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Chapter Thirteen: Twist of Fate
Armageddon 2007 – December 13, 2007(Madison Square Gardens, New York)
'Hey… Hey! Nothing you can say! Nothing's gonna change what you've done to me!'
It was one of those nights when you don't have all that much energy but you still have the fans' cheering to pump all the adrenaline into your lifeless system. That was exactly what Randy was feeling the moment he stepped out from the curtains and onto the stage. The fans were absolutely amazing and their cheers were nothing short of music to his ears. He posed on top of the ramp before slowly walking down slapping some of the fans' hands in the process. Tonight, he was feeling sociable. I guess you could use the flight incident with Riz as one of the prime reasons.
"The following match is scheduled for one-fall and it is for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first the Number One Contender, from St. Louis, Missouri… Weighing in at 245 pounds… The Legend Killer, RANDY ORTON!" Lilian's voice surrounded the arena.
Randy continued his posing inside the ring as the fans half-cheered and half-booed. Of course, he was still a cocky asshole on screen so it was inevitable that some of the fans would hate him for being such. He climbed down from the turnbuckle he had been posing on and started shifting around the ring to get himself comfortable with the ambience.
'I think I'm cute… I know I'm sexy… I've got the looks…'
The familiar music of the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels, echoed through the arena as the crowd gave him an amazing standing ovation. He stepped out in his red, black and silver chaps with the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He started running around the top of the ramp and hyping up the crowd for the main event. He looked towards the ring and directly at the Number One Contender for his title, Randy Orton, as Lilian introduced him.
"Introducing next is the World Heavyweight Champion! From San Antonio, Texas… Weighing in at 225 pounds… The Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels!" Lilian announced once again.
Shawn walked down the ramp and to the ring as he headed for his match for the night. He climbed into the ring as Randy backed himself to the turnbuckle to let the champion do his strutting around the ring with the belt. Once Shawn had surrendered his title to the referee and the match had officially begun with the ring of the bell, the two superstars sized each other up for the perfect start of the match.
At first, Randy got the upper-hand with him punching away at Shawn. But the veteran wasn't one to be underestimated. He retaliated with punches of his own and chops to Randy's bare chest as he cornered the younger superstar to the turnbuckle. With that boot of his, Shawn stomped away at Randy's stomach as the contender was stuck in the turnbuckle.
After receiving five stomps to the stomach, Randy finally woke up from his tensed state and started getting his second wind as he grabbed Shawn's boot in mid-air and twisted it so the champion was now hopping on one foot. Randy drove the perfect dropkick to the other calf of the champion, falling down to his knees. Randy grabbed the now injured Shawn by the head and performed a back-cracker for the record.
Randy held onto his aching stomach and tried to stand back up but ended up rolling on the canvas in pain. Good thing the other wrestler in the ring was also writhing in pure agony as his back arched. The referee started the ten-count for the count-out. 1. Randy tried to get up but was hopeless in doing so. 2. Shawn tried standing up but he couldn't pull himself with enough force. 3. Randy grabbed the bottom rope and pulled himself up so that he could breathe.
4. Shawn grasped the turnbuckle and pulled himself up slowly, not minding the pain that was searing his back. 5. Randy was up on one foot as he tried to beat the count. 6. Shawn was also up on one foot as he tried to support himself. 7. Both men were up and still slightly dazed from everything that had happened. Randy saw the chance and got down to his knuckles to stalk the next victim of his prided finisher.
Shawn took the hint from the fans as he pieced together the puzzle. Once he turned around, Randy was going to catch him and pull off his finisher. Well, he'll be damned if this champion would let that happen. He spun around, seeing Randy charging at him but he immediately ducked and caught the younger superstar around the waist to perform the counter, a side-scoop slam.
As the younger superstar writhed around in pain, Shawn went over to the turnbuckle as the crowd began to roar. He was setting up for his finisher now. Sweet Chin Music. It was time to do some singing here. Shawn began to stomp his feet and hit the canvas one by one as the crowd counted in sync how many he had done. 1. Randy was still struggling to get up but to no avail. 2. Randy had succeeded slumping onto the bottom rope but he still couldn't stand up.
