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(Chapter 5)
Melody stood around the back area a week later, John was back on tour and being his usual self. Melody was wearing a pair of black leather hip-huggers and a tight 'Princess' tank top, along with a pair of heeled boots and she had her hair put up in a ponytail on the top of her head.
"Why do you have to put an Undertaker symbol through your damn bellybutton!" John yelled at her. There were stage hands about in the back a few wrestlers and divas but John didn't seem to mind.
"I always have." Melody said, filling out her paperwork on the stage crate by the wall in the hallway.
She felt him grab her arm and turn her to look at him. Melody knew she should leave but she didn't want to be alone. Mark had spent the last week with Dawn Marie, then Jackie Gayda and then Joy. Melody felt like dirt, Mark hadn't even said hello to her since their night at the club. Maybe John was right she didn't deserve anyone.
"Are you listening to me?" John yelled in her face.
"Yes." Melody said, calmly. "Please let me know, people are staring."
"I don't give a shit who's looking." John said. "Now answer my question! What were you doing at a club with Mark while I was gone anyway. Chalie said you looked like a slut!"
"Is there a problem here?" Melody heard the voice say behind her. She knew that voice anywhere. And she felt a hand reach up and lightly grab her arm, wrenching it from John's hold. "Melody looked wonderful, just like she does now. If you have a problem with The Undertaker why don't you come and tell him?"
John backed off as Mark stood toe to toe with him and John looked up into his eyes.
"Leave Melody alone boy." Mark said, gritting his teeth. "If I catch you near her again, you'll have ME to answer too."
John took off running and Melody picked up her paperwork and made her way to her office. She didn't know Mark was behind her until she heard the door shut and she looked up to see him standing there. He looked pissed off, Melody just hoped it wasn't at her.
"Thank you." Melody began. "But I can take care of myself."
"Why are you being bitchy all of the sudden." Mark said, stepping by her desk.
"Look Mark you haven't talked to me for over a week and you come to rescue me." Melody said, throwing her hands in the air. "I really appreciate you saving me and all but if you don't want to be my friend then don't bother coming to my rescue. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go see Stephanie."
Melody stormed out of the office and Mark flopped down in the chair. He hadn't realized what an ass he'd been to her the past week. The letters had stopped since the last one and he'd become obsessed with finding out who was writing them. He knew it was probably to late and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He opened his eyes and searched for a paper to leave Melody an note to apologize and to ask her if she'd meet him for dinner. In the stack of papers on her desk he found paper and envelopes, the same as the one's he'd received. He read the beginning of the writing on the paper on top:
"You don't want me, I understand,
But you could at least be a man.
Tell me to my face,
I saw you on the case.
You've found every woman in the back,
Except this one, I guess I lack.
This is all you'll hear from me,
On RAW is where I'll be.
It was finished and Mark sat back in the chair again. It was Melody all along. He'd known her since she was in high school and he had just began to realize what a woman she had become. He would make it up to her, before she had a chance to return to RAW. He scribbled on a paper, telling her to meet him at his room at 9:30 sharp and put all the papers back in the correct order, leaving the office.
He finished his match, luckily he was up first and hurried to the hotel to set everything up. He just hoped she'd forgive him.