Jon is packing his duffle bag ready for the Smackdown taping when I finally make my way back to the room. "Lora!" he yells, rushing over to me and wrapping his arms around me. "Oh thank god! You had me so worried! Especially when Colby said you just walked out of the hotel. I tried calling you but you left your phone here." I nod, pulling away from him. "I left it on purpose Jon" I say, walking over to it and clearing all the missed calls and texts. He watches me closely. "We, uh, need to get ready" he says nervously. "Joe and Colby will be here soon, to ride to the arena." I shake my head slowly before looking up at him. "I'm not coming" I say, kicking my shoes off and sitting on the bed. "W-what?" he stammers. "I'm not coming" I say, looking at him. "You wanna be Hunters yes man, his little puppet, you carry on. But keep me out of it." "He's my boss dammit Lora!" he yells. "And I'm your wife dammit Jon!" I yell back. "He's your boss, yes. But he's not mine. Go, get to the arena on time. I'll speak to you later." "Gonna answer your phone this time are you?" he scoffs. I shake my head. "Don't push me Jon" I warn. He grabs his bag and opens the door. "Don't do me any favours Lora" he says. "Ill see you later." The door closes and he's gone. I watch from behind the curtain as he makes his way to the car with Joe and Colby. As soon as they're gone I quickly pack my bag and rush down to reception. "I need a cab" I say. The receptionist nods. "Not a problem" she says picking up the phone. "Where are you headed?" "The airport" I say, looking around. She nods and points at the seats. "I'll call you when it's here" she says. I smile and sit, looking around nervously. She finally points outside and I rush out without even thanking her.
Ten hours later and I'm finally home. The house smells musty, like I've been away longer than a few days. I shake my head and unpack, throwing all my clothes into the laundry, as if washing everything will wash away the memories of what's happened in these last few days. I've got married, and basically run away from my husband. I get my phone out of my bag, putting it on to charge and cursing as it beeps what seems like hundreds of times as soon as there's a scrap of life in it. Jon. Lex. Jon. Colby. Joe. Lex. Jon. Jon. Jon. I don't even read them, just turn it on to silent and put the music on loud. Real loud. I clean the house from top to bottom, changing all the bedding, shifting the furniture around in the lounge, anything so it looks different to when Jon was here. I've just hung a load of laundry out to dry, intending on heading in for a nap while it dries, when I sense something isn't right. The music is off. It shouldn't be, the playlist is on repeat. I grab a rolling pin from the counter and tiptoe to the lounge door. I peek around the corner and drop the rolling pin in shock. "You can't hide from me toots" he says from the sofa. "We're married now. You can't run. Damn Lora, get in here now." I walk to him on shaky legs, standing in front of him, unsure of what to do. "For better or worse" he whispers, standing up. "Richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. When your husband is a dumb fuck and all you wanna do is run. God dammit Lora what the fuck did we do?" I look at him quickly, the tears running down both of our faces show how much we're hurting each other. "Jon" I whisper. "I think we made a huge mistake. And now we can't get out of it." He shakes his head. "If you want an annulment I'll back you up" he says quietly. "I won't like it, but I'll do it. For you." "W-what?" I whisper. "Is that what you want?" "Is that what you think I want?" he asks. I look at him for what seems like ages before nodding slowly. "Dammit Lora!" he practically yells. "Do you think I would have jumped on the first plane here if I want a divorce? That's what over priced lawyers are for, right? I'm here because I love you, and I'm fighting for us. I ain't losing you now doll. Not now. Not ever. So you'd better get used to me, cos you're stuck with me." Slow clapping makes me look to the stairs. Lex walks down them slowly.
"Congratulations Ambrose" she says, smiling at him. "You've just about managed to convince me that you actually do love my friend." "Lex" I whisper. She shakes her head. "No Lor" she says, holding her hands up. "I've been selfish, and I'm sorry. It's only now, seeing you two on the verge of breaking, that I realise how selfish I've been. Fuck guys, you two are perfect. You need each other. I'm so sorry." I shake my head. "No apologies" I whisper. "We all needed this reality check." She nods. "Now you're in, Jon" she says. "I'm gonna head home, let you guys work this out. But I swear to god, if I hear of a divorce, or annulment, I'm gonna go all kinds of bat shit crazy on your asses!" I laugh and watch as she waves and heads out. "You and me got some talking to do Mrs Good" Jon says, pushing me onto the sofa.