3.4.5. Randy just slumped there dazed for three seconds. 6. He was up on one foot. 7. Randy was back up on both feet thought slightly spaghetti-legged. He spun around to be met by Shawn's boot to his chin but he had evaded it. Once Shawn had turned around, Randy had met him with his own finisher, the RKO. He pulled Shawn's leg up for the three-count. 1… 2… 3.
The bell rang as the referee raised Randy's arm up for the victory. The fans stood up from their seats and welcomed the new champion. They cheered at the sound of Randy's theme song blaring throughout the whole arena. As Shawn was being rolled out of the ring, the referee gave Randy his title belt.
"The winner of this match and your NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… THE LEGEND KILLER, RANDY ORTON!" Lilian announced as the crowd went wild again.
Randy paraded around the ring as she showed off his title belt. He felt so overwhelmed with emotions at that time that all the weariness in the world couldn't bring him down from posing on the turnbuckle and lavishing the fans' cheers. He basked in his own glory as he kissed the cold gold of the title belt before raising it up again. He jumped off the turnbuckle, got out of the ring and ran up the ramp. At the very top, he posed again before going backstage through the curtains.
A lot of people were congratulating him on his win even if they already knew that he would capture the gold tonight. But he didn't mind them. He muttered thank you here and there but he was in search of someone else. He could get that someone and show her his just claimed title and perhaps tell her something else.
But to no avail, Randy ran around the whole backstage and didn't even catch a glimpse of her. Ever since the start of the show or even before that, she hadn't been spotted by any of the crew members or superstars. He checked the locker room but she wasn't there. At catering, she wasn't there, too. He looked at the monitor showing what was happening outside and saw that John was taking on Triple H for the WWE Championship. Yes, John had lost the title a couple of months prior to today.
Since Riz had come back from her break in St. Louis, she had often accompanied John in his matches during PPVs and house shows. Tonight, it was one of the most highlighted matches in John's career and Riz, unfortunately, wasn't there. She had disappeared since they touched down at the airport a couple of hours ago. Randy was actually beginning to worry.
Randy watched as John's bloody match with Triple H progressed. It was just your normal one-on-one match with the championship on the line but some way, somehow, both John and Triple H had found themselves with busted head and a cut lip. I guess it only goes to show how much they both want the championship around their waists.
Randy, completely forgetting about the whole searching for Riz bit, got so engrossed in the match that he didn't notice someone bump into him. He looked behind him, at first wanting to scream at whoever had disrupted his watching, but then his features softened as his eyes fell on a certain little woman who was on her back.
"Oh my god, Riz! Why'd you bump into me like that? You could've hurt yourself!" he exclaimed as he crouched down and knelt in front of her. When earlier, he said that the crowd's cheering was music to his ears, bah, that was nothing compared to this. The sound of her voice and the mere sight of her was pure harmony.
She was simply wearing a pair of black RRJ camouflage cargos, white Skechers sneakers and a white Harvard USA top with black words on the bottom right part that said 'Challenge me' in different shades and sizes. Her hair was flowing down the sides of her face with her bangs tucked behind her ears.
Riz laughed slightly. "I've felt that I'm gonna be hurt today since this morning… Damn these wet sneakers…" she said. Then her eyes caught glimpse of the shiny thing that Randy had just discarded upon kneeling down to her. Her eyes widened as she hugged his neck and exclaimed, "OMG! Randy! You're the World Heavyweight Champion now!"
"Yeah…" he said as he hugged her back. She held him at arms length before eyeing him up and down and saying, "Now, this title looks good on you…" with a slight laugh.
