This one is told from Dave's piont of view.
I walked out of her room, feeling rejected but most of all hurt. The other day when I walked into the hallway and saw her laying on the floor in a pool of blood, I couldn't believe it. I felt like crying. It was my fault. Angie may be small and petite, but she can definitely pack a punch. She was trained by the best. A former 3 time kick-boxing champion doesn't get her moves from running round a ring with her tail between her legs. It didn't surprise me really. If I was to be truthful here, Malencia wouldn't have stood a chance. Hell, she one time slapped Randy for calling her a bitch for spilling her drink on him, and even he went flying.
Sure the tong in her mouth was just an excuse for getting close to her. I could've just sat her on her side but the moment was there and anyway, how else would she accept me? She wouldn't want someone like me around me. I felt dirty after it though. But just then, when we kissed on the bed, that really was something. There was something there that we both felt. It would have gone further if it wasn't for her freaking out on me. I have never had someone turn me down, but in a way, I enjoyed it. It made it more interesting. She's playing hard to get. Nothing to worry about though, because not only have I got under her skin, but she's got under mine.
Angie must have been round to 'persuade' me again. She noticed Malencia and thrown herself at her. Jealous bitch!
She lost her chance when she slept with Andrew, but there were rumours long before that that she was sleeping around with the likes of Finlay, Mercury, Kennedy, Umaga, and Booker T. That was the reason for the fight between me and Booker last year. Andrew was the last nail in the coffin. I threw it in the grave though, and as far as I'm concerned, she went with it.
Malencia was out of it though for three days. If I wasn't by her side, I was sorting things out about Angie, and I ended up getting her arrested with the help of Mark(Taker). He saw her game and tried to warn me. I should've listened to him. I don't know when she'll be out but…it doesn't matter for now.
Lencia was a pretty girl and didn't deserve this. Her blonde hair framed her face perfectly but her blue eyes told a different story. One of sadness, anger and surprisingly strength. Maybe it was from her horse riding. The girls told me all about her. Filled me in on the extra details. She was only suppose to come here to help build my house, but I don't want her to do that anymore. I don't want it to be called my house anymore, I want it to be called our house. The girls, Lencia and me. I know it's a bit soon.
But she's seeping my heart and quickly destroying it.