Title: When Reality Strikes
The flight home felt like forever. I tried to sleep through most of the flight but luck wasn't on my side. There was some turbulence. Now as I stand in my living room I look around and realize I'm really home. I don't have a job and I'm sick. My first instinct is to check all of my message but I stop myself. It's time I finally start putting myself first. Everyone else can just wait. I carry my bags up to my room and start peeling off my clothes. I walk into the bathroom and take my pill. I go back into my room and slide underneath the covers. It's nice to be able to finally sleep in my own bed.
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. When I glance at the clock I realize I slept through the entire night. I can't believe how exhausted I was. I reach over and grab the phone. "Morning sunshine. I didn't wake you did I?" I laugh and cradle the phone close to my ear. "Well Glenn you actually did wake me up but I needed to get up anyway. How are you?" Judging by the background noise I think he's at the airport. "I'm ok the question is how are you doing?" I pull the blankets tighter around me and sigh. "It's nice to be home and I got a good night's rest. But to be honest I still wish I was with you guys."
"Even if that meant dealing with Mark?" Oh yes how could I forget him? "Yes even if that meant dealing with Mark. How is his highness this morning?" Glenn starts to whisper into the phone so I can only assume Mark is near by. "I went to check on him this morning and when I let myself into the room he was still sound asleep so I knocked him off of the bed. As you can guess he was not too happy with me. Then he noticed the flowers you left and the note and let me tell you I've never heard Mark use so many curse words in one sentence. I'll just leave that up to your imagination. He had thought I went to see you at the hospital and you made me bring the flowers back. Anyway after he took his shower and stumbled out of the bathroom he told me he was going to go to the hospital to set your ass straight. I debated on taking cover before I told him you were gone and I should of went with my instinct because when he threw the flowers they missed my head by mere inches. He's been a grouch ever since."
"Hey someone wants to talk to you is it ok if I put them on?" I wonder who it could be. "Sure go ahead." When I hear the voice my worry disappears. "Hey Beautiful. How could you leave us without saying good-bye? Trish has been inconsolable. We're all thinking about striking till Vince hires you back." I start to laugh. "I'm sorry Paul but I had to leave. And don't you dare do anything that could jeopardize your job. I told Glenn to give my number to anyone that wanted it so we can still stay in touch." I hear Paul arguing with someone about the phone and I guess whoever he was fighting with won. "Erica sweetie how are you feeling?" Damn Trish must be stronger then I thought to get the phone away from Paul. "I'm all right. I can't believe I miss you guys already. Listen next time the WWE is in town I want you and Amy to stay at my house. We could have a girls night."
"Ok I am going to hold you to that but it still won't make up for you not being here. We all miss you. I will call you soon. I have to give Glenn his phone back because he's bitching we're using up all of his minutes." I start laughing when Trish calls Glenn a bigger diva then her. "Hey Erica, our flight is leaving soon so I gotta go. Oh shit Mark is coming over." I hear Mark ask Glenn who he is on the phone with and Glenn starts to stutter. Gee I bet he never will be able to tell he's lying. When I hear Mark ask if it's me Glenn starts laughing nervously and says no. I decide to hang up before Mark can get the phone away from Glenn.
Over the next week I speak on the phone with either Trish, Paul, Amy, or Glenn everyday. Amber came over one night and we both got drunk off our asses watching Raw. Every time Mark came onto the screen we would both boo the TV. I definitely paid for it the next day with a bad headache. I rested as much as I could but I realized sooner or later I was going to have to look for a job. I had already received my last check from Vince so I knew I had plenty of money to last me till I found a job. As I was paying some bills the doorbell rang. When I opened the door I saw a mail carrier. He asked me to sign for the package and once I did he handed me my envelope. I shut the door and went over to the couch. When I looked at the return address I saw it was from Titan Towers courtesy of Vince McMahon. I wonder what he wants?