"I was looking for you, actually… And I wanted to tell you thanks because I wouldn't have gotten this without you…" he said with a heart-stopping smile that could melt every girl. "And… I was also looking for you because I wanted to tell you something that I've been dying to tell you…" he continued. But then, a damned voice cut their certain predicament of sitting on the floor when it said, "Ms. Cruz, Mr. Cena's match has just ended… You have a promo with him in his locker room after commercial…"
It was one of the camera crew. And boy, did Randy want to kill that man right then and there and shove his championship down his throat. With a heavy sigh, Riz stood up and fixed up her clothes. She extended her hand out to Randy and he willingly took it and pulled himself up. She slightly slipped on her sneakers but he caught her by the waist. "You should really change your shoes, Riz… You might hurt yourself out there…" he said.
"Nah… It's no big… It'll dry in no time…" she said stubbornly. She took the black pony holder from her right wrist and pulled her hair up into a messily-stylish ponytail. She smiled at him and said, "We'll talk later…" He merely nodded.
He watched as she walked away from him. But then, she suddenly turned around and walked back to him. She dug into one of the pockets of her cargos and handed him a small three by five cream-colored envelope before smiling at him and jetting off to John's locker room. Randy looked at the envelope that was sealed with a black sticker that said, "Keep Out or Die". He laughed at the familiar note and felt the slight bump in the envelope.
He spun his head around and turned his attention back to the monitor where he saw the promo Riz and John were in. They were in a locker room judging by the couch John was sitting on. Riz was straddled on his lap as she cleaned his cuts and wounds with ointment.
Riz was sitting on John's lap as she dabbed a wet towel onto the cut on his forehead. He winced as he said, "Damn it, woman, can't you see that it's a fucking wound and not something you can just randomly poke?"
She frowned at him and started poking his nose. "Well it wouldn't hurt as much if someone had taken care of himself out there!" she said in that irritated way.
He held her hand and stopped her finger from poking his nose any further. "Aiiite! Aiiite! Chill, Rizzie… I was just, y'know… overreacting…" he said. She nodded and started cleaning his wounds up again. "Hey, Rizzie… Do you find this place very familiar?" he asked.
She stopped dabbing his wounds. "Well, of course I find it familiar… It is a champion's locker room, right?" she said and raised his newly-earned title belt as they both laughed.
"Yeah, that and some other thing…" he said. She tilted her head and scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion. "What'cha mean?" she asked.
"Well… We're in NYC…" he said.
"Well, good going, Captain Obvious! I think I noticed that myself…" she said. He shook his head and wrapped his arms around her waist as she still straddled his lap. "Well, we're in NYC, the place you debuted… The place we first met… And I remember that it was also the place you were initiated as a diva…" he explained.
She nodded in realization. "Oh yeah… I remember now… Yeah, it was the first day Steph told me that I had to deal with a lunatic and clean up his wounds after a bloody match!" she said playfully.
He started tickling her sides and she started laughing as the crowd aaw-ed at the two. Suddenly, a crewman knocked on the door and said, "Ms. Cruz… Your match is up next…" before closing the door after Riz had acknowledged him.
"Well, I've got to go kick Mickie's psychopath butt again…" she said as she stood up. "You stay here and clean yourself up, 'kay?"
He nodded. Riz soon left the locker room as the camera shifted to the one outside and previewed her as she walked over to the curtains to enter the ring for her match. She was stretching a little and rolling her head around to let the tensed muscles around her neck ease up a little bit.
'Who's that girl? Lalalalalalalalalalala…'
Riz stepped out of the curtains and onto the top of the ramp as the crowd went wild after seeing the promo with John. She did a little hip-hop dance to her theme music on top of the ramp as she plastered a smile on her face. The fans cheered for her as she walked down the ramp and slapped some of the fans' outstretched hands. She slipped a little due to the wet sneakers but it was all good.
"The following match is scheduled for one-fall and it is for the WWE Women's Championship! Introducing first the Number One Contender, from Manila, Philippines… The ABC of the WWE, Riz!" Lilian announced as Riz climbed into the ring.
