Chapter 13... (Sorry for such a short chapter. Thank you KizzyFur, FlyingKity32, Violentlyyours and ExplicitXxXBitch for your reviews. Hope you like the new chapter.)
"Have you thought of anything for your wedding yet, like when or where." Kaitlyn asked as we got ready for our tag team match. "I'm not really sure what I want, I'm not a big wedding type of person. I'm really just enjoying having him in my life, and nothing is wrong." I said lacing up my boots. "Well if you do have a big wedding, does that mean where going to finally meet your family, your mom and dad and don't you have a couple of siblings." Layla asked joining in on our conversation. "Well the only way you're going to meet my mother is through a Ouija bored. The only person in my family I talk to is my dad." I said putting on a belt. "Really, when did your mother pass." Layla asked walking up to hug me. "About 13 years ago." I answered turning around to get my jacket. "Let's see, your 26, that means she died when you were 13, wow, how did you go your entire adolescences without the guidance of a mother." Layla asked, she very much had a case of not knowing when to shut her mouth. "Well, Lay, I went through it with me, and you know I turned out just fine." I said walking up and giving her the crazy eyes and laughed. "I know it must have been hard, how did you do it." I was starting to get a little annoyed. "I just did it okay Layla." I walking back to my suitcase. "Really Randi, please tell me, I'm curious." "I dealt with it Layla, like I dealt with Tommy beating me, like I dealt with Corey raping me. I cried, I blamed myself, I cried some more ate a whole lot of junk food and I moved on, satisfied." I said as I walked out of the locker room.
I walked down the hallway to the trainers room. I looked through the tape bin for the tape I have. I always get wrist tape to match my shirt, and I couldn't find my purple tape and it was pissing me off. "Damn it, where the hell is it." I said slamming the bin onto the table. "Calm down Parker, whats wrong." Dean asked as he walked in. "I can't find my purple wrist tape, and Layla is pissing me off." I said running my fingers through my hair. "Well calm down, because I packed it in my bag on accident, its in my locker room, and whats wrong with you and Layla." he said holding my shoulders. "I don't know, Kate and me where talking about whether or not we're going to have a wedding, and than Layla got in talking about my family and my mom and she wouldn't shut up." I said starting to get worked up again. "I swear nobody in this company knows when to drop something. I tried to be nice, but she doesn't know when to shut up" I said breaking away from him and walking down the hallway.
He caught up to me and grabbed my wrist and spun me around. "That's not everything and I know it, tell me what is really wrong, you know Layla and how she never shuts up, and you never let it get under your skin and I don't believe you worked up over your wrist tape. Whats wrong." he looked me in the eyes. "My dad called me, my grandma died, he said she left me somethings, I can only get them if I go to the funeral." I said hopping up on a create. "Okay, progress, ultimately it's up to you, I know you guys weren't all that close." he got out before I interrupted him. "But she my Grandma, I always loved her, I know we really weren't all too close for a while but she my Grandma." I began to cry. "if you want to go, you can, I'll come with you to make it easier for you." he said as he let my head rest on his chest. I cried for a little as I heard Layla come up. "I'm sorry Randi, I know I push a lot I didn't mean to make you cry." she began to rub my shoulder for comfort. I leaned up from Dean and looked at her. "You don't have any reason to be sorry, I'm just going through some stuff Lay, I'm sorry for snapping at you, you didn't deserve that." I got off the create and hugged her. "I'm just going through some personal stuff right now." I said "Do you want to talk about it." she asked. "I just did, I told you guys Dean's more than just a pretty face." I joked. Dean rolled his eyes and went into the trainers room.
Layla and me walked back to the locker room, she fixed my makeup. Kaitlyn came in happy. "Holy crap it's Christmas, Hunter told me we have a ten minute match." she was smiling. "We had a ten minute match already." I said confused. "No, that was with entrances and with a commercial, now we have an actual ten minute match without a commercial." she began to jump up and down. "Holy crap it is Christmas". We found Tamina and Alicia and began going over what we where going to do. Hunter came to us. "I gave you guys more time because I want to be sure that if we put more time and development into you guys, you not going to just use it as a step up. Too many people have used this company as a stepping stone. It's why we soured on the division in the first place." he told us. "Well, I can't speak for everyone, but I can for me, and I don't plan on leaving wrestling for a while." I said as the girls nodded in agreement. "Okay, well lets get to the gorilla position, you guys have about 5 minutes before you start off the show." He said. "Can I talk to you for a second." I asked Hunter. "Yeah make it quick." the rest of the girls went on their way. "I had a death in the family, is it okay if me and Dean have Saturday and Sunday off, I have to go to New York for the funeral." I asked. "Yeah no problem, we're gonna be in New York anyway so you can have the two days off, and Dean can just work Sunday night okay. And sorry to hear you lost someone." he gave me a hug. I was nervous, and it wasn't for my match.
