Ray plopped down on her bed cell phone in hand. She put in a call to WWE
headquarters whom forwarded her straight to Vince McMahon.
"Ray, we are just glad you are safe, your parents were worried."
"Just a misunderstanding, Mr. McMahon."
"Oh I see." He paused, "Well we look forward to seeing you in Pennsylvania next week. You'll be making your splash debut."
"Oh kick ass," she stopped, forgetting whom she was talking to for a minute, "I mean. Wow."
Vince chuckled, "Well it's good to know you're excited."
"Well then I'll see you next week."
"See you then, Ray."
Ray hung up the phone, she rolled over onto her stomach to ease the pressure off her back, she slipped out of her wife beater and just lay there. She lay there so long that she didn't even hear Kevin and Corey walk in her bedroom.
"Oh my God!" Kevin yelled seeing that bandage, glued to her back with dried blood.
"What happened Ray?" Corey cried.
Ray looked at them, then on her back, rolling over to look at them. Corey had his cell-phone gripped tightly in his hand; Kevin was kneeling over her in an attempt to get her to roll back onto her stomach.
"Let me look at it Ravyn." Kevin ordered, "If you are hurt I need to check it and that little bandage is not going to stop the bleeding."
Ray rolled back on her belly and allowed Kevin to peel the bandage from her back, Corey and Kevin both gasped. Corey reached his hand out to touch it.
"Don't touch Core," Ray instructed, "You have to wash your hands first."
"It's swollen Ray." Kevin told her.
"Well it's about an hour old, what do you expect?" she rolled her eyes.
"Did it hurt?" Corey asked.
"Like a bitch." She replied simply.
"Well let's go take care of this dried blood." Kevin said helping Ray to her feet.
"Yeah," Corey was mesmerized by Ray's tattoo, even a little jealous. Ray has always outdone him, got her tongue pierced, her navel pierced, her eyebrow pierced, her ears out the wazoo, and now this. When will she realize she is not a boy?
Corey slept in Ray's room on the floor that night. Something he has done more times than he can count. They've known each other since they were kids, since she was baby in his two-year-old arms. Since then, well actually since she turned 13, blooming like the flower that most girls are; she has fascinated him. He watched her as she slipped out of her jeans and into her boxers. Her body was beautiful, and now with that raven on her back, claws raking her spine, the trickles of blood tattooed on her skin, made her irresistible.
"What the hell are you staring at Core?" she snapped him out of his trance.
She looked up into her eyes, those grey eyes of steel set into almonds, damn; she was sexy even when she was angry.
"That tatt on you back. Damn girl, I thought I would be the first to get a tatt," he teased as he popped a Cheetos in his mouth, he had such a junk food craze, especially when he was sleeping with Ray.
She smiled, her honey-glazed skin glowing under the black light in her room, "Beat ya."
She said that every time she did something before him. "You excited, your debut is next week."
"Yeah I know, I'm scared excited."
"I'm going to miss you."
"I'll be there, every time you turn on your T.V."
"It won't be the same." Corey sat up, "I'm going to miss you."
"I'll miss you too, Core." Ray bit her lip, "But you know what this means to me."
"Yeah, I know." He climbed on the bed beside her, "I know."
Ray laid her head on his shoulder; he was her anchor to earth, her brother, her best friend. She had no idea he wanted her for different reasons. That he watched her as more than the foul mouth tomboy she was.
"Ray?"
"Hmmm," she whispered half asleep.
"Why don't you have a boyfriend?"
Her head shot off his shoulder, her pretty facial features scrunched together, "Are you serious? Eww."
"What are you, a lesbian?" he joked.
"Well, no." she said quietly, "I just never really had a need for a boyfriend, I always had you." She placed her head on his shoulder again.
That was just what he was waiting for, he raised her chin to look at him, looked deep into those glazed over grey eyes, put his head down to kiss her, when there was a knock on the door.
"Hey kids, good night." Kevin called from the outside, "Ray, how's your back?"
"It's fine dad, night." she called as climbed into bed. "Wow, that was too weird, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to kiss me."
"Then you don't know any better," Corey muttered under his breath. Damn his father, damn him. He had her, had her right where he had wanted her for years. He could feel her breath on his lips, damn he wanted her, he looked over his shoulder, watching her even breathing as she slept in the fetal position. He had to have her.
