Author: Alliegirl4life
Title: I've Lost My Smile, Part 20
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.
It was eleven o'clock in the morning when Bret opened his eyes. He couldn't believe he had slept in so late. Scanning the room, he noticed his brother walking passed him and asked, "Hey Owen, what are you doing?"
"Grabbing something to eat, why?" Owen said as he walked towards the kitchen area of the suite.
"Just wondering," Bret said as he struggled to sit up on the couch. Just then, he heard his cell phone ring. "What on earth?" Picking it up, he recognized the number as belonging to his good friend, Ned. "Hello?"
"Hey Bret, you got a moment?"
Bret looked around the living room before responding. "Yea, what's up?"
"It's about Shawn," Ned said. "Have you heard from him?"
Bret thought for a moment, "No, I haven't. Why?"
"Well, nobody's heard from him. His good buddy, Hunter, tried callin' his room twice this morning, and nothing came of it. The company is really worried about him, Bret. Even Vince is starting to ask questions." Vince is starting to ask questions? Bret asked himself. How can that be? I just had an argument with Shawn last night!
"Are you sure?"
"Yea man," Ned replied. "That's why I called you. Apparently, Vince and Hunter know you've been around Shawn or something?" Bret shook his head in disbelief. Who in the company didn't know about him and Shawn anymore?
Thinking of a response, Bret said, "Well, I have been in contact with him but I haven't heard from him since yesterday."
"Oh really? Did he say anything?"
"Not really. I am over at Owen's now."
"Okay," he heard Ned say. "Well, if you hear from him, will you let Vince know?" Bret watched his brother return to the suite's main room as he responded.
"Yea, sure. I'll do that. Thanks a lot." Then Bret closed his cell phone and pondered what his next move should be.
"Hunter tried callin' his room twice this morning and nothing came of it."
"The company is really worried about him…"
Bret continued to think in silence. He didn't want to believe what he had just heard, but he obviously had no other choice. Shawn hadn't been seen or heard from since he had argued with him the night before. If something happened to Shawn…
"Bret, what's the matter?" Hearing Owen's voice for the first time in several minutes, Bret snapped to attention to address him.
"Well, that was Ned on the phone. He says nobody from the company has heard from Shawn. Even Vince is starting to wonder."
"Isn't Vince supposed to meet Shawn tomorrow for Thursday's special edition of Raw?"
After thinking for a moment, Bret suddenly realized what had happened to Shawn. "Oh crap!"
"Oh crap, what?" Owen asked.
"Owen, I need to go back to the hotel."
"What, why?"
"Because if I know Shawn at all, then I know what's happened to him."
Twenty Minutes Later-
Bret's POV-
"Oh shit!" I mutter to myself as I speed down the highway at eighty miles-per-hour. Here I had been at Owen's hotel suite for an entire day while Shawn was probably overdosing in his freaking hotel room! How could I have been such a fool to leave him by himself? Racing down the highway (while hoping I don't get pulled over), I try to focus on the road ahead, but barely manage to as thoughts of Shawn continue to bombard my mind.
The first night we spent together, the things we did…I feel my heart begin to ache as I continue racing down the highway. How could I have been so foolish?
I shake my head as I glare at the street signs before me. Just a few more exits, and we're there! Ten minutes pass by as memories of Shawn continue to bombard my mind. The look he would give me as he told me that he loved me, the way his embrace felt as he held me close, GODDAMMIT! Why won't these memories leave me alone? As I see the exit ramp before me, I feel tears well up in my eyes. I still cannot believe that I feel this compelled to help Shawn Michaels, even after everything he's put me through. All the lies he's told…How could I even return to him?
As I attempt to answer my own question, I scan the hotel's parking lot from a distance, searching for a possible place to park. But to my dismay, there are no empty spaces in sight. "Dammit," I say as I grit my teeth in frustration.
"It's alright, Bro, we'll find him."
I shake my head, "No, we won't, Owen." I turn the car into the main lot and drive down a single lane of parking spaces, only to discover the same damned thing: there are no empty spaces available.
Panicked, I literally put the car into reverse and back it up towards the main entrance of the hotel. With my brother staring at me in awe, I manage to turn the car completely around and park it in front of the entrance. "Owen," I say while putting the car in park, "stay here. I will be right back!" As I climb out of the car, my brother grabs me on the shoulder and says:
"No, I'm coming with you."
I follow my brother into the hotel in earnest, hoping that I am not too late. Approaching the front desk, I ask the secretary, "May I have my room key back, please?"
She looks at me, puzzled, "Sir, you already signed out as of…"
"I know I signed out," I say, interrupting her. "But I really need it back. I need to check on something." I stand there for a few seconds, hoping that she will not ask too many questions. Finally, she reaches into her desk drawer and hands me the key for room 213. I smile, clinch the key with a tight fist and bolt up the staircase. I just hope that we get there in time…
Five minutes later, I reach the hotel room door and noticed that it is locked. What the hell? Caught off-guard by my sudden discovery, I slip my room key into the slot and hear the distinct click of the door opening. I brace myself, and open the door…
…Only to find the room completely empty. I turn on the lights, and low and behold, there is nobody on the bed; and the place looks maculate. My brother, Owen, enters the room stealthily to discover the same thing. What the hell is going on?
"I'll search the bathroom," Owen says as he walks towards the bathroom door. I continue to search the main room and am surprised to find that nothing is out of place. Even the flowers, which were once sprawled out across the floor, are now missing. They are gone. There is not a trace of evidence to suggest that Shawn and I had been in this room at any point. It is as if we had never used the room to begin with. "Uh, Bret," I hear Owen say as he exits the bathroom, "the bathroom is empty. Nobody's here."
"Then if Shawn is not here, then where the hell is he?" I ask. And just as I finish asking that question, I hear a strange knock on the door. Little do I know that I'm about to get my answer.
To Be Continued?
A/N: Thanks once again for everybody who reviewed so far. I greatly appreciate it. And if you wish to see this story continue, then all you have to do is let me know via a review. Thanks for reading once again!