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Fergal won his match at Summer Slam as The Demon King. The only difference was that she didn't go out to the curtain to meet him. Dottie stayed in the costume department to decompress after what felt like the worst embarrassment of her life.

Cait walked up to her. "Hey, Sisser, do you mind if I go hang out with Colby tonight?"

"Why are you asking me?" Dottie looked at her sister.

"Because I don't want you to worry."

"Are you going to a club?"

"A bar actually." Colby said. "More class but great beer."

Dottie scrunched up her nose. "Have fun with that taste."

He smiled. "Actually it's a double date, we're hanging out with Jon and Renee."

Before Dottie could say something she heard someone clear their throat. At the doorway was Renee, and at her side was a certain brown haired woman. Cathy Kelley stood there, hands clasped behind her back as she looked at the floor. Renee had a hold on the taller woman's arm.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Cait asked, her arms crossed as she stood between Dottie and the two women.

"Jon thought it would be better for an apology. While I wasn't too fond of the idea, Cathy agreed." Renee said.

"Jon sent you to find her?" Cait almost sounded surprised.

"I was mad, okay. I'm still pissed. Ferg and I had a good relationship. We had a lot of promise going on until she decided to weasel her way into it."

Her chest tightened as she listened to the woman talk. Cathy had called her a little girl and maybe she was. Maybe she did act childish, maybe she'd been right. But Dottie had more respect, when she got mad at Fergal for not telling her he was dating Cathy. She didn't want to be the other woman, as the saying went. She didn't want to interrupt a relationship. It was already bad enough that Colby was invested in being her friend while somewhat seeing Cait.

"She didn't know." Colby said. "I think the big reason is she doesn't do social media. She hates it actually." He said for her. "But really, you would go through an entire dinner with Fergal and not have any conversation, you were more wrapped up in your phone."

Cathy's face scrunched up, grimace maybe. She looked a little red in the face.

"When I found out that he was seeing you I stopped talking to him for three weeks, why, because he was with you. And then you decided to show me his buttocks pictures, and I didn't like that. I got scared of him. I was mad and scared of Fergal at the same time. When I tried to kiss him, he turned away because he was with you." Dottie said, though it almost hurt to talk and not cry at the same time.

"You tried to kiss my boyfriend?" Her voice pitched up slightly.

"Haven't you listened to anything she said? She didn't know he was dating you at the time. He didn't tell her or he thought she already knew." Cait's own voice raised. At least Dottie knew that Cait was angry.

"Look, that whole sexual assault BS doesn't take into consideration that she tried to kiss my boyfriend."

"I'm not your boyfriend now." Fergal said.

He stood behind Renee and Cathy, cleaned up and paint no longer adorning his body.

"And you kissed me when you damn well knew I was with Dottie." He added. "I should have turned away from you when you did that. And I'm sorry I didn't do that Dottie." Fergal glanced around Cathy to look at her.

Her throat tightened. He had no shirt on, he had black shorts on and sneakers but he had a shirt in his hand.

"What does she have that I don't, Ferg? Do you just pity her because she's slow or something. You want to make her dreams come true like a Disney Princess or something?"

"No. You know why, because she pays attention to me. Not her phone." He walked around Cathy.

"I thought you didn't want a clingy dainty girl on your arm. That's what you said when we started going out."

"Dainty?" Cait asked, her eyes shifting back and forth between the two.

"I never said that." Fergal said. "Clingy, no. She's definitely not clingy."

"Not from where I'm standing."

Dottie knew that she was clingy, she needed constant care. She needed to have someone with her all the time. Her hands curled into fists at her sides and the heat on her face flared up again.

"Do you enjoy digging yourself into a hole or something, Kelley?" Renee asked. "It's called supporting your fellow man, help your fellow woman. Kindness apparently isn't something you like to exhibit if you thought trying to win him back was to step into the middle of his fresh relationship."

"She started it. She and that stupid obsession she has for Ferg."

"His name is Fergal." Dottie said through clenched teeth. "That is the name his parents gave him."

"And you think I'm pity?"

Her head began to hurt again. It sounded like her heart was beating in her ears. Dottie felt sick to her stomach.

