Chapter 2: Not Feeling So Good
I woke up the next morning to the sound of water running in the bathroom. It mus tbe Randy. I wasn't feeling too good though, headache and all. I brought my hand up to my forehead. I was feeling a bit hot. I must have a fever.
Randy came out from the bathroom all nicely dressed. I guessed he had plans for the day. Well hopefully they didn't include me because at the state that I was in... going out for the day wasn't the best idea.
"You feeling ok?" he asked curiously.
I looked at him and shook my head. "Think I got a fever..." I trailed off.
He came closer to me and put his hand over my forehead. "Yeah, you are hot. Take some medicine so you get better before the house show tomorrow." With that he walked over to the cabinet and grabbed me som medicine. Then he walked over to the fridge to get me a cup of water.
"Thank you," I said unsurely. Why was he being so nice to me? Wasn't he suppose to own me? Well maybe when I think that, the impression that I get is that he would be super cruel towards me. "Randy..."
"Yeah," Randy answered me.
"Would it be alright if I stayed at the hotel for the day and rest," I said timidly; hoping the answer was what I wanted it to be.
"You kidding me? Of course you're staying here. You're sick; think I would actually make you go somewhere?"
I was amazed by his response but just shrugged. Randy smiled back at me. His mood seemed to be at an awfully high perfectly happy one. I haven't upset him at all yet.
I got up to go and take a quick shower to freshen myself up. I finished shortly asfter 10 a.m. Since I was staying in the hotel room for the day, I just put on a lose t-shirt and a pair of sweats. When I got out of the bathroom, the smell of pancakes and syruo just surrounded the room. Randy must have ordered breakfast.
"Come and eat a bit Stacy," Randy offered.
"Ok." With that we just sat and ate breakfast quickly. I felt so uncomfortable. I didn't know what to think and what to say. But it was killing me to death not knowing why Randy did what he did. Should I just ask him why he had this deal with me? Or should I just let time go by and maybe the answer would be clearer. But I really want to know. And plus there wouldn't be any harm in asking would there? Ok Stace... go for it; just ask him. "Randy."
"Yeah."
"Why did you have this deal to owning me?"
"It's nothing Stacy."
"How can it be nothing? You own me but what do you get out of it? I mean if someone didn't know about the contract and all... they would think that we're together. And plus you're not that type of guy, Your don't do things just for the kick of it. You do things for good reasons. So why Randy?"
"Stace... you're going to hate me even more if I tell you why. You'll think I'm selfish and only think about myself and no one else. You'll also probably think that I don't care about you, but truly I do. RKOin you was a huge mistake but I had my reasons Stacy. I really did."
"Then just tell me. How hard can that be?"
"I RKOed you because I didn't want you to be involved with me."
"You didn't want us to be together no more?"
"No Stacy. It's not like that. I was afraid the Undertaker would harm you because you were my girlfriend. But if I cut off our relationship... then him harming you wouldn't matter to me. So I RKOed you to have the Undertaker think that I didn't care about you."
"Randy..."
"And about this deal... I knew you would never sit down and talk to me and let me explain and apologize. So basically I wanted to force you to stay with me. So I would get the chance to talk to you; and you wouldn't have a choice but to just sit there and hear me out. I also wanted you to see the true me again. The true me that loves you with every last bit of my heart.
Tears started to form in my eyes. So that was why? Well it certainly worked. I did still love Randy. I always have. Even if everyone said that I was being stupid and blinded. All the things that he had just said mave me feel loads better.
"Stace. Don't cry over me. I'm not worth your tears. I don't deserve you. Why don't you just leave? The deal's over," Randy said surely. I felt like he was driving me away now. He doesn't want me to be by his side anymore?
"Randy... no. I'm not leaving you. Not after what I just heard. I love you Randy. Don't you love me too?" I asked, wishing he would say he did love me.
"I do love you."
"Then why are you pushing me away? Can't you help mend my heart? You broke it, but so what. I want you to be the one to heal it. To make it all better. I wouldn't want anyone else to be there for me and help me heal."
He got up and walked around the table until he met me. I stood up to greet him. He just stood there with a regretful expression. I found my place in his arms and started to cry on his shoulder. I felt so safe in his strong, protective embrace. We really did have a future together. We really did; and it's going to start now.