Characters in this chapter: Shawn, Rebecca, Christian
Notes: I guess I haven't gotten myself too into this story and kind of dragged this on too much for my own good, but I assure you, this story WILL be done.
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Too Much To Handle
At the same moment that Shawn landed in San Antonio, Rebecca started pacing the living room floor, nervous, upset, and even confused. Christian had been telling her all these things about Shawn, and what he's been saying is mixing in Rebecca's mind with what she actually believes. Is he really that bad of a person? Is he who Rebecca thought he was? If not, what had happened? Rebecca sighed, she had absolutely no one to talk to at the moment. Christian wasn't home, but why would she vent to him? And she wouldn't even THINK about going to therapy. Even though it might be some help, she didnt want it. She wasn't going to just go to a therapist, tell the therapist all of her problems, and then just wait for the 'just for now' solution. The situation she was in was, in her mind, like a 'Catch-22'. A situation in which a desired outcome or solution is impossible to attain. Although that was how she saw it in her head, she really did want to sort this problem out. She didn't notice that just solving her 'problem', might just make things worse. Basically, she was stuck.
If she wanted to stop her depression, she'd have to get Shawn out of his depression. If she stopped Shawn's depression, it would lead to Christian being upset. And if Christian was upset, Becky would be upset. AGAIN. Rebecca sat down on the couch and tried to think this out. As far as she knew, Shawn was still in New York hurt and Christian was just going to the store. She was atleast half right. She stayed in the same spot on the couch for about a half an hour, and yet, she still hasn't come up with a plan to make things any better. As long as what she came up with wouldn't turn out to be a complete fiasco, she was good to go. Suddenly, the door swung open and Shawn walked through the door without his crutches. He decided that if he wanted things to go his way, he'd have to fight through the pain and stick it out. Even though he didn't seem completely dressed up, it was still enough to shock Rebecca. "Listen, I'm really, truly sorry for what I've done and I really want you to forgive me, especially for just walking in like this, but if you and the kids would just give me another chance I swear I'll do whats ri---" Shawn tilted his head "...Becky?"
Rebecca was in a complete state of shock, just staring at Shawn with the same expression on her face as when he first came in. "...Rebecca? Hello?" Shawn sat down in front of her on a foldable chair, thinking she was just ignoring him. "Come on, I'm really sorry. Please answer me?" Shawn waved his hand in front of her face. Rebecca soon snapped out of it, but still kept staring. "Shawn, how are you walking right now? How are you even here?" Rebecca looks at him, still with the same expression on her face. "I got them to let me out of the hospital early. And I didn't want you to see me with crutches or anything, so I tried to hold in the pain from my knee. Did you hear my apology?" Shawn stretched his knee out a bit. "Yeah, I did. I...don't know whether to accept it or not right now." Rebecca pulled her hair back and sighed once more. "What do you mean, 'you dont know'? You don't know whether to accept my apology or not?" Shawn started to look really nervous. "If I forgive you, that will make me happy and will make Christian mad. If I help Christian be happy again, you'll get mad. If I do neither, than I'm in the same exact place I'm in now!"
Rebecca slaps her forehead, obviously confusing Shawn "Did you understand a word I just said?". Shawn slowly shook his head and got up. "Well, since its so obvious that you won't forgive me, I'm just going to try to get a flight to Conneticut. See ya, Rebecca." Shawn started towards the door. "Shawn, stop it." Rebecca crossed her arms. "No, I won't. I've been wanting you back for EVER--" Shawn's sentence was quickly brought to a halt as the door flung open once again, hitting Shawn right in the nose. "Babe, I'm back!" Christian walked in and saw Shawn. "What the hell is he doing here?" Christian looked at Becky, who was quick to get up and sit Shawn down to check to see if his nose was broken. "Christian, he came to apologize, he's not the way you thought he was." Becky kept checking out Shawn's nose. "You know what, since its considered assault OUTSIDE of the ring, why don't I kick your ass INSIDE the ring, Shawn?" Christian smirked, really wanting to get a hold of Shawn. "Christian, this has nothing to do with wrestling." Becky looked over as Shawn assured her that he was okay. "Everything has to do with wrestling nowadays, including this."
Shawn stood up. "Christian, all I did was fly down here to talk to Rebecca and apologize to her and the kids, hoping to get a second chance and all that jazz, I didn't come here to waste my time with you." Shawn puts his hands on his hips. "Second chance? I'm with her now, now you don't even have a chance at all." Christian grabbed Becky and hugged her for a moment, with Becky doing nothing about it. "...You know what, fine. You want a wrestling match for our personal issues? Fine." Shawn looked at Rebecca, upset. Christian was the first to take the opportunity to get a cheap shot, as he kicked Shawn's knee as hard as he can. "Christian!" Rebecca pushed Christian lightly and tried to help Shawn back to his feet from getting kicked in the knee. All that was running through her head were the outcomes of that match.