She ran around the ring once before standing up on the second turnbuckle in one corner. She plucked her shirt and winked to the crowd just like she would always do. It was just like about any other match. She jumped off the turnbuckle and stood at her corner to await her opponent for the night.
The sound of high-pitched drums echoed throughout the arena as the bright-colored entrance video of Mickie James filled the Titantron. The Women's Champion jumped out onto the top of the ring all hyped up and ready to go. "Introducing next, from Richmond, Virginia… She is the WWE Women's Champion, Mickie James!" Lilian introduced again as the Women's Champion dove into the ring and paraded around with her title belt.
Riz cornered herself to the turnbuckle to allow the champion to parade around with her gold. She tried to remember the script for that night. What would happen again? Oh yeah, I'm supposed to pin Mickie for the count and then I'm going to win so that John and I can be back on top… Then Orton would join the group and we'd all get along and form a stable… Okay… Okay… I got this… Mickie, you're goin' down!
Riz took off her shirt once Mickie was done parading around. She surrendered her dog tags to the referee and did a quick sign of the cross. She started off with simple shifting her weight on from foot to foot to help her get that second wind running. The bell rang thrice indicating that it was time to unleash hell onto Mickie James.
The two started with a simple grapple in the middle of the ring. Mickie soon got the upper-hand and threw Riz across the ring. Riz countered with a horrifying DDT that would make it's innovator envious. She followed it with a series of back-breakers, springboard bulldog takeovers, DDTs and reverse DDTs, sleeper holds, slaps, chops, kicks and punches.
About half-way into the match, Riz was still in control of a beaten up Mickie. She was about to pull the move that no one had ever seen her to. She was going to jump off the turnbuckle and perform a flying cross-body on Mickie. Now, Riz was never a high-flyer. She didn't jump off the turnbuckles. She just performed all her moves from and onto the canvas. As Mickie was struggling to get up onto her two feet, Riz stepped out onto the apron so that she could climb the turnbuckle.
That was where it all went horribly wrong.
Riz's wet sneakers, remember those? Well, her wet shoes caused her to slip off the apron. She hit the side of her torso hard on the steel steps before she crash landed her head on the ground. She had begun choking and sputtering her own blood as she tried to move herself but she found it hard with the searing pain coursing through her body.
The referee jumped down from the ring and checked up on Riz. He saw that there was a pool of blood beginning to form from where she hit her head. He immediately called for medics and signaled for the bell. "Ladies and gentlemen, Riz cannot continue this match… So the winner and still your WWE Women's Champion, Mickie James!" Lilian announced. Mickie's music was playing as she should have been celebrating, but instead, she climbed out of the ring and checked up on Riz.
An unexpected visitor soon came out. Randy Orton. He ran down the ramp and to Riz. He had just changed into his jeans and white shirt when he saw what was happening so he immediately ran out to the ring. He took her now fading figure in his arms as he rubbed the blood off her lips. "No, Riz… Don't you fade away… C'mon, Riz… C'mon… It's gonna be okay… Hang in there…" he kept saying.
The medics were taking so long to come out since there were so many injured superstars tonight. Randy cradled Riz's slowly fading figure in his arms. Then, a fan at ringside asked, "Aren't you two supposed to be fighting?"
Deciding the medics were taking too long, Randy carried Riz bridal style in his arms before turning to the fan and saying, "Right now, we're not meant to be fighting…"
RAW Houseshow – December 27, 2007(Madison Square Gardens, New York)
The WWE had come back to New York upon the orders of Vince McMahon. He said that he had a very important announcement to make. So, the houseshow had progressed fine at the beginning. There was sensible tension between Randy and John backstage even though the writers already put them together as a tag team, even without Riz there. John had this seething anger for what Randy had done back in the hospital.
There were matches, promos, competitions and just about the usual houseshow was going on. There was taunting and losing of belts, title shots, qualifying matches. Everything. It was just about your typical normal houseshow. Then, at the very end of the show, Vince came out to the crowd and called all the superstars out.
