I got some good reviews. I was actually in the middle of writing this chapter and I knew I hit the nail on the head. I think I might have one chapter to go but I can't make any promises. School week is coming again and I have no desire for my reading 087 class. I hope you like this chapter. I'm getting more ideas for more Wiccan stories so after this is done I hope to persue them.
I was sitting at home, in my new home in New Jersey. I had moved there the week after I lost to Melina and was enjoying the view I had of New York City across the river. My house was a lakeside house, four rooms and my own garden. I knew I was giving up on a major part of my religion by being on the road constantly but this was the path that I chose and that was the path I was on now. Looking out the bay windows to my back patio I smiled at the spring weather outside, I had planned an outside ritual to honor the spring since how I wasn't home for Ostara, the mark of the Vernal Equinox.
Just then my phone rang and I went to get it. John Cena and Randy Orton, my friends from the OVW days were out getting some food for the meal they wanted to cook me so I was home alone. I reached the phone in the kitchen and answered it.
"Merry Meet! How may I help you?" I asked, one of my greetings for the telephone when I was in particular moods.
"So your phone does work." A snide voice on the other line asked.
I froze and nearly dropped the phone. I was listening to a voice from the past and I didn't know what to think.
"Mr. Levy?" I finally croaked out. "Is that you?"
"It ain't Santa Clause. So how have you been kid?"
"Goddess, help me. Why in the name of Summerland are you calling me? I thought you didn't want to talk to me because it was safer for us that way?"
There was a pause on his side, I even heard him sigh. "I didn't want you to grow up and walk away from me, I gave you up because I gave up on us the night you were shot. When I saw you lying there in pain I never wanted to see you in pain. Jeff told me that you forgave him. That I'm very surprised about, Moon Child."
"You talked to Jeff?"
"And Matt. Matt and I still talk but it was Jeff that gave me your number. So are you and Matt Hardy really seeing each other or is it just a storyline."
"We had been dating for a month but I broke it off when I realized it wasn't meant to be." I answered sitting down at my table. "I've been saving myself for that special person."
"And who would that be?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I asked playfully looking at the pentacle plates I had stacked up in my cabinets. "Do you still have the pentacle I gave you?"
"Yes. Do you still have the picture?"
It was a week into the hospital stay when I was shot that Matt showed up with a picture, a picture that Mr. Levy had drawn for me. It was framed and I had it hanging up in my bedroom above me simple altar; I've kept it safe all these years. The picture was of me, as a warrior woman with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, facing an army of monsters. This was symbolic to me, and I never let it out of sight when I was at my altar.
"Yes, I keep it close to me whenever I'm home. Have you read the comics yet?"
"It's been three months and I have all three monthly comics. I'm impressed with what you're doing, that comic book writer even put your beliefs in it. I'm proud of you, Moon Child."
Smiling I looked outside. "I've missed you a lot. There was never a day that passed that I didn't think about you. Did you try any curse on me or something?"
"Why would I do that?"
"It's just that you've been plaguing my dreams lately. Like you want me to know that you still love me."
"That's sort of why I wanted to talk to you."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I'm getting married."
Again I sat in shock. Why was this happening, why wasn't I ever the one to get the lucky breaks? Why couldn't I be the one to marry Scott? Why was I even calling him Scott?
"Oh, well I guess I should be happy for you."
"But you're not?"
"Not in the least. I thought, when hearing your voice, I wondered where you are, what you're doing and how you are doing? But that was a big atomic bomb on my life. So let's make this short and let me tell you how I feel. I have loved you, I am in love with you and I will always love you till death do us part. So I'm going to be living while you go one loving someone just as important to you. I don't hate you for loving someone else but at least I know you are happy and in love. Goodbye, Mr. Levy. I hope you have a long and happy life with your new love. Don't let me stop you and don't ever call me again." With that I hung up, unhooked the phone from the wall and turned around. "Hi guys, just get in?"
"That was him? That was Raven? What did he say?" Randy asked.
"Oh we just talked about things, about how I missed him and about how he's getting married. Now if you'll excuse me I want to go scream my head off at the punching bag. You two make dinner but please don't blow up the joint."
Walking passed my friends I headed down to my basement getaway, my own wrestling ring and gym in the basement. My house had a basement and an attic that ran the whole length of the house. The basement was my exercise room and my attic was my sacred place, I think I made three of them. As I was down in the basement I took my anger and pain out on the heavy punching bag, pretending that all my anger energy was being released with every punch and swing at the bag.
Back upstairs Matt had just arrived with Jeff and Beth, as well as the dogs, whom were all too happy to see me again. John filled the three in on the details of what happened and Matt looked at Jeff, a worried expression on his face. Even though we weren't going out any more Matt still had a strong bong with me and he would be damned if anything had ever happened to me.
"Did you know?" Jeff asked.
"No," Matt responded, "I didn't know. Unless, you don't think?"
"He wouldn't do it would he? He wouldn't really be thinking about do it, just to say those things and do this?"
John waved his hands. "What are you two talking about?"
"Scott Levy has something planned out, he wants it to be a surprise and knowing him he's not saying anything. He probably said that to Amy to throw her off thinking that he doesn't care about her when in reality he really does." Matt explained.
"What are we going to do with the pissed off witch in the mean time?" Jeff asked watching his dogs scratch at the closed basement door.
"Let her cool down, that's all I have to suggest." John said. "There's nothing we can do about it and I don't want to piss her off more than what really needs to be done. She has enough on her plate right now."
Cora Wyrd, my friend walked in from outside. "Okay, what's going on? I sense some extreme sadness in here."
"Amy just got a call from her old teacher." Randy told her. "Oh this is Matt Hardy, his brother Jeff and Jeff's girlfriend Beth. Guys, this is Amy's friend from LA, Cora."
Matt stared at her, my friend was not sure why but he just stared at her. "You look familiar."
"Nope, never met you before. Wrestling isn't one of my fine points. Anyway I'm going to go see what my friend is up to, otherwise I'd be beating down that door right about now."
Cora walked up to me as I sat in the ring in slight meditation. The dogs were what brought me out of it when they raced up and tackled me onto my back. After welcoming their kisses I pushed them off of me as Cora came to sit with me; with not saying anything at first, she just sat there for a moment to let me catch my thoughts.
"I feel better now." I said looking at her.
"Good, because you're starting to worry your friends. So your old teacher called?"
"Something is different, it's like he wanted me to know he's getting married. And why did it sound like he wanted me to confess to him that I love him?" I asked petting a black and brown dog. Jeff has too many dogs I can't keep their names straight."
"Maybe you shouldn't have to worry about him, he's in your past. You forgave Jeff, so why not forgive Raven and just get over it?"
"I thought I got over it but I was wrong. I'm so not over it. Cora, I love the man and I can't get him out of me head, not even when I sleep."
"Well how about a spell to find peace and serenity. I've been working with a spell and it seems to really work great, especially when I have that stupid interview with Orlando Bloom at the end of the next month."
"Sure, I need to get my spirits back, especially when I have to beat Greg next week for the cruiserweight titles." I smiled standing up. "Well come on guys, we'll show you the backyard." I was talking to the dogs.