Chapter Seven
"Alright, you asked for it…" Kevin wiped blood from his mouth. He hopped out of the ring, and got a sludge hammer. "Triple H won't mind if I borrow this."
Getting back in the ring, Kevin aimed for John. Just missing, John slid to the side.
"Listen dude. If you're not cool with me marrying Dameon…" John began. Kevin eagerly awaited his answer.
"Then… tough break." John said as he grabbed Kevin's arm, punching him in the face.
My blood red eyes got bigger. I had a bad… bad… feeling something horrible was going to happen…
I snapped back to reality when I heard screaming. John had Kevin in the STFU! Kevin was turned blue, then John let go. Kevin was breathing heavily, with his eyes closed and blood dripping out of his mouth. I felt amazed as I looked at Kevin, hell's guardian, down for the count. Medicals came out with a stretcher.
"Hey, forget about me?" asked Dave with a chair.
"Oh sh—" John was cut short with a blast to the head.
Why does all this have to happen to me?
Confused, depressed, and scared, I ran away from the ring. I couldn't take It anymore… I slammed the door shut to my locker room, and cradled my knees in my cold arms.
I always run away from my problems… It never helps… It only makes things worse. I hate it…
I really wanted to know how it was all going, so I flipped on the TV.
Dave was attacking John, making him bleed. I CAN'T TAKE THIS!!
I ran out of my locker room, not even shutting the door. Running down the hall, I screamed.
"ROXY! ROXY! ROOOOOOOXY!" I tripped in front of her door.
"Ow…"
Her door opened.
"Hi dork. Sup?" she asked casually. "Want a banana?"
"No! I like meat! You know that. ANYWAYS! Dave and John are killing each other, Kevin is in a stretcher… And I think I just got my period… Shit…" I talked fast.
"Okay… and you want me to do… what?" she asked.
"HELP ME, DAMMIT!" I screamed.
"'Kay." She handed me something wrapped in paper. "Here's a pad."
"You're friggin' killing me." I murmured.
"Go change it in the bathroom." pointed Roxy.
"Okay…"
I changed pads, then came back out to her living room.
"So… want a grape?" she asked.
"Fine… throw it!" I instructed.
She threw it, and I caught it in my mouth.
"SQUEEE!" squealed Roxy.
"What?" I asked.
She held out her hand. "Notice anything different?"
I stared at her hand.
"You painted you're nails?"
"No, retard." she pointed to her ring finger.
She had a beautiful gold ring, with a small, but pure diamond.
"KEITH PROPOSED!" she squealed with delight.
"SQUEEE!" I squealed in happiness.
"GIMME A HUG!"
"Okay, don't push it."
About a half hour later, I went back to my locker room. I have to admit, Roxy made me feel better. I slumped down on my bed. Looking over on my floor, I noticed something missing. MY FAVORITE BRA!!! I knew I should have locked my door. DAMMIT RANDY! I was stressed. John and Dave hate each other's guts, Kevin, one of my favorite brothers, was in a stretcher, and I GOT MY PERIOD! And Randy stole my favorite bra!! UGH!!
I heard knocking on my door. Practically dragging myself to the door, I opened it. It was GENT.
"Did you hit Dave?" I asked.
"Yup!"
"Oh my god, you retard."
"That's why you love me!"
"… Shut up…"
"Anyways, I wanted to know… wanna go out tonight?"
"Oh, okay. Like where?"
"You, me, Roxy, and Keith go to Carraba's." GENT grinned.
"Okay… Formal…? Casual…?"
"Casual… I can't wear a suit…"
"You're going to die when you marry Mickie."
"IF I MARRY MICKIE! I'm cheatin' on her! I'm so bad!!"
I slapped him across the face. "DUDE! Mickie is cool, though!"
I noticed someone come up behind GENT.
"Mickie is a horrible kisser, she has a weird fashion sense, and besides… Kelly-Kelly is hotter."
I drew my hands together as an X, and I put the finger across my throat.
"What's wrong? You want… to commit suicide??"
I uttered a low "ugh" and spun him around, showing… MICKIE!
"GENT! You—You—We're… THROUGH!" Mickie slapped him across the face.
Mickie stormed away, tears bubbling in her eyes.
"I think I just did something bad." GENT scratched his head.
"GEE?! WHAT GAVE YOU THAT IDEA?!"