A/N- As always I only own Cheyenne at this point... No one that is/or has been affiliated with the WWE.
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Chapter 15
Before I realized it two weeks had past. The new group was doing wonders and they were going to be starting the shows full time within a week. Marti had found a creative way for me to lose my title once they put the air cast on my foot... so now I am focusing all of my attention to the summer camp as it continued on.
The big highlight of the entire process came to me last week when Vince had called me one night to ask if I'd join the WWE team. I was ecstatic when he asked, but I told him that once Marti's company got to where he wanted it to be that I would think about it, but as for now I made a promise to him and fully intend to keep that promise. He told me he understood and that when I was ready that he would leave the offer open.
As far as the whole Mark missing in action went, he had called me the week after the first group of boys had gone back to work and he left me extremely confused but Marti came in and laid it all out on the table for me.
Flashback-
"Mark, go home!" I begged
"I can't Cheyenne, Vince has me booked up." He tried to reason
I sighed, "You know Mark... It's a wonder."
"What is?"
"That your marriage has lasted this long."
"Cheyenne!"
"No... Don't try and blame this all on Vince and the fact that you have to work. I know for a fact that you have a choice, and you've made it. Did you know that Vince asked me to wrestle for him?"
"No."
"Well, I told him that I made a promise to Marti and until I'm done I can't. Mark, he told me the job would wait on me. So YOU have no excuses, except that you are too bull headed to tell Vince about your life."
"You know there are some things that are just better off left alone." He said bitterly.
I nodded my temperature rising from my anger, "Yes, like this conversation, goodbye Mark." I said angrily about to slam the phone down.
"NO... Chey wait!" He yelled into the phone before I got it in it's cradle.
"For what, Mark? You to get off your ass... it is always the same shit! Ever since you first opened up to me it has always been, 'I can't'. YES you can, YOU just don't want to... Please don't call me anymore with your self pitty over a marriage that has been doomed once you decided to let it go... IF you had done something a long time ago this would already be solved and there wouldn't be anymore shoulda, coulda, woulda's in your life... I thought when you left you went to fix this, not go back to work."
"Chey, wait... what you are saying is true, but..." Mark started to try and explain, but I was tired of his sorry ass reasons.
"GOODNIGHT!" I screamed feed up and letting my anger get the best of me. I slammed the phone down and let out a frustrated growl.
"He still chooses to let this business rule his life, huh?" Marti asked from the doorway to my room.
"I just don't get him, Marti... WHY?" I asked plopping down onto my bed.
Marti came in and sat down next to me, "You know, sometimes you fall out of love with someone and make something else your life. He really does love Sara, but they make each other miserable. When I was around it was almost as if they weren't happy when they were together and were just as unhappy when they were seperated. Sara called me a few days after Mark left here and asked me about you."
My face fell, "Why would she do something like that?"
"She said Mark kept going on about how you've been pushing him to try and fix this marriage, and how much you remind him of her. Sara loves Mark with all her heart and soul, but she feels that she and him and better off just being friends and that has him all screwed up. She isn't going to go back to him and hopes that maybe your friendship with Mark will help him through it."
"Why isn't she going back to him?"
"She has realized that they just don't need to be together... she has also found someone else."
I almost fell off the bed when he told me that, "What? Who?"
Marti sighed hard the expression on his face looked like he was not sure how deep into this he wanted to go, "I'm trying to figure out how to put this into perspective for you and not be crude about it... See, Mark and Sara haven't always been the only ones in their beds. They shared with other people."
"Whoa! This is not my business Marti." I exclaimed standing up.
"Oh, but it is. If Mark had actually sat down and told you everything, all the reasons for their breakup, he would see that you are an understanding person. He has known that this break up was going on and why, but he hasn't been completely honest with you, or anyone else for that matter."
"Why hasn't he been honest with me, Marti. After all our talks and how close I thought we were, why didn't he just open up to me?"
"You haven't seen it have you?" Marti asked with a smile and when my brow furrowed he continued, "Sara and Mark are over, that's certain, and he is slowly getting over that... and he is hating himself, because he told her to have fun while he was gone and she fell in love with one of the men she was with. He's been kicking himself for having a job that kept him on the road, and also for allowing himself and his wife be with other people while he was gone... that was until he met you. Two days after meeting you, Mark said he wanted you in his life and the feelings he had only grew everyday. Now that he knows you, he loves you, but doesn't know how to tell you... He said he was going to tell you that night in the ring when he kissed you, but the timing and the conversation before hand was all wrong."
"You bet the conversation was wrong... We were talking about Sara for God's sake!" I yelled plopping back down on the bed and pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.
"Exactly, he told me that he wished he had never brought up the divorce with you, that he had just went with his gut instinct and talked to you about his feelings for you... But he is also scared that like his marriage with Sara, he won't be enough for you and you for him."
"Going back to what you said before about him knowing me... he doesn't know me at all... If he did he would know he could tell me anything. How is it after everything we've talked about, NONE of what you are telling me today has come up?"
"I've known Mark and Sara for years... when Sara called and told me a little about what was going on before he got here I've tried to get him to talk to me about it. Then I saw what happened between the two of you in the ring that night and thought it best if I let Mark come to me and talk about it first... I know he's lost when it comes to you, that was the first thing that came out of his mouth when he approached me about the situation."
I looked over at Marti with disbelief written all over my face, "What I know about Mark, I hate to say it, but I would not go there... not now."
Marti nodded knowingly, "When I talked to him the other day, I told him to tell you what was going on, all of it. I told him you seemed hurt cause he hasn't called and that you were worried about his marriage, too. Look, call him back, Chey... Ask him about this conversation we are having."
"Is that ok? I mean, I feel like you've broken a big trust issue here."
He sighed and looked down at the carpet for a moment before looking me in my eyes again, "I have, but his anger will pass with me quickly. If you ask me, I waited too long to get in the middle of this... I feel like you two are meant to be."
End Flashback-
So now a week later and I'm still staring at the phone knowing that I will not get to the bottom of it unless we talk. I care for him, but I'm not sure it would be the beginnings of love or just wanting someone in my life. Mark is a good man, but there are things that would make me question him unless he can get past his issue with not telling the whole truth.
Sighing I bit my lip as I picked up the phone and dialed the number, anxious to see how this would turn out... I've waited long enough...
Sorry to leave you hanging like this but such is luck.... Please review thanks.
