Author: Alliegirl4life
Title: I've Lost My Smile
Disclaimers: I own nothing but the story idea itself.
Warnings: Slash, sexual situations, strong language and mentions of drug abuse. You have been warned.
Characters: Shawn Michaels and Bret Hart, among others.
Pairing: Shawn/Bret
Author Notes: Enjoy this story for what it is worth, or don't. The choice is yours. Also I want to take this time to thank my reviewers for sending me some great feedback (56 reviews? That's so awesome!). Thanks so much you guys and I hope this chapter does not disappoint. And thanks for being so patient with me when it comes to this story. I hope this chapter is worth the wait.
Owen Hart was sitting in his favorite suite chair, contemplating the events that had transpired no more than four hours before. He was still in complete disbelief over the conversation he had had with his brother, Bret, about Shawn. Why was his brother dealing with the Heartbreak Kid anyway? He thought Bret was finished dealing with that backstabber the moment Shawn won the title. But now he knew otherwise.
Feeling confused, Owen sat back and continued watching late night television until he heard a knock at the door. Glancing up at the clock on the wall before him, Owen rubbed his eyes as he stood up from his chair. It was three o'clock in the morning.
"Alright, I'm coming," Owen muttered under his breath. Upon opening the door, his eyes widened in shock because the man standing before him was none other than his brother, Bret. "Bret, what are you doing here at three in the morning?"
"I'm sorry for waking you up, Owen," Bret said in a hushed tone. "But can I come in?" Owen looked at him for a few moments before responding.
"Sure," Owen said quickly. "Come on in, and don't worry, you didn't wake me up." With a single motion, Owen held open the door and allowed his brother to enter the large, quiet suite house. "Seriously Bret, what are you doing here?"
"Shawn and I got into an argument, Owen," said Bret. "I'm done with him." Owen looked at his brother and thought for a moment.
"Wait, what do you mean you're done with him? Bret, what is going on?"
"I don't know," Bret uttered as he sat down upon the small couch adjacent to Owen's favorite suite chair. "It's a long story…"
"Well, I'm willing to listen, Bret," said Owen. "Just tell me what's been going on. Where have you been?"
"Where have I been?" Bret asked.
"Yea," Owen replied. "Nobody else knows where you've been for the past several days."
Bret sighed, "Owen, I've been in the hotel room with Shawn for the past week."
Upon hearing this, all Owen could do was ask the following question: "You mean to tell me that you've been with Shawn this entire time? Bret, you don't mean to tell me that you…And Shawn…?" One glance at his brother, and Owen instantly knew the answer to his potential question. "Oh boy."
Bret's POV-
Yea, 'Oh boy,' is right. I don't know what to think of my situation anymore. I get stuck with Shawn, end up sleeping with him, and now I have no choice but to tell my brother about the whole thing because I have nobody else to turn to.
I look at my brother and hope to god that he won't utter a word of what I'm about to say to anybody else in the WWF locker room. "Owen, there something I think I should tell you…" With that, I describe every detail of my ordeal with Shawn Michaels.
Owen's POV-
Oh my god! Bret has been sleeping with Shawn for more than a week! Looking at my brother, I can only nod my head and listen as he tells me everything that has been going on…From Shawn lying to him about Hunter to Shawn's injury; he recounts every single detail of his situation.
"Bret," I manage to say while still in disbelief. "You can't be serious? You've been sleeping with Shawn Michaels? The Heartbreak Kid? Bro, what has gotten into you?" After asking my questions, I patiently wait for him to respond, which he does a few moments later.
"Owen, I know it sounds bad, but it's true. I don't know what came over me," I hear him say as he shakes his head. "He just… kissed me, and it went downhill from there. I'm sorry, but it happened. And now I don't know what to do."
I casually sit beside him on the couch and place my hand upon his shoulder to comfort him. "Bret, what do you mean?" I think for a long moment before adding, "Bro, are you…In love with him?" With one nod of his head, I know the answer. Oh my god.
"Owen, you have to understand," Bret says to me. "I never wanted this to happen, but for whatever reason, it did. I slept with him, and now I don't know what to think. I can't stop thinking about him, Owen. No matter how hard I try, I just can't stop."
Looking around the room, I suddenly notice something missing. "Bret, you said you've been with Shawn for an entire week, right?"
"Yea," he says. "What about it?"
"Where are your belongings?" I see him scan the floor and shake his head once again.
Sighing, Bret says to me, "I left them outside in the parking lot as I hurriedly made my way up here. I'll go get them." Just as he is about to stand up, I grip his shoulder tightly to stop him in his tracks.
"No," I say. "Don't worry about it, I'll go get them." Without missing a beat, I stand up, slip on my shoes and head outside to fetch my brother's duffel bags. This is going to be a long night.
Meanwhile, Shawn was sitting in the hotel room, anxiously staring the digital clock upon the nightstand. Although it was three o'clock in the morning, he still couldn't sleep. Hell, he couldn't even eat. His mind was too occupied with thoughts of Bret. How they got together, what they had been through, and finally, what had caused them to split up. The thought of Bret not coming back tore Shawn up inside. He still couldn't believe that Hunter's plan had been successful. After all, why would Hunter have told him to play with Bret's emotions in the first place? To Shawn, the answer was all too obvious.
Hunter had wanted him to win the title so he could win the title for himself later on. Realizing this for the first time, Shawn glared at the clock in contempt. Time was against him, wasn't it? His career was about to end, his quick relationship with Bret was over, and even worse, Hunter had managed to manipulate him within a two week time frame.
What had he done to deserve all of this within such a short period of time? Thinking to himself, Shawn grabbed his newly purchased pill bottle and contemplated doing the unthinkable. If he was to overdose, who the hell would miss him? After all, he was just the "slut" of the business, the one who everybody stepped on for their own personal gain. And there was no point in living if all he was going to do was retire from wrestling because of a senseless injury. So, why the hell even bother staying alive? Maybe the world, and Bret Hart, would be better off without him.
With tears in his eyes, he pried open the bottle with his hands and looked at its contents. With just enough pills, he would be able to pass out and slip away quietly without anybody noticing. Tossing back his head, Shawn raised the pill bottle to his lips and closed his eyes. He was about to leave his miserable life behind once and for all.
To Be Continued?
Author's Note: Thanks so much once again for reading my story. I hope you've enjoyed it so far. Don't forget to review and hopefully I will be able to post the rest of the story shortly.