"Now, I know you all must be wondering why the WWE suddenly came back to New York…" Vince started. "Well, there's a very good reason behind that, I promise you, it is a very good reason…" Standing with him in the ring was Randy, John and Trish who had flown in upon Steph's orders. "These three in the ring… Do you notice anyone missing?" Vince asked.
The crowd screamed, "RIZ!"
"You are a very smart bunch of people, aren't you? Because, as a matter of fact, you're right! Riz is the one missing in this group… As you can see, she had a long rivalry and also a long friendship with Trish Stratus… She was the previous girlfriend and current partner of John Cena… And, you all know that she and Randy Orton have been at it since she started." Vince said before the crowd screamed.
John took a mic. "McMahon, could you please get to the bottom of this? I mean, I, personally, I miss Riz already… And you talkin' all this shit out here, man, it's not helping my condition… So, could ya speed it up a lil' bit 'cause I ain't in the best of moods…" he said. He didn't have his title belt with him.
Randy took one of his, too. "Yeah, Vince, I could spend this time of mine better than to just stand here talking about that no-good bitch…" he said. He didn't have his title either.
Trish, in turn, said her piece. "Vince, with all due respect, we all didn't come out here to just stand here waiting for the 'big news' that you have for us… We came here to hear it… So, if you don't mind?"
"Alright, alright… Keep your pants on…" Vince said. "The reason I brought you all out here is because I wanted to announce that Riz… will not be coming back to the WWE…" the crowd and the superstars gasped at his news.
"What do you mean she's not coming back? Vince, that girl is one of the best divas around!" Trish reacted.
Vince turned to John and said, "I believe you know what's going on, am I right, Mr. Cena?"
John took a deep breath before bringing the mic to his lips and speaking these words: "I really… I really don't know how to explain this one to y'all 'cause for me… it's still difficult to take in… Riz… Well, yeah, her folks called me up… And… They told me that she won't be comin' back to the WWE…"
John took a breather as Trish said, "John… What's going on?" and her eyes were getting watery.
"Riz… If y'all remember… had an accident during Armageddon… For the past two weeks, she's been on life support… And… Just 'round… Three hours ago… Her parents… Well…" he stopped to breathe. "…They decided to pull the plug…"
The crowd screamed various things. Some were crying, some were just reacting bad. The divas all began to cry as the superstars looked down to the ground in utter disbelief.
"…Our dear Riz…" John said as every word pained him. Tears had began streaking down his face. "She died of severe head trauma, extreme loss of blood… and… And four of her ribs… Puncturing her lungs… And… limiting her oxygen… She choked on her own blood…" he said as he stared directly at the other side of the ring canvas without any movement.
Trish brought her hand to her mouth as she gasped in horror. The tears had begun to spring from as eyes as she couldn't afford to even stand up straight. She had to lean on the turnbuckles to support her body which was now about to give away due to the shock.
A ghastly silence overcame the arena as everyone was in a state of shock. Nobody could utter a word as all the superstars bowed their heads to give due respect to the deceased. John couldn't hold it in. He knew he couldn't cry. What the hell? He was the WWE Champion! He shouldn't be crying. But no. No title could ever stop him from showing his emotion upon losing his little sister, his life.
He passed through the ropes and left the ring as he walked back up the ramp and to the backstage. The silence was deafening… until it was broken by a certain superstar who hadn't spoken the whole time.
"You guys! Hello? It's just Riz! It's no reason to cry! Hell, she's just a girl, you softies! She's just a girl…" came from the mouth of Randy Orton before he left the ring with the encoring boos of the crowd.
That night, Randy stood on the balcony of his hotel room as he held the letter she had given him in his hand. In the other hand was a key. A key that he knew all to well to be familiar with its every groove. He sat there reading the letter as the events of two weeks ago played in his memory.
