Chapter 7
For You
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randy-john-lover: sorry that I haven't updated in ages but my computer hasn't been at its best and now I'm forced to rewrite it as I lost all my files and am on a whole other computer
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He had been true to his word. He had not called. Not once. Not to check up on her, not to see if she was alive, if she wanted to go out…nothing. Just as he had promised.
Between them not even a single word had been exchanged since she had called him to tell him of the miscarriage and even then it had been terribly hard to get even a sliver of emotion out of him…not that it had ever been anything less.
For him she had sacrificed everything. For a few nights she had sacrificed herself. Mind, body and soul she had sacrificed it all just for a few hours with him. She sacrificed her dignity – whatever was left of her dignity, if she even had any left by now – and she cheated on the man that she had been seeing for over a year just for a few quick screws and a couple of cheap thrills and thoughts of getting caught doing the nasty…it just made it all the harder to resist.
He was addictive and somehow she couldn't even resist falling for him and she became his toy, being used and played with and even though she knew that they – not that there was ever much of a 'they' – could not happen and she decided maybe it was the adrenalin and not love that made her want it.
Her hands went to her stomach…seven weeks since she had lost her baby and five weeks since there had been another one…and this time she would take care of the baby and this time she would finish Gene Snitsky – the ugliest motherfucking son of a bitch in the whole fucking industry – off for good, with a little bit of help from her friends.
And with that last thought she pushed all bad thoughts to the furthest corners of her mind and walked out as her giggles burst through the P.A system, blaring through the arena.
"Snitsky, I came here to tell you that I did not appreciate being slammed through a table and stuck in hospital for over a week. Now don't get me wrong Snitsky," she said, holding one of her hands up in the air, by her face, "I'm not here to fight you…at least I'm not here to tell you that I want to fight you alone…I went to Bischoff with an idea, which he approved. You in a handicap match against me and a partner of my choice tonight." She said, dropping the microphone in the centre of the ring, walking out through the ropes.
All for you, she thought, no reservations, ran through her head and a small smirk played on her face.