Chapter 10
"Okay, Kayla, you have got to do this. You have to pose in a bikini in a week, so just do this until the photo shoot, and you'll look super hot. No one will know you were in a fuckin car accident and had to get plastic surgery and gained weight, no one will know." cried Kayla as she stared herself down in the cheap motel mirror. She was stripped down to her zebra print bra and boy cut panties, watching the mascara run down her eyes as she propped herself against the counter with her shaky arms, trying to give herself a pep talk. "It doesn't hurt. We've done this a million times before. Just slip the fingers down the throat, throw up, flush the toilet, brush your teeth, change, and then go work out. Nothing to it." She said breathing in and out very heavily. "You know what?" she asked to herself while wiping her red eyes away. "Fuck it!" she yelled as she made a bee line for the toilet and forced herself to throw up. "Ha, guess that's what you get for eating a light salad for dinner." she laughed bitterly to herself as she flushed the toilet, only watching a small amount of waste go down before turning to brush her teeth. "Good job." she smiled to herself after she washed her face and then changed into some jogging pants. "Now all I have to do is find a 24 hour gym." she mumbled as she looked at the clock on the night stand and saw that it flashed 3:00 am. She then grabbed her key card and gym card and left the room, planning on just jogging to the gym there and back.
"Hey Kay, what are you doing up this late?" asked Dawn from behind.
"Shit." whispered Kayla as she slowly turned around, putting on a smile as she faced her knew friend. "No where, just uh, felt like going down to the uh, the um, the pool. Yeah I was just gonna go to the pool to um, ya know uh..."
"Meet Shannon?" asked Dawn catching Kayla off guard.
"Yep! I'm gonna go meet Shannon." Her lip curling ever so slightly at the mention of his name.
"Okay have fun." smiled Dawn.
"Yep, see you tomorrow." smiled Kayla brightly before turning around, loosing the smile automatically, before heading down the hall, skipping the elevator and going straight to the stairs. "It's more of a work out, burn more calories, loose more weight." she convinced herself as she ran down the stairs, trying to be quite as possible. "Fresh air." she whispered the minute she stepped out of the hotel doors and the sweet Virginia air tainted her features, almost making her forget what she was doing out at 3:00 in the morning by herself.
Before she stepped out of the doors though, she got directions to the nearest gym, and that is where she was heading now. For the first time in a long while she hated running. She used to enjoy it, it made her forget everything. But now running, it just made her remember how fat she was and how she had to push herself father to loose more weight. Who in their right mind thought of a diva shoot anyways? Did they all just want to conspire against her and have people make fun of her when they looked at her ugly fat pictures? Well she wasn't going to give them that satisfaction. Not tonight anyways. She reached the gym and briskly walked in, flashing her card to the red scanner, and went straight to the weight room, expecting it to be empty, but she was wrong. She quickly turned around, hoping not to be seen, but it was too late, the green freak found her.
"Kayla?" he questioned.
Maybe if she ignored him he'd leave her alone. Maybe if she could walk faster he'd -
"Kayla. I know it's you. Who could mistake that figure." smiled the man as he put the weights down and walked up to Kayla, spinning her around.
"Thanks Shane. You always make me feel great about my "figure"." she replied sarcastically.
"What? You're hot! You've got the perfect body." said Shane.
"Yeah the perfect fat body. Now if you'll excuse me, WWE is a bitch and is forcing me to do a diva shoot and I need to loose weight." she said turning around.
"Excuse me missy, you're with the WWE? How come I was not aware of this?" he asked cocking an eyebrow, making her smile a bit. He always did put her in a better mood.
"Because I didn't even want to be involved with the WWE." she said as they found their way to a set of treadmills.
"And why is that lil miss 'I can do anything you can do especially if it's a ring cause I'm better than you' ?" he asked, mocking her from when she was a teenager.
"I have my reasons." she replied somewhat coldly. "But because of the asshole Shannon, I am now the newest diva." she said rolling her eyes as she started up the treadmill, walking at a brisk pace at a low elevation.
"Well he only did it because he missed you. I mean you ran out on everyone."
"I did not run out on everyone!" she replied defensively.
"You did too!"
"Shane, I did not! I was underage, the judge didn't trust me by myself so I was SHIPPED away to my grandparents after I sold the house, then I got plastic surgery, as you can tell," she said pointing to her face as he nodded in a job well done. "and then when my grandparents killed off, I sold their house, and bought my house back. It's not my fault that you guys didn't come and see me, you knew where I was."
"Well as I recall, last time I tried to visit you, you pushed me off the roof." he said sending her a pointed look.
"I said I was sorry. Plus I was on my period, what did you expect?" she asked with a sly smile.
"You are something." he laughed as he watched Kayla upgrade from the walk to a fast run on a high elevation this time.
"So what are you doing here?"
"Raw."
"I know that idiot." she said rolling her eyes. "But what are you doing HERE, in a gym?"
"Oh, couldn't sleep. Just broke up with another girl, still upset about it, so I decided to work with it." he said simply.
"I'm sorry." panted Kayla.
"Eh, it's okay. Just haven't found my girl yet." he said.
"I'm sorry." said Kayla. "If there's anything I can do I -"
"Well you can always..."
"No! I am not hooking you up with anymore of my friends. Remember what happened last time?"
"Nope, don't remember at all." smiled Shane cheesy.
"Oh shut up." said Kayla shoving him lightly.
About an hour passed by with Shane and Kayla catching up on old times, while he stood there on an empty treadmill and watched Kayla kill herself running.
"Aren't you tired yet?" asked Shane as he yawned, looking down at his watch before looking back up at Kayla. "Are you okay? I think you should get off. You don't look too good." he said observing a very exhausted Kayla.
""No, I'm not done yet. If I have 2000 calories a day, and eat nothing, I can loose 1 pound, and- "
"Well you don't look to healthy, and if you ask me it looks like you don't need to loose anymore."
"Shane."
"Kayla." he said stern. "Come on. Lets go get you weighed and then we can work out a plan for you, okay?"
"Fine." she said as she weakly stopped the treadmill and used Shane as a support system to get off.
"Okay get your ass up there." joked Shane as he smacked Kayla's ass, getting her on top of the scale. "You weigh, drum roll please."
"Shane."
"Fine, fine, you weigh 143."
"Oh my God I'm fat! I lost two pounds! What the fuck!"
"Um, 143 is good and healthy doll."
"No it's not. I'm still fat. I need to loose more weight." she said as she jumped off the scale and went to the step climber.
"Yo." called out Shane as he pulled Kayla off of it. "You need to stop. Are you sick!" he asked pissed.
"Let me go Shane!" she struggled her frail arm out of his grasp, "And for your information, there's nothing wrong with me." she said before grabbing her head.
"What, what's wrong?" he asked worried.
"I don- I don't feel to good." she said faintly before falling into his arms.
"Shit" said Shane confused, before he adjusted Kayla in his arms and grabbed his keys out of his pocket and walked out of the gym, and to his car.
end of the chap, whatcha think?
