Takerschick – I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far…Here's more!
Viper-sa – Thanx! Here's more for ya!
Pianogal – Be alright? I dunno…Will they?
NSB – Sorry they were sad…you can ask for Nookie when ever you like…Just depends on if I feel like given it…hehehe.
Foolishangel87 – Sorry to make you cry…but sometimes bad things have to happen…in order for the good to get here.
KaneSexyMrJacobs – Yea I have a few stories with Kane/Glenn as the main guy in them…Don't worry I'll get to posting them on here eventually…I promise.
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Chapter 7- - 2 Years Later - -
I never went back on the wrestling tour…I haven't been back to Houston in 2 years…Instead I started working at Titan Towers in Stamford, Connecticut…Vince said he was happy I didn't leave the company all together…he knew it would take me a while to get back in the swing of things…and it did…I didn't even go back to work until a year after Glenn's death…Even though I kept in touch with Mark constantly…
Mark had started dating again…he stayed away from ring rats and fans…he just couldn't see himself wasting his time on people he just didn't know…he dated a few of the WWE diva's to try and keep it around people he fully knew and were friends with…but nothing really seemed to click.
I hadn't even ventured to try dating again…it had only been 2 years since Glenn's death…I was 25 now…it wasn't for lack of trying…I tried to go on a couple of dates…but nothing worked…I'd get ready for the date and I'd get cold feet an hour before it was supposed to happen and would end up canceling…
Mark and I were constantly on the phone…6 months after Glenn and Sara's deaths he finally opened up to me one night over the phone…he was laying in bed in some hotel room after he'd taped Smackdown…and I was laying in bed at my apt in Stamford…and we both got really quiet…I swore I could hear him sniffling…and I just asked him to talk to me…it all came out…he was mad, angry, pissed off, upset, sad…everything…he cried over the phone and it was at that point I wished I was there to help ease his pain…
Mark got to yelling and carrying on about the whole thing so much that I had started crying…and then he was trying to calm me down he hadn't meant to make me cry…he was just trying to get all his frustrations out…I think that conversation made us both stronger people…it wasn't easy dealing with all of it…but we both knew we could turn to each other for comfort and support…I never cried in front of or around anyone but Mark…and he'd only cried that once on the phone with me…
Late one night, I was just getting home…when my mailman Teddy was walking up to the door of my apt…I said, "Hey Teddy…how are you doing tonight?" He said, "I'm doing just fine Miss Jacobs…I've got a postcard here for you…we got a letter about it…it seems after you made your move from Houston to Boston and then to here…it kept getting lost in the shuffle and well…the date on it is September 21, 1998…" I said, "Does it say who it's from?"
Teddy looked at it and said, "It just says 'I love you…Glenn'…It's a beautiful picture…just a bunch of fluffy white clouds on a deep clear blue sky…"
Teddy handed me the postcard…and I nearly took a nose dive…I was pretty close to passing out…the date was 2 days before Glenn and Sara's Deaths…it was eerie…As Teddy walked away I walked into my apt…and was immediately greeted by a soft furry little creature rubbing up against my legs…I locked the door and then bent over and scoped up the fury black cat in my arms and said, "You're a handsome Devil what's your name?" Furball meowed at me and I couldn't help but giggle…and said, "Yes…I know I'm late…and you're probably famished…What do ya say, I feed you and then I'll go soak in a hot tub?" Furball meowed again…and said, "Okay…it's a deal."
I sat the over plump cat on the kitchen counter and pulled down a can of food…and opened it up and emptied the can into his glass bowl labeled 'Million Dollar Cat'…I'd have to remember to call Stephanie later I hadn't talked to her in a couple of months since her and Paul's wedding…
I went into the bathroom and ran my bubble bath and stripped my uncomfortable work clothes and threw then around the room and eased my achy frame into the warm lilac scented bath water…it felt so good…I couldn't help but stare at that postcard…I kept picking it up and looking at it…