Chapter Two

I held my head in pain.

"Hey, Dameon, what's wrong? Hit yourself in the head with a katana again?" asked GENT.

"No, and I was four when that happened!" I replied.

"Then, what's wrong?" asked Kevin.

"Just a headache!" I snapped.

"Hiss, hiss kitty! Sounds like someone just got their period!" laughed Roxy.

"Oh, shut up." I murmured.

"I still don't know what that means…" GENT shrugged at Kevin.

"Neither do I…" Kevin closed his eyes.

"Maybe it's a type of headache!"

"Headaches don't have types, moron."

"Maybe it's candy!"

"Who the hell would name a candy 'period'?"

"Maybe it's European candy!"

"Does Europe even have candy?"

"Maybe it's a type of flower."

"Who the hell would name a flower—"

"SHUT UP!" I screamed as I hit Kevin and GENT. "A period is when—"

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I took my bag into my locker room. My head pounded again… It was near my eye where my—

"Yo, Dameon? You here?" asked a voice.

"Depends on who you are and what you want." I sorted things out through my bag, too busy to look up.

"Uh, it's me. Coach. Anyways, you have a call." Coach handed me a phone.

"'Kay, thanks." I faked smiled.

Coach left the room, and I huffed.

"God, I hate that guy… Hello?" I spoke clearly into the phone.

"Uh, Dameon…?" asked a voice. I recognized the unsure tone.

"Hey, John. What's wrong? You sound depressed."

"Yeah… well… you know how Dave and I said we'd try to kill each other if we got the chance?"

"Y-Yea…"

"We're… sorta… in Jail."

I felt my whole body tremble.

"B-Both of you? What happened?"

"Dave and I started beating the shit out of each other. And… we sorta got the cops called on us."

"Oh my g-god…"

"Would you mind—"

I pressed the 'off' button. My body shook so bad. I was terrified. When they said those things, I really hoped they didn't mean it! My match was in a forty-five minutes. I rushed out, grabbed my keys, and ran out to the parking lot.

I turned on my truck, and drove off.

"Those idiots!" I wiped tears away from my eyes.

About ten minutes later, I stopped in front of the county Jail. I rushed inside.

"Hi, I'm here to see Dave and John." I said in a desperate voice.

"Okay, ma'am, right this way." the man took me back to their cell.

I could hear their angry voices.

"This is all you're fault. You started it all!"

"Ugh! Bad enough I upset Dameon!"

I walked up to the door.

"Here you are, Miss." The man left back to the desk.

"Oh my god, Dameon! Are you okay?!" asked John as he ran up to the door.

"Why are you asking me?! You are the ones who are hurt!" I cried as I looked at their cuts and bruises. I looked over at Dave who had a huge slice on his chest.

"Dameon, I'm sor—"

"No, John, look… I'll go pay the bail and you guys can get out." I sighed as I walked away. I could still hear their voices.

"Way to go, moron."

"Hey, at least she went away. I think that other pervert was checking out her ass…"

"Hey," "can't blame him!"

The man let them out of their cell and they walked up to me.

"Let's go…" I said as we walked away.

After the car ride home, we went back to the WWE Hallway.

I hugged them both tight.

"You both mean so much to me… I would be terrified if anything happened to you guys…."

"D-Dameon, you're match is up next… You should go…" said Dave. I could tell he was a bit embarrassed.

"Okay, cya after the match! Love you guys!" I called behind me as I waved.

"I hope we didn't hurt Dame too bad…"

"She'll be fine. I know her like that."