Before you start reading just want to give a shout out to DeeMarie426 for pointing out my misspelling of SALOMON CROWE's name. Haha, oops! Seriously wasn't my fault, I spelled his name correctly, but the my auto correct changed it. Now onto the story. REVIEW AT THE END!3
Chapter Six
After my brother and I talked yesterday, the rest of the day seemed to fall into place. Jon took all of us out to dinner at a low key restaurant, who knew being a wrestler came with advantages. Apparently Jon had pulled some strings with the manager, and was able to have the place closed down for two hours while we all had lunch, it was nice. I got to know Roman and Seth, and his girlfriend. Katy seemed nice to say the least. Maybe it was just the fact that we grew up so differently, but Katy wasn't exactly the type of person I would hang out with. Katy was tall and curvy in all the right places, she had big fake breasts, fake nails, and bottle blonde hair. Her lips were full and red, her legs were long, and if she dressed the way she did last night every night, it was no wonder why Seth was with her. She was every guys dream, not to mention her big honey brown eyes could draw any man into her trap. Somehow deep down I felt incredibly envious of her, I wanted what she had. I wanted to look good, and draw guys attention.
Sam had caught me staring at Katy through lunch, and asked if I wanted to talk about it. Honestly I didn't know what was going through my head. I hardly knew this girl. She didn't seem mean, or spiteful, she seemed to love Seth, and Seth seemed head over heels in love with her.
We were all getting ready to leave when there was loud banging on the door. Seth got up to answer it, "Can I help you?" Seth asked in an awkward voice. "Nikki…." I knew exactly who it was when I heard the voice. Alex stood in the doorway, I could tell he was trashed. I wrapped my arm around his waist helping him to stand up, as I lead him into the room, and made him sit on one of the beds. "Why are there so many people in here?" Alex asked. "It's ok Alex, just lay down." I said, sitting next to him on the bed.
"Who the hell is that?" My brother asked.
"He's a friend." I said, not really wanting to talk about it anymore.
"He's fucked up. Is he the one that got you to drink?" Jon asked, his voice had changed, and his eyes were dangerous. It had been years since I've seen my brother, however this was the very first time I had ever seen his temper. He was always calm, and collected, when had this change happened? "Jon stop it. He had nothing to do with anything, and I'm fine so don't worry." His eyes were still on fire, and it honestly terrified me.
We left Alex to sleep off whatever was in his system, I could feel my brothers eyes on me. I knew he had questions, but I wasn't ready to discuss them. As far as I was concerned there was nothing wrong with me, I was perfectly fine.
The car ride was exceedingly awkward, there was so many things running through my head. I knew coming from a family, or lack there of, would cause mental problems, being on the streets you look for ways to cope with those problems, I knew it because I was there. I wanted the best for my sister, and I could provide her that now. I promised her I would be there for her, now here I was, and all I could feel was anger, and I wasn't sure why, or where it came from. I couldn't tell you if I was angry at Nikki, or that guy that stumbled into the hotel looking for her. The one thing that I was sure of, was I was pissed at our mother, for the way she treated us. I was pissed at the carelessness, pissed because I had to grow up fast, pissed because she didn't care. The list could go on and on, but what good would that do? I reached over to the car radio, and cranked it up as loud as my ears would allow, I didn't care about the pain the sudden loud noise caused, or the looks that I got from my team mates, or my sister and her friends. I just wanted to drown in something, and the loud, and heavy beats that surged through the speakers would have to do. Master of Puppets by Metallica was playing, how convenient, I thought.
Roman reached over and turned the music down, and I could hear everyone breathing a sigh of relief. "Hey man, we all love Metallica, but there is no need to make us all deaf over it." He was right, and I knew that, however I wasn't in the mood to admit it, and I definitely wasn't in the mood for his remarks, or anyone else. "Pull over." I demanded. "What?" Roman asked, briefly taking his eyes off the road to look at me. "Pull the damn car over, now!" I yelled the last part, so he got it. Roman pulled over, and before the car came to a full stop, and jumped out, and walked off.
Hey guys, I'm sooooo sorry its taken a me a little longer to post. I just got back from taking care of some family stuff, so here is a short update. Cliffhanger, I suppose?! Let me know what you think. Working on the next chapter. Will be starting a new story, so I will post again in about two weeks. Love you all for the support 3