She put the phone on the table and sighed.
"Shit!" she said loudly then covered her mouth.
She got up and looked around.
"Dad?" she said.
There was no answer. She saw a note laying on the couch.
Kayla,
Sweetie I'm at the arena preparing for the show when you wake up you can come here or just stay there and do whatever. By the way I made you an appointment and it's next week.
Love you,
Dad.
She folded it up and tossed it on the table next to the phone. She sighed and headed into the bathroom. She quickly undressed and jumped into the shower. She just stood there and let the hot water relax her. She saw a little shower radio mounted on the wall and turned it on.
I'm missing your bed
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots
where we'd have to speak
And this bottle of
beast is taking me home.
I'm cuddling close
to blankets and sheets
You're not alone
and you're not discreet.
You make sure I know
who's taking you home.
I'm reading your
note over again.
There is not a word
that I comprehend
except when you signed it
"I will love you always
and forever"
As for now I'm gonna
hear the saddest songs,
and sit alone and wonder
how you're making out
But as for me I wish that I was anywhere
With anyone
making out
I'm missing your laugh,
how did it break?
And when did your eyes
begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy
as your pretending.
I'm missing your bed,
I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots
where we'd have to sleep.
And this bottle of
Beast is taking me home.
Your hair
It's everywhere
Screaming infidelities
Taking it's wear
She sat there stunned. She quickly turned off the radio and washed her hair. She got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. She brushed her teeth and combed her hair. Then went in search of her bag. She found it under one of her dad's shirts by the bed. She pulled out a pair of baggy cargos and a HBK t-shirt. She grabbed the cell phone and her other stuff and went to put in into one of her many pockets but on the phone a light was blinking. She shoved the other stuff in her pocket and listened to the message.
"You have three new messages." A voice recording sounded
Hey Kayla it's me Brock. I miss you I haven't talked to you for awhile. Look next time you're here I want to see you or maybe I could come see you. Well I'll talk to you later. Love ya bye.
"Hey Darling I'm sorry about earlier. You know I'm just trying to protect you. I'll see you later and we'll talk more than. Bye."
"Kayla I'm sorry I shouldn't have acted that way. I want you to know I'll be there for you every step of the way and when the baby's born we'll deal with that ok? Call me bye."
She hung up the phone and wiped away the tears running down her face.
"I hate myself" she muttered and left.
When she got to the arena she was looking for an empty dressing room to just relax and think about shit. She opened the door and saw that the room was empty. She sat on the couch and cried. She was just calming down when she heard the phone ring.
"Hello?" she said shakily.
"Kayla are you alright?" Brock asked concerned.
"No" she whispered and broke down and sobbed.
He whispered soothing words to her and promised everything would be ok no matter what.
"I promise sweetie It will be ok no matter what I won't let anything bad happen to you." He said.
She stared hiccupping.
"Shh," Brock whispered.
"Sorry… Brock I'm so sorry." She whispered.
"Why all you did was cry?" he said.
"No Brock I lied to you." She said
"What when." He asked.
"I'm pregnant." She whispered so quietly she thought Brock didn't hear.
"It's ok Kayla we'll deal with it." He said.
"I don't know if it's yours." She said.
"I slept with someone else his name is Josh it was before I met you though I'm sorry." She said.
"I'm here for you Kayla, no matter what ok when the time comes we'll deal with it ok but right now just calm down it can't be good for you or the baby." He said.
"ok" She said and took a deep breath.
"I better get going before they send a search party for me." She said after awhile.
"Ok bye sweetie." Brock said.
"Bye" she said and hung up.
She took a deep breath and went into the bathroom to wash up. She came out of the bathroom and saw Shane in only boxers.
"Holy shit, sorry." She said.
"What are you doing in here?" He asked.
"I just came in here to make a call I didn't know anyone was in here." She said.
"Ok whatever." Shane said.
"Were you crying?"
"Yes." She responded heading towards the door.
"Oh no you don't." He said and grabbed her arm.
"What's wrong?" He asked and for the fourth time that day she cried broke down and told him the whole story.