Friday night came quicker than usual, right after the house show we had in Boston, me and Dean went to the airport to catch our flight. The rest of them we're gonna drive down, but I wanted to get some decent sleep before I saw my family. "Are you nervous babe." he sad grabbing my hand as I look out the window on the plane. "No, I haven't seen anybody in my family except my father in 6 years, why would I be nervous." I joked. "You'll be fine, I'll be their right next to you." he said as he put his arm around me. I laid my head on his chest. I fell asleep for the whole 35 minute flight. I never realized how quick it was from Boston to New York, I was used to driving, that took a few hours. We got a taxi and dropped us off at a hotel near the funeral home my dad told me where the ceremonies were going to take place. "Oh, how are we getting from the church to the cemetery." Dean asked as we laid on the bed. "My dad said we could drive in his car, he should be here soon, he called me from queens, he hit a little traffic, but he said maybe another 30 minutes." said checking my phone.
"What do you think your family is gonna say when they see you." Dean said as he kissed my shoulder. "I'm counting on nothing, not a clue what to say to them." I got up and began to pace back and forth. "You know, you never told me why you stopped talking to your family." Dean said as he sat up on the side of the bed. "When your family ignores you enough, you explode, and they don't like it when you call them out on shit, they made the choice to stop talking, my dad is the only one who ever cared about me outside of my mother, he's the only one I talk to." I began pacing even quicker. I heard my phone go off, it was my dad. "Hey what room are you guys in." he said after his usual hello. "Ugh, 245." I said opening the door to see what it was. "I'll be up their in a minute, I'm just gonna check in." he said. "Alright, see you soon." I manged to say as he hung up the phone. "He's checking in, he'll be up here soon." I said as I sat next to him on the bed. Dean kissed me, it was the first time I smiled that entire day. "What was that for." I asked. "What I need a reason to kiss you, I thought that ring gave me free unexplained kisses for life." Dean always knew how to relax me when I was stressed. "I love that your funny, I love Jon, thank you for being so great." I gave him a kiss as I heard a knock on the door.
"Hey sweetie", my dad said as he gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. " How you holding up." I asked as I opened the rest of the door to let him in the room. "Hey Dean, how are ya man." he said shaking his hand. "I'm good, how you holding up." Dean asked sitting down on the bed. "As good as can be, now I know how Randi feels." my dad said as he gave me a kiss on the forehead. "So have you talked to anybody in the family, do they know I'm coming." I asked sitting on the corner of the bed as my dad took the chair that was in the room. "No, it's gonna be a surprise, I don't know how they'll take it." we talked for a few hours about things. I told him about me and Dean getting engaged. How everything with wrestling was going.
"Well we have to get up in the morning so I'm gonna go to my room and go to sleep, it was nice seeing you Dean." My dad said as he got up and grabbed the bag he had his stuff in. "I'll walk you to your room, what floor are you on." I asked taking the suit bag. "I'm only about two rooms down" he said as he opened the door. "Night Fred." Dean said. "Night Dean."
I got back a few minutes later. Dean came out of the bathroom and saw me come in the door. He proceeded to kiss me for about five minutes. "Thank you, I needed that." I said as I smiled and looked in his eyes. We got in bed and fell asleep. Before I knew it I heard the alarm going off. I hit snoozed and closed my eyes again. Not even a minute later my phone rang. It was my dad. "Yes, I'm up, meet you in like an hour okay." I said as he hung up. "Wake up Jon, we have a wake to go to." I said shaking his leg. "I'm up, ugh it feels weird sleeping in this late." he said as he looked at the clock. It was nine, usually we're up at six. I took a shower, and walked back to the bed. Dean was almost finished getting dressed. I put on a long black skirt and a black undershirt and I put a leather jacket over it. "You nervous." Dean said as he gave me a kiss. "Kinda, I honeslty can believe how selfish I am being." I said. "What do you mean." Dean asked. "My grandmother is dead, and I'm nervous about seeing my family." I answered. "You have every right to be nervous, and it's not like your heartless, you knew she was going to pass eventually." he said. It was true, she'd been sick for a few years. "I hate funerals." I said as I got my sunglasses and purse. "I know, I hate them too." Dean said as he opened the door. My dad had sent me a text letting me know he was in the lobby. We got downstairs and walked over to him. "You ready sweetie." we walked out of the hotel. Went to the back parking lot. After about 20 minutes in New York traffic, we we're at the funeral home.
"You ready." Dean said as he grabbed my shoulder. "As ready as I'll ever be." I answered. I went to the front, I saw everybody else go in. I walked up the steps. I got the program, and the usher brought us to the room. It was a whole bunch of chairs in a hug circle. In our family, we liked to look at each other and tell our favorite stories about who had just passed. My dad walked into the door first. I followed closely by. Everybody looked up and said hi to my father before they noticed who was standing behind him. My oldest niece saw me. She hadn't since she was two, but she hadn't forgotten me. "Aunt Randi, I missed you." she screamed as she ran to me. I picked her up and gave her a kiss and a hug. I looked around and nobody had even moved an inch. They we're just staring at me. "Hey guys." I said with a smile.