Randy,
I know that we don't get along… Hell, before we never even dared to look at each other except for those times when we were mercilessly bickering at each other and 'ruining the fun' of everyone… But you know, I couldn't help but think of that one time when we started to get along… When was it again? Was it when you got injured back in Manila? Yeah… I think that was the time… From that time, Randy, everything began to change for us… There was less fighting, and whenever we did fight, it was playful banter… I don't know, Randy, maybe it was all 'cause you were always there…
He carried her all the way up the ramp and he was met backstage by the rushing medics. Randy's once clean white shirt was now partially red from Riz's blood as she struggled to keep conscious. Randy carried her all the way to the always-ready ambulance and didn't even bother passing her to the medics. The shocked look on the crew and roster's faces were far beyond pity.
I mean, you took me into your own house when I was injured myself and I couldn't thank you enough for that… You never left me alone and you were always there right beside me when I needed you… You always told me never to give up and break all those barriers that were holding me back from whom I really was… You always told me to fight…
Randy placed her on the bed inside the ambulance and jumped in with the medics. He held her hand as they closed the doors and rode off to the nearest hospital. The whole time, Randy was whispering, "C'mon, Riz… Fight… You can do it… Don't give up… Fight for it… I need you… C'mon, fight…"
You listened to everything I had to say and didn't judge me from my past… You accepted me and pushed me even farther to be the best that I can be… Randy, you gave me new life… Everything I asked you to do, you did it, and I can't help but wonder why… I called you, you came running to me… You never held back when you knew I needed you…
"…R…Randy…" her now raspy voice said as soft tears began to flow down her face. "I… I need you… to… do something… for me…" she said through ragged breaths.
You gave me everything, Randy… From the necklace and the outfit you gave me during the party, to everything else… I don't know why but you always seem to know what's going on in this crazy little head of mine… Before, Nate always used to be the one who would come running and helping me but then… But then, Randy… Then there was you…
"Anything… Name it, Riz… Anything…" he said as he fought back his own tears.
"Kiss me." Her order slipped through her lips. "Just do it, R-Randy… Ki…" she didn't need to say anything more as Randy connected his lips with hers. There were fireworks everywhere as they shared the connection nobody else could understand.
You protected me from life's harms and you kept me going… It was like magic… I mean, I thought I couldn't live again after I lost the one man I loved but… You… You just brought me back to life… You were the man who told me it was alright to cry and let someone in… And I let you in… And it was one of the best things that had ever happened to me… I didn't regret doing that…
But then, since Riz was having a hard time breathing, Randy had to pull away quickly. There was a soft trail of her blood on the side of his lips as he held her hand tighter. Now, the tears weren't going to be held back anymore. He let one single tear fall down and drop onto her hand which he kissed. "C'mon, Riz… Don't give up… I'll protect you… I promise… Please…" he started saying.
Yeah… I know… I'm babbling on about useless stuff here… I'm not even sure if I'm making sense 'cause I don't know… If I wanted to say what I really wanted to say, then Randy, I wouldn't know what to say to you… I wouldn't know what else I could do to repay you for everything…
Most girls, pretty much like myself, they say they want that fairytale… That knight in his shining armor and on a white horse… They say they want a dream come true… Well, thanks to you, I got that dream come true… I still remember the plane ride we had earlier… You were talking about fairytales when we were having fun with a game of thumb war… Which, I think, is much more fun than any fairytale… But I… I don't know how you did it, whether subconsciously or whatever but you made the 'real' fairytale I've always wanted come true… You freed me… And that's the bottom line… You gave me the fairytale I've always wanted since I was a little girl… And I can't imagine living it again and again without you in it…
Riz lifted her hand up and caressed the side of his face. "T-this is how… We end the fairytale…" she said before consciousness left her and the medics panicked. They connected her to the oxygen tank as they tried to analyze what was wrong.
Soon, the ambulance stopped at the hospital as the medics wheeled an unconscious Riz into the hospital while being followed by a distraught Randy. The rushed her into the operating room as Randy was stopped at the door by the doctor saying, "I'm sorry, sir, but you cannot go in…"
You always watched me from afar and made sure nobody got their hands on me just like what happened back when I was college… You never let me out of your sight unless I was with John, don't you think I noticed that? You were always there… You never left my side…
He merely nodded and watched from the small window at the door. They watched them take her shirt off and inspect the wounds on her chest. Soon, the medics were rushing around and connecting tubes to her frail body. There was the pulse monitor beside her and the wires connected to her body were innumerable.
