the smell of flowers and perfumes that she now omitted. His green eyes shimmered at her. She caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye as she was looking for her hairbrush. She found it and started brushing her hair. After some time she grew tired of the games he was playing.
"What?" She said, turning around abruptly. He adverted his eyes from her instantly. He felt like a little child getting scolded for putting his hand in the cookie jar before dinner.
"Do you really know how beautiful you are?" He asked under his breath as she started back to the bathroom.
"What was that, Mr. Calloway?" She said turning in the doorway.
"I said, that you are unbelievable thinking I'm staring at you all the time." He said, his voice deep and stern.
"You know, I'll stop thinking it, when you stop doing it." For as small as she was, he admitted, she had an attitude. She disappeared into the bathroom. He heard her rustling through her make-up box. "That's weird." He thought. Normally she didn't wear make-up, besides eyeliner. He really thought she didn't need it.
"I swear I'm gonna smack him one of these days." She thought, leaning towards the mirror and putting in her earrings. They dangled; they were, of course, the color of Amethyst. Next she moved to the powder. She never put foundation on, she knew she didn't need it. She moved to her eyeliner, carefully putting it on her lower lids only. Then she suddenly stopped. Why was she doing this?
"Pull yourself together. Just because he's giving you a little attention doesn't mean you should start giving him excuses to give you more." She thought. "You don't deserve it anyway." Her mind was racing. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She studied her eyes. The pools of aqua were pulling her in.
She remembered the bruises, the black around her eyes. She could never forget the pain and humiliation. She felt nauseated. She looked towards the toilet, but she knew there was no salvation in throwing up. There was no salvation for her anywhere. Not for the way she was, the way she had behaved. She slowly lifted her wrist; she stared at the scar, remembering that it was she who left this one. It was she who caused that hospital visit. If Heather hadn't have found her... She didn't want to even think of it. A loud knock startled her. She hadn't even noticed that she was crying and she was sitting on the floor. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyeliner was running and she quickly wiped it away.
"AMETHYST!" Marks voice startled her. She immediately opened the door.
"You okay?" He asked. She nodded.
"No you're not. You've been acting strand since yesterday." He said, grabbing her hands and leading her to the bed. They sat on the edge of it and Thyst kept her head down.
"You've only known me for what? 4 days?" She said, wiping a tear and smiling.
"What's bugging you?" Mark tilted her chin up and made her eyes stare into his.
"I don't want to talk about it." She sniffled and got up.
"What will make you feel better?" Mark asked, getting up.
"I want to go hang out with the others. I didn't get much chance yesterday since I was so nervous." She smiled and blushed. Mark nodded.
"To the lobby?" Mark walked into his room and got his key.
"What do you mean?" Thyst tilted her head.
"Well every wrestler on Smackdown is still in the hotel." Mark said.
"You're kidding." Thyst laughed.
"If I was I would be laughing." Mark closed the connecting door. He walked to the table and grabbed her room key and threw it to her.
"Let's go." He said. He opened the door for her and they walked down the hall. They saw John emerge from his room. He looked Thyst up and down. He hit the side of his nose twice and casually walked to her.
"Hey Thyst." John said, walking to her side. Mark gave him a warning look.
"Hey." She smiled. They stopped walking to exchange conversation.
"Did you enjoy the show last night?" John asked. He was so cocky it annoyed her.
"I didn't watch it." She said lifting an eyebrow.
"You see Cena I've got shit to do. As much as I'd love to just strip my clothes off and screw you right here, I have a fucking life. So the next time you talk to me, cut the bullshit. I don't like you like that." Amethyst crossed her arms in front of her chest. Mark stifled a laugh, but Thyst could hear a slit giggle escape his throat.
"PMS-ing?" He said. He adjusted his hat.
"Cena, you're lucky that I'm not. Otherwise you'd be on the floor grabbing your nuts right now. I suggest you shut up." Thyst grabbed Marks arm and continued walking.
"Bitch!" John called out. Thyst stopped right where she was and turned around and walked to him.
"Protect yourself." John grabbed between his legs and Thyst punched him in the eye. Mark was laughing his ass off.
"Note to self, don't call Thyst a Bitch." Mark said acting like he was writing it on his hand.
"See, that's why I was hired to be in the WWE. But NOOO I had to be eye candy." She said under her breath while she was walking towards Mark.
"What was that?" Mark asked..
"Nothing." She said. They walked into the elevator. They went to the receptionist.
"What room is Vince in?" Mark asked. Thyst looked at him.
"I have something to discuss with him." He said answering her unspoken question.
"Yes." The receptionist told him the room and Thyst followed Mark. They knocked on the door and he answered.
"Ah Mark." Vince stepped back to let them in.
"So what are our future plans?" Mark cut straight to the point.
"Glen's going to kidnap Thyst and cuff her to a big metal representation of your symbol. He'll call you out and you'll sneak up on him from behind." Vince said, going to the point himself. Thyst's eyes got as big as saucers.
"WHOA! I can't do that." Thyst said.
"Why not?" Vince asked.
"I don't mean disrespect but I'm not comfortable being chained up." She said.
"Well not many people are." He quipped back at her.
"No, it's not like that. I just can't be chained up. See there's something that happened a long time ago and it might...." She stopped her self. Vince nodded his head and made the shape of an O with his mouth.
"Well, if it gets too uncomfortable, all you have to do is scream, and I mean scream like you mean it and we'll stop it. Can you do that for me." Vince said. Mark looked at Thyst. She nodded. They turned to leave.
"Mark." Vince said. "Whatever you do, don't be late when Thyst screams, or I'll be trying to find a replacement for you." Vince gave him a look of seriousness. Mark nodded.
"What was he talking about?" Mark asked as they were walking down to the lobby again.
"I just had a bad experience. I really don't want to talk about it." She said.
"Let's go somewhere." She looked at the clock. It was about 3:15
"You hungry?" He asked.
"Hell yeah let's go." Thyst said. Mark dug in his pockets and threw her the keys.
"You sure about this?" She said smiling.
"What have I got to lose?" He said opening the door out of the Hotel for her. He opened the door to the car for her also. She adjusted it to fit her size. Mark adjusted his and sat down.
"Buckle your seatbelt, you'll need it." Thyst buckled hers and started the car. Mark complied and they pulled out of the parking lot. Thyst started going in the opposite direction of New York City.