Chapter 7

About three months after Dave and Rachel had been doing some serious dating, he was taken away from her...now don't get all dramatic on her...he injured his triceps muscle in his right arm. He was taken down to Alabama to see Dr. Andrews for surgery. He was the same doctor who'd helped Paul those months ago when he tore his quad. Then David was given rehab and rest at his place in Washington D.C.

About the time Dave had been out for his injury leave for a month already...Rachel ran into someone in the hallway and was knocked down. She shook her head to loosen the cob webs and a gruff voice said, "Watch where you're going!" She looked up and it was THE Mark Callaway...the Undertaker...All those years watching wrestling, he'd been her favorite and he just ran her over like a steam roller and growled at her like a damn dog.

Rachel stomped her foot on the ground as she stood up and to his retreating for said, "Oh no, that's fine...I'm alright...incase you were wondering fatty, the woman you out weight by 200 pounds that you just knocked over is going to live."

She huffed and continued down the hallway to her therapy office. When she got there a 6 foot tall tree...or woman was standing outside of her office...she walked up and unlocked the door and said, "Is there something I can do for you?" She smiled softly and said, "Yea...I'm new to the company and my dad's friend suggested I come to you about my knee."

Rachel smiled and thanked God for giving her someone to take her mind off the schmuck who knocked her over in the hallway. She grabbed a file folder for new patients and had her sit on the exam table and said, "Name honey?"

She smiled sweetly and said, "Kitty Callaway." Rachel said, "Kitty...as in meow-meow, kitty?" Kitty smiled and said, "My real name is Katherine Marie Callaway, but my dad calls me Kitty...he has ever since I was little...hell he still does now and I'm nearly 22." Rachel said, "Callaway...that wouldn't be any relation to Mark Callaway would it?" Kitty smiled a big award winning smile and said, "Yea, that's my pop."

Rachel softly banged her forehead into the clipboard I was holding and Kitty said, "Ms. Bello are you alright?" She said, "Yea, it just seems that lately, God's been playing a joke on my life...please call me Rachel."

Rachel started giving Kitty the once over and examined her knee...she gave her some instructions and sent her on her way.

Half way through Raw she was craving a Pepsi...She walked down to the cafeteria area, and shoved her quarters in the machine...when the Pepsi came out she grabbed it and when she turned around she ran into a brick wall...What rotten luck she was having tonight.

Someone grabbed her arm and Rachel look up and double rotten luck...