I live this life of mine in the service of others, Randy… I live everyday as a sign that there's someone out there who needs me…
Randy watched on as the hooked her onto life support and plugged all the immense machines into her. There were stitched being sewn there and knives being placed onto her body here. The sight was pure red as Riz's blood was continually spilling onto the uniforms of the doctors and nurses attending to her. He heard them screaming, "Damn it! Move faster!"
I take care of everyone I see who's in need… I live off everyone's happiness and smiles… Remember New York, Randy? The place you first screwed with my head… Haha… Don't worry, I don't take any of that against you… But, you know, I gave you the snowglobe a couple of years ago so that you'd always remember New York… It's a place of many firsts for me…
He felt a sudden tap on his back and he spun around to see John standing there with a flushed face. "What happened to her, man? What's goin' on in there? Is she gonna be aiiite? I had to run all the way here since my damn car decided to break down…" John said through his deep breaths. Randy just walked away and sat on one of the couches in the waiting room.
You're a great guy. Randy… Don't let anyone tell you different… Don't let anyone tarnish your name… Don't let anyone hold you back and bring you down… As long as you know you can do it, go for it and believe in yourself… Don't wait for time to take opportunities away… Say everything you want to say and do everything you want to do 'cause I don't want you to make the same mistake I did… When I forgot to say something to you…
Ten hours had gone by as John and Randy sat there in the hospital's waiting room. Randy's shirt was still drenched in crimson blood as John's face was still rather messed up. They sat there as they awaited the final results of Riz's injuries.
Even as a young girl, I've always believed that everything happens for a reason… Whether it be good or bad, everything does really happen for a reason… That's why I know why you happened to me… 'Cause we needed each other… I needed someone to confide in and you needed someone to take care of you… So it's fair… Am I even making sense here?
John muttered loud enough for Randy to hear, "This shouldn't have happened… She shouldn't be here… I know she never wanted this to happen…"
You don't have to block out the emotions, Randy… Like you told me, you can't be invincible all the time… You have to let someone in one day and let that someone help you… Don't let yourself be led on by false wishes and wants… You should know what you really want and what you should really fight for…
Randy stood up, looked down at John and smirked. He lifted his right eyebrow and said, "Look, John, she never wanted this to happen, so what?" in that cocky and arrogant tone. "…Whoever said I cared? I know I got what I wanted…" he said before walking away. While he was walking, with the pad of his thumb he wiped Riz's blood off the corner of his lips and smirked to himself.
Yeah. He got what he wanted.
I'm always here for you… Like I've always been… You maybe just didn't see me as the type of girl who would always be there… I promise you, 'til death do us part… Oh wait, I don't think even death can.
Randy held the key in his hands as he progressed on to reading what she wrote.
I leave this key with you, Randy… It's the key to all my memories… Keep Out or Die, remember? I don't need the keychain to keep guard of all my cherished memoirs anymore… I have you… I trust you… You're the only one who knows about that stuff, and I hope you put that knowledge to good use… Haha… Well, this is where I end… Hopefully, I got my message through… Oh, I have a gift for you… but you have to wait… It's a surprise…
Yours truly, Riz.
P.S. I still don't like you.
Stop being so stubborn, Randy! You don't have to be strong all the time… You can be weak… You can show emotion… Just this once… Randy told himself as he let one single tear slide down his cheek and drop to the key in his hand.
Thanks to all those who reviewed. Techwiz and sweetcandyfun. hahaha. Well, hope you had fun reading this story. This is the second to the last chapter so... I'm hoping more people would review.
It took me a great deal to write this. Haha. Yeah, I had a lot of fun. Thanks to y'all!
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