Was that what hate was? Sure she hated drinking but that was a personal preference. Human hate didn't make sense, racism never did. Human nature was the alien lifeforms that confused her.

"You know what, Dorothy, why don't you fly back over the Rainbow and go home?" Cathy said before she walked away.

"Well, I thought that would have gone a little better than I thought." Jon said as he walked up to the doorway.

"Lovely, come here." Fergal said.

But she was rooted in place. She stared without looking, she breathed only because he body told her to. That woman said things that actually made sense. She was clingy, when she was afraid she would go to someone and cling onto them for dear life because she didn't know how to deal. And the earlier thoughts, those things she thought of, the embarrassment that Fergal and Cait and Drew and all her friends had to deal with when she had acted poorly.

"Dottie?" Cait was closer now. "Hey, Sisser. Come on. Pay attention. We're talking to you."

She turned away, not sure what to believe. What that woman said or what she was thinking. Did Fergal not want a dainty and clingy girl on his arm? If that was the case, why did he ask her out? Why did it seem like he cared.

She sat down and put her face in her hands. Her head hurt from the bad thoughts, they swam as one, a continuous current of emotions and thoughts. She felt sick to her stomach.

Lost and floating in the midst of her thoughts, she felt Fergal sit down in a chair next to her.

"Take your time, Lovely. I'll be here." He said.

She decided what she was going to do about this.


Fergal slept on his back, heavily breathing. Dottie opened her eyes before his alarm went off. The apartment was quiet and she knew they were not going to like what she was going to do.

She got out of the bed and walked into the hall where the hall closet was located.

Dottie packed up her rolling suitcase with everything she owned while Fergal was talking to his parents later in the night before. She had ordered the tickets through her personal bank account that Cait helped her set up. She had enough money to get back to Buffalo, and she knew she would need a taxi ride to get to the train station.

Fergal kept his keys in a dish next to the door and she found his house key to unlock the front door.

She stopped at the door, let go of her suitcase and walked back to the master bedroom. Fergal was shirtless, a leg bent as he slept on his back. She found the note she made and tacked it up on the Lego ship mast. Then Dottie walked up to the bed and looked at Fergal as he slept.

She knew she was doing the right thing. She caused enough trouble for him. She embarrassed him, embarrassed her sister and her friends with her stupidity. She freaked out before she had a chance to process the facts.

She was a bother for everyone.

Leaning down, Dottie kissed Fergal's forehead and when he didn't flinch and turn she left him to sleep.

She left the front door unlocked because she couldn't take the key with her. She pulled her suitcase down to the elevator that was in Fergal's apartment building and took the elevator down. She didn't look at the front desk guard guy as she left the building her head held up.

Out at the curb she looked around. Her train wasn't expected to leave until six am, and it was only four in the morning. She had enough time to get to Grand Central if she caught a taxi.

Stepping close to the curb, Dottie raised her hand like she had seen in the movies and in the time she was around the area.

She stood like that for a good solid five minutes before a yellow cab pulled up. She had plenty of cash on her, she went to the market and used the ATM machine to pay for the cab. The driver got out and smiled at her. It was strange to see a woman as a taxi driver, because she assumed all taxi drivers were men in New York.

"Here, let me help you, Honey." The woman with the short cropped hair said.

She helped put the suitcase in the backseat with Dottie.

"I'm trying to get to Grand Central Station. I'm leaving New York. I have cash on me." Dottie said as she buckled up.

"That I can do. Were you visiting?"

"Uh huh."

"A man?"

"Work and a man, but I messed everything up."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that."

The woman dropped the conversation, good because Dottie didn't want to talk about it. She didn't know how long it would take, but she was in Brooklyn, New York, she was sure that Grand Central was in Manhattan so it would be a long ride.


I hope you guys enjoyed this update. I'll have the next part up in a day or so. Just give me some time. Also I thought I was finished with the series after this story but I may have started another story during the time I lost my Internet and was bored. But I am not anywhere near finished with that. That one might take longer to update than this one. But I'll cross that bridge when I get there. Anyway, just hold out for the next update of this story.