Going Dark from Time to Time

Weekends for Darcy were a good time. The reprieve from solid training was a godsend to her aching muscles and bones. It didn't to any detriment to her mental wellbeing either; being yelled at to do armdrag after snapmare after suplex was tiring.

Darcy was sitting Indian style on the couch, eating her usual bowl of Rice Krispies and watching Saturday morning cartoons when Mox walked through the front door huffing with sweat dripping down his bare chest.

"Who willingly does cardio?" she asked with a mouthful of cereal. It wasn't loud enough for him to hear but he raised his head acknowledging that she'd spoken. "Is it already hot out?"

"It's getting there, yeah," he told her, walking to the fridge and taking out a water bottle. Darcy said nothing as she watched him drink it. "You should start coming on runs with me. It'll help." He added when Darcy grimaced. "It's just running. No wonder you're so tiny. You don't eat and you don't work out. You are literally just skin and bones."

Darcy rolled her eyes and turned back to the television. Being a chain smoker meant that her lungs weren't capable of doing extensive cardio. It also made gaining weight an issue. She'd give it up eventually.

"For real, though, was my match rea-"

"If you ask about that match one more time I'm going to tape your mouth shut," he told her, staring down at her. Darcy looked up, the back of her head touching the back of the couch. She pouted at him. "I've seen worse matches. Watch it and learn from your mistakes. Work on your ring psychology."

"You're just a lot better at this than I am," she grumbled at him, seeing his reluctance in helping her. "I was told to ask for help from anyone I could get and you're here and you're good at it."

"I have no problem helping you but I've already told you everything I can about it."

Darcy sighed and looked back to the television. She'd pushed the subject every day since her match and she knew it was getting old but she wanted to get better.

Moxley, after a shower, tapped Darcy on the shoulder and pointed to the porch when she lifted her gaze. She nodded and grabbed her cigarettes from the table before joining him outside.

"It's nice out here," she said absentmindedly. She had actually taken the time to put on proper clothes given that it was a Saturday and she was beginning to realise that people showed up at Mox's house at random. Mox put his lighter down onto the table and Darcy reached across the table to grab it, opening her cigarette packet with one hand. "You ever been in jail?" she asked, watching him through the clouds of smoke they were both sending into the air.

"Yeah. Have you?"

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," she said, smirking at him.

"The first time I was 16, I got into a fight. The cops didn't believe that I wasn't 18 or they wouldn't have made me stay overnight." He told her, laughing a little at the memory. "Man, shoulda seen their faces when they realised I was a minor."

"I was 20," Darcy revealed, "and if I didn't have I.D. they probably wouldn't have kept me overnight. It was a fight, too."

"The guy I knocked out was being a general prick," Mox stated casually, "Wouldn't leave a girl alone so I had to sort him out."

"Ring rats," Darcy said simply, earning a knowing grin. "Emily Redwood, do you know her?" He started choking on inhaled smoke. "I'll take that as a yes. She's been around for ages."

"She is, without a doubt, the biggest whore I have ever met."

"Big words coming from you."

Mox didn't look at all offended, "I know, right? She was with Sami for awhile – you know Sami Callihan? They dated for, I don't know, must have been six months. Point is, she's a whore and she deserved to be punched."

Darcy nodded, "I know. That's why I did it."

The punch wasn't the best she had ever thrown – actually, it was probably the worst – but Emily hadn't been expecting. They were at a house party and everyone was incredibly drunk so when the ring rat started running her mouth, Darcy punched her very sloppily in the eye. Emily, being the princess that she is, cried relentlessly and told numerous people that Darcy needed to be taught a lesson but no one listened. Darcy didn't have many friends but people still liked her more than they did Emily.

"There's three of 'em who always hang out together-"

Darcy cut him off, "Emily, Dawn and Cara, right? They're all still around."

"Emily's gotta be nearing 30," Mox said, counting on his fingers before nodding. "You ever meet Anna?"

"The CZW chick? Nah, she never came anywhere near us," Darcy explained, taking a drag of her cigarette after leaning across to tap it on the ashtray. "Heard she was a whore, too." Moxley laughed, throwing his head back. Darcy noted the lack of amusement in the laugh. It was maniacal and a little unnerving. Darcy kept silent.

"Man, ring rats," he said in a low voice. "Rollins was in love with Dawn for a while there."

"No fucking way!" Darcy shouted, her eyes widening in shock. "I suppose if you're gonna fall for one of them it'd be sweet, innocent Dawn. Wait," Darcy paused. "When? Didn't he have that thing with June Jacobs?"

