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Chapter 7: God No!
"Oh no, oh no oh no oh NO!" Mickie screamed at the magazine. "This can't be happening, they got it so wrong! Oh my gosh oh my gosh!" Mickie shouted. She sat down and threw the magazine on the floor. She poured herself some wine and drank it all in one go. There was a knock at the door.
"As long as you aren't Chris or John you can come in," Mickie said. Candice walked in and slammed the door despite Natalya trying to walk in.
"OK, first you get Chris to cheat on me and now you are doing it even MORE! What is your problem? What have I EVER done to you to deserve this!" Candice screamed. Mickie was tired of going over the same routine: Candice gets angry - Mickie gets too scared to say anything - Candice leaves.
"OK, I am tired of you coming in here whenever you like and screaming in my face. Let me lay down my law, I decide who comes in and if you are just going to waste your time shouting, you shouldn't waste your breath!" Mickie shouted. Candice opened her mouth to say something but Mickie continued.
"I am not continuing this 'affair' with Chris ok?! I simply invited him for some coffee as friends, we talked we laughed and we left! That's what happened! Don't listen to those paparazzi people! I'm the one involved in it and I'M the one who knows the truth. You wasn't there so you have NO right to come in here and try to live MY life! So listen I'll go over it again, NOTHING HAPPENED! That's why I wasn't at the show, and if I was all you would do is say things about me!" Mickie screamed.
Candice had a tear in her eye, nobody had ever talked to her like that before. "Well, if that's what happened then I have no business her but make sure it doesn't happen again," Candice said softly. "Trust me, it won't, and one more thing Candice, GET OUT!" Mickie shouted. Candice simply nodded and walked out of Mickie's house.
Natalya walked in. "Wow, you got really angry," Natalya said a little bit scared of what Mickie was going to do. "Natalya I haven't seen you for days! What's going on? Anything you need to tell me? Preferable about your 'men - spree'!" Mickie winked, she knew Natalya was looking for a new guy. "I think I've found him, you see, I kind of slept with him the other night," Natalya had her shy look on her face.
"Oh, that's great!" Mickie smiled. "Look the problem is it's some guy that was recently in a broken relationship and -" John walked in at that moment.
"Just like him to keep the key," Mickie sighed. "Excuse me," she said and walked over to john. "If you are asking about the magazine go and ask Candice what I said because I'm not wasting my breath again! Plus, I have company!" Mickie pointed to Natalya. 'Oh god' John thought to himself.
"What magazine?" John asked, he had no idea. "Ugh, you're so behind, it's over there, on the floor," John walked over to it. He kneeled down and read the article. "You slut," he said when he was finished reading it. Mickie went red with anger.
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS CONVERSATION!" Mickie shouted. "WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TRUST? THEM OR ME?!" Mickie shouted. "In all honesty, I trust them, I trusted you enough times and look where I am now!" John said. Mickie put her head in her hands.
"If this is a bad time I'll go!" Natalya said and got up. Mickie stopped her. "I need someone to act as a witness to why I am going to kill this man standing right in front of me!" Mickie charged towards John but Natalya held her back. "Just get out John!" Mickie shouted and John left but he grabbed Natalya's arm on the way out and left with her. "What the hell?" Mickie asked herself.
Chris sat in the silence, looking at that magazine, staring in fact. He wished he could build a time machine and stop it all from happening. His phone rang and he looked at the number. It was his mum. He picked it up.
"Hi mum…how did you get WWE magazine…where did dad get it?…He did WHAT?…Was you guys listening when I said DON'T interact with the WWE?…No I don't love her…that part of my live is over with a capital O…yes I did go out with her…I'm not now…she's got her own…I can talk about her however I want…alright…bye mum…love you too…bye,"
Chris hated it when his parents would walk into his WWE life, he got fired anyway. Chris got his coat and walked out with the magazine in his hand.
He walked out in the cold. He walked into a shed that was near where he lived, people could do whatever they wanted in there. He got some matches and walked back outside. He started the fire. It was so close to his face, burning up all the tension. He dropped the magazine in and walked away. Letting the magazine melt away.