Disclaimer: Again it's in chapter 1...
A/N: There are German characters. They do have the accent. Weird sentence structure and odd spellings are to emphasize their accent.
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Chapter 3- It begins...
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"You are... CM Punk," the man who I guessed to be her father asked.
"Um, yes. My name is actually Phil Brooks. Most people call me Punk or Punker though."
"Um hum," the man growled. I guessed he was pretty close to my height, but I knew he was more muscular. I saw a small woman coming into the small room.
"Rainer, Christophe needs you," she said. The man glared at me once more then turned and walked off. The woman looked much friendlier than the man. "So you are ze date for Freya," she asked with a heavy German accent.
"Yes, I am," I was unsure of how to answer. The last reaction I had received wasn't exactly the greatest.
"Come in," she said to me. I stepped in the house after she moved away from the door."Vat ist your name?"
"I am Phil Brooks, but most people call me Punk or Punker."
"Das ist nice name. I vill call you... Punk," she said smiling. I could tell she wasn't very fluent in English. "Do not vorry about my husband. He ist pro... pro," she struggled with the last word.
"Protective?"
"Ja," she said. I wondered how long she had lived in the US, but my thoughts were quickly interrupted by her voice. "Freya comes soon."
"Are you her mother," I asked. The woman nodded. "I am very happy to meet you and your daughter." She smiled at this and told me to sit down. She then ran up the stairs. I heard a conversation. I knew the language to be German. I sat there for a few more minutes looking at the rose I held in my hands.
I heard a door open and looked up. She stood at the top of the stairs. She looked quite nervous and very excited. She was quite possibly the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I guessed her height to be about 5' 6" or 5' 7". She had big, bright green eyes. The light blue eye make-up she wore only made them stand out even more, not that they could have been ignored to begin with. She had very shiny platinum blonde hair. Streaks of red showed through. Her eyebrows arched slightly and her lips were tinted with a light pink gloss. She wore a black renaissance styled dress with red mesh that came from the waist down near the bottom of the dress. At the ends it was tattered. She wore her hair in a up-do that had curls, braids, straight areas and wavy sections. The only thing that was completely straight in her hair was her chin length bangs.
She walked down the stairs slowly. She kept her eyes on the floor all the way down. She glanced up at me once as she approached then looked back down at the floor. When she stood before me I placed the tips of my fingers under her chin and lifted gently until she was looking me in the eye. I saw a certain mixture of excitement and fear in the green orbs. She quickly looked away.
"I'm Freya," she said staring at the floor again.
"You look amazing tonight Miss Schneider," I said as I handed her the rose. She looked up at me and smiled half-heartedly.
"No where near as amazing as you look," she said. Her cheeks reddened as soon as she had realized what she had said.
"No, you really look amazing," I told the girl who was now smelling of the rose. "Are you ready to go," I asked her in hopes that the tension would end after we left the house.
"Yeah," she responded in a barely audible voice. I took her hand in mine and led her to the limo. After we got in she looked up at me. "I probably won't be a very fun date. I am sorry that you had to come."
"I wanted to come," I said to the shy girl. "I didn't have to come... Are you ok?"
"Yes," she said. I saw her trembling. She was terrified.
"Honey, what has happened to you? Why are you so scared?"
"Nothing," she said quietly.
"I'll drop it, but if you wanna talk about it you can," I said. I didn't want to make her distance herself from me. It was her prom; she should have a good time, not be scared.
"What made you choose me for the date?"
"I vanted... wanted to meet you. You are a von...wonderful wrestler and I thought you would be really sweet," she said fighting her accent.
"You know your accent doesn't bother me. If it is easier for you to talk with the accent by all means go ahead. I think it is cute," I tried to reassure the girl.
"Do you really?"
"Yes I do," I took her hand again. She smiled at me. I was glad to see she had calmed a little.
"What do you plan on doing after high school?"
"Wrestle."
"Have you been trained yet?"
"No," she said in a very sad voice.
"I have some information on ROH still if you would like to have it. I'm not the trainer there anymore, but they have a really good trainer."
"I vould like ze information, if it is not too much trouble..."
"It's no problem," I said as I watched her. I could still see the fear in her eyes and it was killing me. "Are you scared of all men or just me," I questioned. It came out harshly; the exact opposite of how it was intended.
"All men," she said as she moved closer to the door.
"I'm so sorry. I did not mean for it to scare you. I just don't want you to fear me."
"You vant to know vhy, don't you?"
"Yes," I responded. I felt my heart sinking even before she spoke. I wasn't sure why she was opening up to me, but I was glad she was. As I sat there I heard the horrific details of her rape and how her father had hated her ever since. He told her it was her fault and began beating her and her mother. That was when her mother got a divorce.
She explained that the man who had answered the do was her stepfather and due to what had happened to her he had become insanely protective and they had moved to the US to escape her father.
I held her close to me as she recounted the last year or so. I pulled her closer as she began to cry harder. I was near tears myself. I was so furious that anyone could treat her like that. I made me so sick to see her there so broken and scared. No one deserved that kind of abuse. It was all I could do to fight my own tears.
"I'm so sorry. You didn't do anything to deserve that. I hope you don't think you did, do you?"
"Vater says it is my fault."
"It is not your fault. None of it. There is nothing you could do that would make you deserve that. Please, believe me." She cuddled closer to me. I knew she had listened, but I had no clue whether or not she believed me. I kissed the top of her head in hopes it would be comforting and thankfully it was. She laid her hand on my chest and looked up at me. I smiled at her.
"Do you feel better," I asked.
"Ja," she said. She smiled at me sweetly and laid her head on my chest again. I laid my hand on hers. I rubbed the back of her soft hand as I thought about how natural it felt to be close to her.
A few minutes later the driver rolled the glass that was between his seat and ours. "Mr. Brooks, we are almost there..." he trailed of as he looked at Freya and I,"would you like to ride around a few more minutes or go on to the dance?"
"Freya, what do you want to do honey?"
"Ride around for a few minutes. I need to fix ze make-up." The driver looked at me after hearing her response. I nodded to tell him that was the plan. He turned and rolled the window up.
Freya looked up at me again. "Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?"
"Listening, understanding, and coming here."
"It's no trouble. I'm glad I came." She smiled after I said it then reached for her purse and quickly re-applied the make-up. After she finished we told the driver we were ready to go on to the dance. He informed us that we would be there in a few minutes. "Danke... um, thank you," she said to the driver who we both knew was more than confused. He nodded turned around in a parking lot.
I could tell she was no where near as scared as she had been just a little earlier. She looked at me and smiled just before she took my hand. That really surprised me. "You sure you vant to do this," she asked.
"Yes, I am."
"We're here," she said softly.
