Author's Note: Done by all three of us great writers ... *big grin* ...
anyway, hope you like ... that mean (yes, mean) head Brock took Heather
away from us ... *grumbles* bastard
Chapter 20: New Life
Brock pulled the rental up in front of his house in Minnesota. He parked and looked over at Heather, who was looking out the window with tears slowly going down her cheeks. He reached over and made her look at him. "Don't cry, baby." He said wiping her tears away with his thumbs. "It's gonna be fine. I promise." Heather nodded, she knew he was right, but why was it hurting so much. He unbuckled her seat belt and pulled her into his arms. Brock looked into her eyes. "Let's go." She nodded and climbed out. He grabbed the bags, Heather looked at him. "Think Rena is still here?" He shook his head. "She better not be." He took her hand. Heather smiled as they walked in. He dropped the bags and picked her up, pushing her against the wall. He wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her roughly. Heather was surprised by his actions, but kissed him back anyway. Brock started to pull at her shirt and she broke the kiss. "Brock," She said breathless. "We've been here only five minutes and you already wanna screw." Heather said and laughed. Brock gave her a fake smile, and put her down. "This is your house now, Heather." He smiled at her, she nodded and picked her bag up, "I' gonna shower." He nodded and watched her walk up the steps. 'You're mine, Heather. There ain't no way you're leaving now.'
**5 Months Later**
Rae was sitting in John's dressing room, checking the messages on her cell phone, hoping there was something from Heather. She sighed, nothing, again. It had been so long since they talked. The last time they spoke, in anyway, was when Heather was leaving for Minnesota with Brock. She sighed and closed her phone before putting it back into her pocket. She then dug it out and dialed a number. She waited, and then someone answered. She smiled when she heard Amanda's voice over the phone, "Yeah?" "Hey, it's me." "Rae, what's up?" Raechel sighed, "Have you heard from Heather yet?" "No." Rae groaned, "Damn it." "Why? Nothing yet?" "Not a fuckin thing." Amanda sighed, "I hope she's okay." "Amanda, don't start with that, okay? Heather's not a fuckin idiot, she would call if she needed us." "Maybe she can't." "She could if it was THAT fuckin important." Amanda sighed, "I'm just saying..." "You're being paranoid, and I'm not feelin it." Amanda laughed softly, "You've been on the road with John too long." Rae smirked and shook her head, "Yeah, well, I ain't complainin." "I heard that." "How's shit with you and cocky ass?" "Great." "Good." John walked into his dressing room, covered with sweat after a match, and smiled at Raechel. She winked at him and then turned her attention back to Amanda, "Alright, I'm gonna get off here." "Alright, bye bye." "Later." John walked over and kissed her, "Who were you talkin to?" She smiled as he pulled away and pulled off his shorts, "Amanda." He nodded and then walked over to her; he wrapped her in his arms and Raechel squirmed, "You're all sweaty." He smiled and kissed her cheek, "Yeah, you don't have a problem when I touch you while I'm sweaty any other time." She smirked and kissed his cheek, "Get a shower." He nodded, "Yes ma'am." She smirked and watched as he gathered his stuff before heading off to the locker room to shower. Her mind then went back to Heather, she was worried about her. Not a single word in 5 months.
When Amanda ended her phone call with Rae, she headed downstairs, and found Randy in the kitchen fixing a sandwich. "Hey honey." Amanda sighed, as she sat down at the counter. "Hey sweetie, what's wrong?" Randy asked, putting his sandwich down, and walked around to stand in front of Amanda. "I just got off the phone with Rae. You know we haven't heard from Heather in 5 months." Amanda said, looking up into Randy's eyes. "Maybe she's just trying to adjust to her new life. I mean her relationship with Brock is still fairly new." Randy said, trying to get Amanda to think positively. "Yeah, but, even before the three of us met, we'd talk online everyday. Now we haven't spoke word one to her since she left, it just doesn't make sense." Amanda said, as tears clouded her eyes. "Why don't you call her?" Randy asked, as if the idea should be obvious, but he wouldn't say that, for of losing a body part. "We have called her, but there is never an answer. We've even left messages on their machine." Amanda said, as Randy wrapped his arms around her, holding her while she cried. What Amanda didn't know was, Randy was saying a silent prayer that Heather truly is okay, and Brock hadn't hurt her.
