Chapter Four
I held my head in pain, again.
"Dameon, what's wrong?" asked John.
"J-just a little headache." I answered.
John held me close to him.
"I'm sorry about all of this." his sweet voice soothed.
"It's okay… I should be used to this kind of stuff." I murmured.
I felt a slight chill run up my spine. Oh yeah… the match…
"We better be getting out to the ring. The match will start soon." John said.
John's music blared through the place, and I walked over to the announcer's table. I had to sit there and watch the match with J.R. and King.
"Ah, here's the lovely little lady, now." J.R. said as he greeted me.
"Hi, guys." I greeted them as I sat down.
"Dameon, you have to tell me, how did you go from just going out with John, to sex?" asked King.
"GENT told you?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Honestly… I don't know… I just felt… ready…" I answered.
Batista came out, looking angry. I was getting ready to panic. I didn't want him destroying John… or John destroying him…
After Dave got in the ring, they started attacking each other.
"How do you feel about Dave and John fighting over you?" asked King.
"Actually, a little scared. I really don't want them to get injured…" I said a little off.
I looked up at the ring, and Dave was already bleeding. John had a barbwire bat, ready to hit him. Blood was all over the ring. Another hit and Dave would surely be done for. I couldn't take it anymore! I took off my headphones, and ran into the ring. John was already bringing down the bat! I lifted my arm, the barbwire colliding heavily with my arm. Blood dripped out from my arm and leaked onto the mat. John dropped the bat, realizing what he had just done. He had a terrified look on his face.
Tears streamed down my face.
"Please… stop fighting… I can't take it anymore…" I whispered under my breath.
John had a disdainful look.
"Dameon… I'm sorry… I can't stop this fight… I love you, and I will prove it. I can't stand how Dave is always flirting with you. I—I need to finish him here and now…" John pulled out his knife from his pocket.
Dave slowly started to raise his head, looking at me defending him.
"Alright… you can finish him." I stood up, and moved.
"Dameon… if this is how I'm truly going… I love you." Dave smiled weakly.
John lifted his knife, and dragged it down.
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Holding my arm above my face, I smiled and turned to Dave.
"I wouldn't let anybody kill you…"
John's mouth dropped in devastation. "D-Dameon!"
Blood dripped out of my chest. I felt dizzy, like I was falling. Slowly, I fell down. Unconscious… But I could still hear the voices.
"Dameon!"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!"
"She was shielding you! You stabbed her in the chest!"
"We gotta get her out of here! She could die!"
XxX
I opened my eyes a little. I looked around the room. I saw to people by my bedside. I didn't open my eyes all the way. They were talking in depressing voices.
"I can't believe I did this…"
"It's all because of our rivalry…"
"But our rivalry is because of her… We love her to death…"
"She keeps saying, 'Stop fighting! I can't take it!', but why don't we ever listen to her…?"
"I don't know… I just… I love her, I don't want her to die…"
I heard soft crying.
"T-this… i-is my fault… We need to try to be nicer to each other… So Dameon will b-be happy…" It was Dave's voice.
I opened my eyes slowly.
"It… It's hard to b-breathe…" I grunted in pain as I sat up.
"D-Dameon?" asked John.
"Dameon?" asked Dave as he looked up.
"J-John? D-Dave?" I asked sadly.
"What is it?" they said in unison.
"Please… stop fighting… for me…" I whispered. "I feel horrible… like I'm dying… It's hard to breathe… I'm stiff… and numb… Please… just… be kind to each other…" I closed my eyes.
"No… don't die… Don't die… Please!" John cried.
"We'll be nice to each other… but… we need you to live to see…" Dave cried.
I opened my eyes weakly. "I… won't… ever… leave… you guys…" I closed my eyes, and soundly fell asleep.
"Goodnight… we love you…"