"Ray, we are just glad you are safe, your parents were worried."
"Just a misunderstanding, Mr. McMahon."
"Oh I see." He paused, "Well we look forward to seeing you in Pennsylvania next week. You'll be making your splash debut."
"Oh kick ass," she stopped, forgetting whom she was talking to for a minute, "I mean. Wow."
Vince chuckled, "Well it's good to know you're excited."
"Well then I'll see you next week."
"See you then, Ray."
Ray hung up the phone, she rolled over onto her stomach to ease the pressure off her back, she slipped out of her wife beater and just lay there. She lay there so long that she didn't even hear Kevin and Corey walk in her bedroom.
"Oh my God!" Kevin yelled seeing that bandage, glued to her back with dried blood.
"What happened Ray?" Corey cried.
Ray looked at them, then on her back, rolling over to look at them. Corey had his cell-phone gripped tightly in his hand; Kevin was kneeling over her in an attempt to get her to roll back onto her stomach.
"Let me look at it Ravyn." Kevin ordered, "If you are hurt I need to check it and that little bandage is not going to stop the bleeding."
Ray rolled back on her belly and allowed Kevin to peel the bandage from her back, Corey and Kevin both gasped. Corey reached his hand out to touch it.
"Don't touch Core," Ray instructed, "You have to wash your hands first."
"It's swollen Ray." Kevin told her.
"Well it's about an hour old, what do you expect?" she rolled her eyes.
"Did it hurt?" Corey asked.
"Like a bitch." She replied simply.
"Well let's go take care of this dried blood." Kevin said helping Ray to her feet.
"Yeah," Corey was mesmerized by Ray's tattoo, even a little jealous. Ray has always outdone him, got her tongue pierced, her navel pierced, her eyebrow pierced, her ears out the wazoo, and now this. When will she realize she is not a boy?
Corey slept in Ray's room on the floor that night. Something he has done more times than he can count. They've known each other since they were kids, since she was baby in his two-year-old arms. Since then, well actually since she turned 13, blooming like the flower that most girls are; she has fascinated him. He watched her as she slipped out of her jeans and into her boxers. Her body was beautiful, and now with that raven on her back, claws raking her spine, the trickles of blood tattooed on her skin, made her irresistible.
"What the hell are you staring at Core?" she snapped him out of his trance.
She looked up into her eyes, those grey eyes of steel set into almonds, damn; she was sexy even when she was angry.
"That tatt on you back. Damn girl, I thought I would be the first to get a tatt," he teased as he popped a Cheetos in his mouth, he had such a junk food craze, especially when he was sleeping with Ray.
She smiled, her honey-glazed skin glowing under the black light in her room, "Beat ya."
She said that every time she did something before him. "You excited, your debut is next week."
"Yeah I know, I'm scared excited."
"I'm going to miss you."
"I'll be there, every time you turn on your T.V."
"It won't be the same." Corey sat up, "I'm going to miss you."
"I'll miss you too, Core." Ray bit her lip, "But you know what this means to me."
"Yeah, I know." He climbed on the bed beside her, "I know."
Ray laid her head on his shoulder; he was her anchor to earth, her brother, her best friend. She had no idea he wanted her for different reasons. That he watched her as more than the foul mouth tomboy she was.
"Ray?"
"Hmmm," she whispered half asleep.
"Why don't you have a boyfriend?"
Her head shot off his shoulder, her pretty facial features scrunched together, "Are you serious? Eww."
"What are you, a lesbian?" he joked.
"Well, no." she said quietly, "I just never really had a need for a boyfriend, I always had you." She placed her head on his shoulder again.
That was just what he was waiting for, he raised her chin to look at him, looked deep into those glazed over grey eyes, put his head down to kiss her, when there was a knock on the door.
"Hey kids, good night." Kevin called from the outside, "Ray, how's your back?"
"It's fine dad, night." she called as climbed into bed. "Wow, that was too weird, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to kiss me."
"Then you don't know any better," Corey muttered under his breath. Damn his father, damn him. He had her, had her right where he had wanted her for years. He could feel her breath on his lips, damn he wanted her, he looked over his shoulder, watching her even breathing as she slept in the fetal position. He had to have her.