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Crying my eyes out, the situation completely overwhelming me I felt like it was just so hopeless. Suddenly hearing footsteps, I stopped crying but still sniffling I looked up through my watery eyes. The fiery red head man stood in front of me, looking up at him I thought he must be at least six foot four but then hearing him speak.
"Are you alright, lass" a thick Dublin accent echoed through the stair well.
Sniffling I pulled myself from the floor, noticing the look of concern on his handsome face I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Am fine, thanks" I mumbled looking at the floor embarrassed.
Feeling a large hand on my shoulder, I looked up only to be met by his amazing blue orbs. Gazing into his eyes for a few moments, I looked back down feeling a blush start to heat my face.
"Are you sure lass, am a good listener" he drawled, offering me a small smile as I looked back up at him.
"I'm sure, thanks" taking in his features, fiery red facial hair and pale skin. I began to wonder if it was as smooth and soft as it looked before shaking away those thoughts.
Giving him a small smile "I have to go, sorry" not really wanting to leave but knowing I had to.
I started moving up the stairs and stop half way, looking back at him. Seeing him run his finger through his hair, smiling at me I wanted to melt but sending a small smile back I continued on up the stairs. I couldn't stop myself thinking about the man that I just met, wondering what a Dublin lad was doing so far from home.
As I reached the sixth floor I tried to push the thoughts of the man out of my head, concentrating on how to tell Anthony I wasn't coming home with him but deciding to be as honest as possible.
Hoping my eyes weren't puffy or red from crying, I knocked on Anthony's door. Hearing someone moving inside the room before the door swung open, Anthony looked at me; tears falling from his eyes as he turned walking back into the room.
Walking into the room "what's wrong? Is your dad ok?" worry quickly consuming me
"Yeah I was just talking to me ma and she broke down, I just wish I could be there for her." sinking down on the end of his bed and burying his face in his hands.
Moving across the room, I sat next to him and pulled him into a hug; squeezing him tightly before pulling back "Paul is arranging for you to go home today, so don't worry you'll be with your ma soon".
"You're not coming with me?" his voice raised slightly and shock etched on his face.
Looking down at the floor "no, I'm going to stay and finish training" I couldn't look into his face and lie "you were right, this is a good opportunity and I need to see this through".
"Are you sure, I'm not going to force you to stay" kneeling in front of me, finger going under my chin forcing me to look into his face.
Nodding my head "you better get packed and ready to leave Paul should be here soon with your travelled information" trying to change the subject, I didn't know what Brock would be capable off and didn't want to find out.
Hearing someone enter the room, we both looked to the door to see Paul followed by Brock.
Watching Anthony quickly get to his feet and moving towards Paul. "Did you manage to get me on a flight today?" stopping in front of Paul.
"Yes we have to leave now or you will miss it. Are you ready to go?" scanning the room until his gaze fell on the case sitting on top of the bed.
"Yeah I'm ready to go" turning and grabbing the case and started to walk towards the door.
I watched him walking towards the door before he suddenly stopped, turning around he quickly crossed the room and pulling me into an embrace.
"Just ring me if you need me" he whispered in my ear before kissing me on the cheek then loudly saying "bye Aoife".
Watching him leave, I could feel my chest tightening knowing that I was truly alone now with no one to protect me; my gaze fell on Brock. His body filling the doorway, an evil smirk crossed his lips before he turned and walked away; a sigh of relief left me as buried my face in my hands muttering to myself what am I going to do now?
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Standing in front of Brock, sweat was running down my face; my breathing was laboured. Leaning forward and placing my hands on my thighs, I tried to steady my breathing but stood back up straight when i sense someone close to me.
Feeling hot breathe on my ear "you need to be able to go longer than that" Brock stated in a whisper.
I turned glaring at him "I just gave you all i had for 45 minutes" I bite back.
"Well it looks like that's something for you to work on and go do your cool down" a smug smirk on his face as he walked away.
Walking over to the treadmill I was fuming, how dare he. "Gobshite" I muttered to myself, setting the treadmill to do a 200m sprint to cool down. Putting in my ear buds, I hit play on my iPod; starting to sprint as Kelly Clarkson breakaway played in my ears. Smiling at the lyrics, I knew how it felt to want to get away; my gaze falling on the brute lifting weights.
Finally getting of the treadmill I walked over to the benches that covered the far wall of the gym. Grabbing my towel from my bag, I started wiping myself of the dampness. Sinking onto the bench, bottle of water in hand; I couldn't believe how hard he had pushed me. Four kata's to loosen up, 20 minutes of light bag work and 20 minutes of heavy bag work but the hardest part forty five minutes practice fighting with Brock. I had given everything I had, remembering the feelings running through my mind at the time, I wanted to hurt him and he had just laughed. Each blow I had landed, he acted like he had just been hit with a pillow.
Snatching up my bag I walked out of the gym, making my way through the lobby music still playing in my ears. Pushing the button for the lift, tapping my foot lightly to the music but suddenly stopping when the doors. Stepping into the lift, I stood face to chest of the red head Dubliner from yesterday.
