For Love or Gold

CHAPTER 4

David Batista walked into him home and closed the door behind him, he threw his jacket and DVDs on the couch, next to the TV. He had a lousy week at the ring, The Undertaker had left Dave a few 'gifts' for him. A tombstone with Dave's name on it had appeared in his locker room, and the church bells that sounded in the ring as Dave competed. He hated head games and the Undertaker was definitely a master at them.

But Dave wasn't an idiot either. He had picked up the last twenty single matches of the Undertaker, he was planning on watching them all tonight, in hopes to some insight of the Deadman's Achilles' heel.

He walked into his kitchen and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge, the flashing light on his home phone told him that there was a message waiting for him. He pressed the play button, the crackling of the recording came one, Dave thought he should give the electronic voice mail option on the phone a try for once.

"David, it's your mother. Please call me back as soon as you get this message." He could hear the franticness in her voice, it wasn't a social call.

He put the untouched beer on the coffee table, grabbed the black cordless phone and dialled her number. She still lived with her new husband in Washington near his Father and step mother, they still kept in contact.

The phone rang at her end, making Dave anxious to hear what had his mother frantic. His mother was a strong woman, he never remembered anything making her voice shake like it did on the message.

Someone picked up the other line, "Hello?"

"Mom? It's Dave…"

"Oh David…David, I have something to tell you, I hope you're sitting down, honey."

By the sound of her voice, it wasn't pleasant news, "What is it mom?"

"Dave, your father and Serena got into a terrible accident when they were heading to Salem…to visit Serena's family…"

Dave became frantic himself, "Are they ok? Where are they mom?"

"Oh honey…" There was a sob from the end of the line, "They're dead. I'm sorry baby. They got caught in a hail storm…they hit a transport head on…"

Dave took a moment, he was close to his father and liked his step mother. To loose them both was unimaginable, they traveled that road three times a year! Dad knew the road better than anyone else! How could have this happen?

"Dave? Are you still there?"

"Yeah, mom…I'm…I'm just in shock…when did this happen?"

"Early this morning, I've been trying to get a hold of Kayla, but her cell phone is not on or something…"

"She's in Egypt, mom, I'll call her and tell her to come home. I don't know how she's going to take this, loosing dad and her mom."

"Oh…that poor thing. Ok then. Dave, I'll get your room ready. And Kayla can stay with us, she shouldn't be alone, you know."

"I know mom, I'll call her now. I'll be on the next flight out there."

"I love you, David."

"I love you too, mom."

He ended the call and threw the phone across the room, it hit the wall and shattered into fragments. Anger and denial crept into his mind as he grabbed a hold of his entertainment center and threw it on the ground, the TV set and stereo came crashing down, the glass shattering around the carpet. He flopped back on the couch and placed his face in his hands, tears streamed down his face.

He wished he had spent more time with them, he should have stayed longer with them at Christmas. He spent the better part of the night thinking of the 'what ifs', but it was doing him no good. He grabbed a hold of his address book and looked through the pages for Kayla's numbers.

It seemed that she had a few, one was for her home, the second was her cell phone, the third number was to be used when she was out of the country. Kay always made sure that someone in the family could get a hold of her, in case of an emergency.

And this was an emergency. He didn't know how to tell his little sister that she was now an orphan. Even though she was an adult, she was still too young to lose both parents. Kay had talked to Dave about having their father walk her down the isle on her wedding day, or how exciting it would be to have her mother around when Kay's first child came along. There was so much that they were going to miss out on, spoiling their first grandchild, watching both kids get married, just watching their family grow and explore this world. But it had all come to an end.

He knew this would kill his little sister, she was so close to her parents. She and Serena talked almost every second day, regardless where Kay was at the time. And Kay was definitely Daddy's little girl, they had sent a lot of summers going camping and fishing together.

Dave looked around the room for his phone, he found the pieces on the floor. Frustrated, he stomped on the pieces and walked into his bedroom, where the second phone in the house was. He looked at the time on the alarm clock, it would be early morning where Kay was.

He opened his book and looked again for her number, he had no idea how he was going to tell her. He took a breath, he couldn't think up the words that would soften the blow, but there wouldn't be. As soon as she heard his voice, she would know something was up. Kay was good at that, couldn't hid anything from her. She always found out any secret kept in the house.

He tried dialling the number few times but always hung up before the other line could ring, he didn't want her to hurt like he was. But there was no way of protecting her from this kind of pain.

He sighed again and dialled her number once more, this time, he let it ring.

To be continued