"What the fuck are you doing here! Are you fucking insane or something!"
I yelled-whispered to him. And then this asshole had the audacity to flash me a smile when he saw the rage pour out of my eyes. "I wanted to see you, baby," He said while letting his hands move from the steering wheel, to his lap. "I am not your fucking baby, alright?" I said while looking over my shoulder to see if I saw Randy come out and walk towards us. No sight of my viper around. "Thank god," I mumbled under my breath. I quickly turned my attention back to John. "I came...because I wanted to see you, Dana," He said to me letting his blue eyes move towards my emerald colored eyes. I sighed and shook my head. "You have to go now, John. Seriously, I mean it. I don't want Randy to come out and see you." I placed my hands on my hips and gave him a hard stare that read, 'Leave now, or I will never do anything with you ever again' He stepped out of the car and looked at me. I folded my arms and looked down at the ground. "I want you to spend the night with me," He said quietly. Son of a bitch, I thought in my head. "Please, Dana, I really want you too," He said holding my hand and caressing my cheek. The siltiest touch from him can make any woman's knees buckle and feel like there about to give out.
I sighed. I looked down and nodded slowly. "Get back in your car, and drive to your house," I gave my simple request to him. "I'll be there in like 45 minutes," He nodded and had a smug look on his face. He kissed my head and did what I instructed him to do. I ran back in the mansion, letting my heels make a click-clack noise on the gravel sidewalk. I ran upstairs, into our bedroom and Randy was asleep. I looked next to him and I saw a pack of cigarettes. We promised not to smoke anymore but I guess he was starting to get stressed out and started to get back on the habit of smoking. I sighed, and grabbed the pack and the lighter on the dresser. With the way things were going, I sure as hell would need something to soothe my nerves.
I walked outside and got in John's car. I kissed him and began to drive back to his house.
I was arrived back at the house at about, 2:00 A.M. and luckily Randy was still asleep. So, I could just creep back in bed and act like I was there the whole night. "Perfect" I thought in my head. I took off my clothes and put on Randy's big Missouri Bears football jersey. He still has the picture of him when he played his first football game for Missouri State University. I smiled a little, and walked to our king sized bed and climbed in and pulled the covers over me. I stared at the ceiling for a while, then I let my gaze turn to his hand. His wedding ring was still on. He probably doesn't even know about the affair that's been going on for the past 3 months. What is wrong with me?
The next day, I went out to the store, going shopping and picking up a few things for the house. Randy left to go the next taping of RAW and I had the cutest, little girl with me. Kendra and I picked up a few things for us, for the house and for Randy. We drove home and walked inside the house. "Mommy, can I go watch cartoons?" She asked me while handing me the shopping bags. "Sure, sweetheart," I told her. When I got upstairs I screamed. What I saw scared me so much, I stumbled back onto the floor. I got up and took a look at everything.
Our whole bedroom was crashed. When I say crashed, I mean crashed. Everything was smashed. Lamps, pictures, the headboard of our bed was destroyed, the TV was smashed and their seemed to be a stain of blood on the floor. When I moved closer to the bed I picked up a picture. It was of Kendra, Randy, and I at Kendra's 3rd birthday party. Randy was on the left side of the picture, but as I looked at it, the left side was torn. The only people visible in the picture was Kendra & I.
What the fuck does this mean? Who has it in for us? Am I in danger?
You guys, my former pen-name was thatwwegirl236, but now its xStarstrukkDreams