Pulling the ears out, I smile up at him "hey" going to push the button for my floor but it was already glowing.
"How are you today lass?" he drawled, smiling down at me.
"Better thanks but I think I should apologise for yesterday. I didn't expect anyone to be using the stairs" heat filling my face at the memory
"No need for apologisin lass, I'm Stephen." holding his hand out for me.
Taking his hand and firmly shaking it "Aoife nice to meet ya".
"So what is nice irish lass doing so far from home?" a quizzical look on his face.
Smiling at him as the doors opened, we stepped out turning to look at him "it's a long story lad, maybe for another time. Ah see ya around" leaving him standing there.
Smiling to myself as I crossed the suite to my room, kicking the door shut; walking into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I began to remove my sweaty workout clothes; stepping under the hot water. Smiling at the water easing my muscles, my thoughts drifted back to the Dublin man "Stephen" I said to myself. After a few seconds the smile slipped from my face, knowing I probably wouldn't see him after we left for the next destination tomorrow. Sighing I continued to soak my muscles before soaping my body and hair, reaching for a towel I heard my phone start to ring. Knowing it was Anthony with an update on his dad, I quickly got out of the shower; wrapping myself in a towel before hurrying to answer the call.
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Later that evening, sitting in brock's locker room I was watching the show; Brock and Paul were talking about his upcoming promo. Turning my attention back to the T.V, a match between Del Rio and Swagger; this being my first time watching wrestling I had to admit I was enjoying it. My thoughts on the match were soon broke be paul.
"brock has his promo, stay here" paul called as he left the room.
I sighed; it started to annoy me how they kept telling me what to do, hearing a song I moved my eyes back to the T.V.
Its a shame they, lost their head
A careless man could wind up dead
You wear you're sin like some kinda prize
Too many lie, too many lies
Oh, oh these words are true, and I'll make you believe
Yeah, ye' fight for air and struggle just to breathe
And you wear your cowardice well and I will see you ride it straight to hell
My mouth drop open seeing Stephen walk out, banging his chest; walking down the ramp shaking hands with fans before climbing into the ring. Listening intently as he started to talk about how he loved to fight, music began to play on the titantron and Brock Lesner stepped through the curtain. My heart dropped to my stomach watching Brock and Paul walk slowly to the ring. Silently repeating to myself "get out of there Stephen" but I could only watch in horror as Brock climbed into the ring, they started to trade punches before Brock got control of Stephen. Watching as Brock hoisted Stephen on to his shoulders, performing a F5; Stephen met the mat with such force. My hands flew to my mouth as I watched him go for a second F5, shouting at the T.V "Jesus Christ stop before yeh kill em".
Seeing Brock leave the ring, Paul laughing and slapping his back; I sat back in the couch disgusted at what I had just witnessed. I was a fighter but Brock seemed to enjoy hurting people more than any fighter should, jumping at the sound of metal door hitting the wall; standing up I spun around coming face to face with Brock.
"Get out" he growled
The look in his eyes terrifying me slowly I began moving around him, I didn't want to provoke him; looking at Paul I could see the concern on his face. He was motioning for me to come quickly, once within reached he grabbed my wrist pulling me from the room; closing the door behind him.
"Go take a walk, I need to calm him down" signalling for me to move down the corridor.
Walking down the corridor I could still feel my weak legs trembling as I moved, my eyes set on the floor; thinking about the look in brocks eyes as I turned the corner. I walked straight into something hard and before I could register anything I hit the floor hard, crying out from the pain. It was then I noticed I had walked straight into an oncoming Stephen.
"Oh meh god, are you alright lass. Am so sorry" a hand coming down to help me from the floor.
Grabbing his hand and shaking my head "it was my fault I wasn't looking" looking back at the floor, suddenly feeling ashamed for what Brock had done him.
Feeling his finger go under my chin, he tilted my head back so I was looking into his face; I could see his eyes studying me.
"Sorry" I mumbled trying not to look into his eyes.
"For what, lass" confusion moving across his beautiful features
"For what Brock did, I seen it on the T.V in the locker room" feeling his suddenly move away from me.
"I don't need his girlfriend to apologise to meh" a disgusted look on his face before he went to moved around me.
Grabbing his arm quickly, watching him stop and turn back to me. "im not his girlfriend, he is an animal" I blurted out before even thinking.
An amused smirk crossed his face, moving towards I couldn't help but move back, suddenly feeling a wall against my back. He placed a large arm on the wall either side of me, leaning down his face was only inches away from mine.
Closing the distanced my body started to react to the closeness as I closed my eyes, then feeling his hot breathe on my ear.
Whispering gently in my ear "Well if that's true lass. You need to be careful"
Opening my eyes, I could see him walking away down the corridor; standing there trying to control my breathing. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck and felt like I was being watched, quickly looking around not finding anyone; shaking off the feeling I started back to the locker room.
LITTLE DID I KNOW THAT BROCK, HAD JUST WITNESSED THE WHOLE SCENE!
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