"June fucked off to Japan and he put all his efforts into getting Dawn to stop fucking around."

Darcy laughed; she'd heard plenty about Tessa 'June Jacobs' Scobille – that she was cheating on Rami 'El Generico' Sebei with Colby and Ring of Honor founder Gabe Sapolsky – and while she knew that Colby was in the wrong, too, her thoughts on the matter might have been persuaded by hanging around Ring of Honor and those who witnessed the events unfolding.

Darcy broke the silence that had fallen when, in a small voice, she asked, "Was that promo true?"

"Which one?" Mox asked. He'd been asked the question a lot but it never made it any easier given that he'd cut so many promos in his career.

"The one to Regal about your mum and the drugs and your dad being in jail?"

"Uh, yeah," he nodded slowly, "it was."

Darcy looked down at her hands and said quietly, "I'm sorry,"

"For what?"

"For not... For assuming that we were different and that you didn't get it." She looked up at him and shrugged lightly. She reached across the table to put out her cigarette.

"Nah, don't be. I get it, I do the same. We just assume that no one had it as bad as us."

"Not many people do, though. A lot of people's parents are separated but they don't have to live on the streets or anything like that."

"Too bad you didn't do the indies... A lot of people like us."

Darcy laughed under her breath, "I hate us. I'm kind of glad that WWE got me when they did... I hear about some of the stuff the indie guys get up to and I don't... That world is my past, you know? Cheer got me out of it and I guess indie wrestling might have led me back to it."

"Cheer was supposed to just be something I did because no one expected me to... I was a fucking fat kid. Short, fat and so goddamn ugly. I told my uncle that I wanted to be a cheerleader and he said - his exact words were 'no one is going to want an obese golem on their cheerleading squad'-"

"Seriously?"

"Yep, he is the father of all cunts. I wanted to prove him wrong so I started running every morning and night - I was like 14 but he didn't give a fuck where I was. Also didn't care that I wasn't eating."

"You stopped eating?"

"Can you tell me a quicker way to lose weight?" Mox stared at her blankly, trailing his eyes down her thin frame. "I never really put the weight back on. Cheer was tough, you know?"

"You live with him until you move down here?"

"Fuck no, I left before I was 15, couch jumped until my boss decided he was sick of me showing up hungover, drunk or high and gave me his spare room. I owe him my life, too, I guess."

Mox nodded, fully understanding. She knew he was watching as she lit up another smoke and it seemed that he was waiting for an elaboration but she kept silent, the cigarette hanging from her teeth. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards – she wouldn't have called it a smile but it was pretty close.

The groan she emitted was louder than intended but it fell upon deaf ears. Mox had brought home a girl. Darcy had seen her a few times before but only brief glimpses that were impeded by clothes, door frames or Mox himself.

It didn't take too long for the woman's moans to be heard in the living room. The blonde made a strangled noise as she dug the palms of her hands into her eyes. She found sleep hard enough without having to listen to two people fuck in the next room. It astonished her just how loud the pair of them were. Maybe she had never had sex good enough to be so loud or, as she assumed, she had much more self-control than either Mox or the girl.

Despite how annoyed she was at the sounds, Darcy was even more annoyed at how her body was reacting to it. She crossed one leg over the other and clenched her thighs in an attempt to quash what she was feeling.

She couldn't suppress the sigh that worked its way into her breath. As she closed her eyes, images were flashing through her head - her own interpretation of what was happening in Mox's bedroom - and they caused her to tug her lip ring into her mouth.
Her hand moved, maybe unconsciously but then again maybe not, to the waistband of her underwear before she caught herself and clenched her first.

There were two people one room away. Two people she was fantasising over. Of all the fucked up things you've done in your life, she thought to herself, this will be the time you get caught.

She opened her eyes quickly and kicked away her blanket before basically running to the bathroom, knocking into the door jamb.

Darcy reached into the shower and turned on the cold water, not stripping out of her underwear before she stepped underneath the shower spray. The water hit every nerve of her body and all she could think about was the relief that moved with it.

The heat between her thighs was determined and hadn't totally disappeared after even 5 minutes of nothing but ice cold water washing over her body. It would have to do, though, and at least she didn't feel at risk of getting herself off to her roommate and his - his girlfriend? Darcy didn't know who she was to him. She didn't care. She had a boyfriend, why would she?

Harry. Fuck.