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Chapter 20: New Life
Brock pulled the rental up in front of his house in Minnesota. He parked and looked over at Heather, who was looking out the window with tears slowly going down her cheeks. He reached over and made her look at him. "Don't cry, baby." He said wiping her tears away with his thumbs. "It's gonna be fine. I promise." Heather nodded, she knew he was right, but why was it hurting so much. He unbuckled her seat belt and pulled her into his arms. Brock looked into her eyes. "Let's go." She nodded and climbed out. He grabbed the bags, Heather looked at him. "Think Rena is still here?" He shook his head. "She better not be." He took her hand. Heather smiled as they walked in. He dropped the bags and picked her up, pushing her against the wall. He wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her roughly. Heather was surprised by his actions, but kissed him back anyway. Brock started to pull at her shirt and she broke the kiss. "Brock," She said breathless. "We've been here only five minutes and you already wanna screw." Heather said and laughed. Brock gave her a fake smile, and put her down. "This is your house now, Heather." He smiled at her, she nodded and picked her bag up, "I' gonna shower." He nodded and watched her walk up the steps. 'You're mine, Heather. There ain't no way you're leaving now.'
**5 Months Later**
Rae was sitting in John's dressing room, checking the messages on her cell phone, hoping there was something from Heather. She sighed, nothing, again. It had been so long since they talked. The last time they spoke, in anyway, was when Heather was leaving for Minnesota with Brock. She sighed and closed her phone before putting it back into her pocket. She then dug it out and dialed a number. She waited, and then someone answered. She smiled when she heard Amanda's voice over the phone, "Yeah?" "Hey, it's me." "Rae, what's up?" Raechel sighed, "Have you heard from Heather yet?" "No." Rae groaned, "Damn it." "Why? Nothing yet?" "Not a fuckin thing." Amanda sighed, "I hope she's okay." "Amanda, don't start with that, okay? Heather's not a fuckin idiot, she would call if she needed us." "Maybe she can't." "She could if it was THAT fuckin important." Amanda sighed, "I'm just saying..." "You're being paranoid, and I'm not feelin it." Amanda laughed softly, "You've been on the road with John too long." Rae smirked and shook her head, "Yeah, well, I ain't complainin." "I heard that." "How's shit with you and cocky ass?" "Great." "Good." John walked into his dressing room, covered with sweat after a match, and smiled at Raechel. She winked at him and then turned her attention back to Amanda, "Alright, I'm gonna get off here." "Alright, bye bye." "Later." John walked over and kissed her, "Who were you talkin to?" She smiled as he pulled away and pulled off his shorts, "Amanda." He nodded and then walked over to her; he wrapped her in his arms and Raechel squirmed, "You're all sweaty." He smiled and kissed her cheek, "Yeah, you don't have a problem when I touch you while I'm sweaty any other time." She smirked and kissed his cheek, "Get a shower." He nodded, "Yes ma'am." She smirked and watched as he gathered his stuff before heading off to the locker room to shower. Her mind then went back to Heather, she was worried about her. Not a single word in 5 months.
When Amanda ended her phone call with Rae, she headed downstairs, and found Randy in the kitchen fixing a sandwich. "Hey honey." Amanda sighed, as she sat down at the counter. "Hey sweetie, what's wrong?" Randy asked, putting his sandwich down, and walked around to stand in front of Amanda. "I just got off the phone with Rae. You know we haven't heard from Heather in 5 months." Amanda said, looking up into Randy's eyes. "Maybe she's just trying to adjust to her new life. I mean her relationship with Brock is still fairly new." Randy said, trying to get Amanda to think positively. "Yeah, but, even before the three of us met, we'd talk online everyday. Now we haven't spoke word one to her since she left, it just doesn't make sense." Amanda said, as tears clouded her eyes. "Why don't you call her?" Randy asked, as if the idea should be obvious, but he wouldn't say that, for of losing a body part. "We have called her, but there is never an answer. We've even left messages on their machine." Amanda said, as Randy wrapped his arms around her, holding her while she cried. What Amanda didn't know was, Randy was saying a silent prayer that Heather truly is okay, and Brock hadn't hurt her.
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