Chapter 7 – The Enemy Of My Twin Is My Enemy

Over the next two weeks, Amaya did a lot of thinking about what Roman and Seth said and proposed to her. In the two week time frame she didn't treat them any differently than she did every other day.

Amaya sat at the table in their hotel suite with Zaria as she showed her how to use the Blackberry the WWE had given her as a work phone. Zaria was highly intelligent and was smart as a whip when it came to the laptop they gave her. She honestly didn't need to be taught much.

Amaya's Blackberry was her personal phone so she taught Zaria all the tricks for the phone/mini-computer. She looked up as her boys walked through the door from their time at the gym and smiled. "Get shower and cleaned up; you guys have a signing in 2 hours." She watched as they all disappeared into their rooms.

Zaria had taken to rooming with Amaya and the guys because her brother was making her crazy in the rental, on the plane and in their hotel rooms. The guys didn't mind having another girl around either, they made sure the suite had 5 private rooms and for the smaller hotel suites at least four rooms and one with two queen sized beds for the girls. They didn't mind sharing a room because they enjoyed each other's company so much and had so much fun making fun of the guys together.

Amaya could see Dean and Zaria bumping heads a lot, but so far it hadn't really gone too far. She was waiting for it though. Dean loved to antagonize Zaria and she loved to fight back. She wasn't sure why they didn't just date or fuck and get it over with. The sexual tension between them was uncanny.

Amaya watched as the Roman and Seth slowly started to emerge from their rooms as Zaria went out to the balcony to read a book and enjoy the morning fresh air. Her cell phone started ringing again as she looked down at it; frowned deeply as she hit the send button and answered it. "Hey George, what's up?" She walked out the door and stepped into the hallway of the hotel making sure to grab her key card as she went.

Seth looked at Roman. "Why is it she only frowns when 'George' calls her?"

Roman shook his head. "I'm not sure what that's all about. As much as we both want to demand what's going on; it's none of our business." He watched as Seth nodded in agreement.

Zaria walked out on the balcony where Dean smoked, sitting in the nearby chair. She set her coffee down on the table with a book in hand and opened it, beginning to read. That was until Dean plucked it from her hand and tossed it over the edge, a snarl escaping her. He was purposely baiting her, but Zaria wouldn't fall for it and instead sipped her coffee while checking her phone. Bryan texted her asking to have a late breakfast and she smiled, responding with a firm 'YES'. Any excuse to get the hell away from this psycho was fine with her. She told him to text her when he was ready to leave and slipped her phone in her pocket, refusing to let Ambrose chuck that too. Then she spotted the pack of smokes on the table and, as soon as Dean turned his head, she chucked them right over the balcony before heading back inside, slamming the door shut behind her.

Dean stared at the white and red box as it floated down 6 floors to the street below and closed his eyes as a taxi ran it over. He was going to have to breathe for a minute. The only thing that kept him calm during signing appearances was the fact that he could take a smoke break. He knew it was close to 1 and they wouldn't have enough time to stop and get another pack. He supposed he had that coming. He shouldn't have thrown her book. He shook his head as he walked back into the hotel suite.

Amaya walked back into the suite as she tried to keep her emotions under control and breathed deeply. "Yea I love you guys too and I'll see you real soon. Yea, I promise. Bye." She hung up her phone and could see Dean looking like he was going to explode. "Dean what is it?"

"You're friend threw my cigarettes off the balcony. Not that I didn't have it coming but I need my smokes when we go to these signings." He couldn't help chuckling when the guys asked him why. "Nope it was my own fault."

Amaya laughed as she patted his shoulder. "Don't worry Dean. I gotcha covered." She walked into the kitchen and in the cupboard she had a carton of Dean's cigarettes for just this time. She opened the end and tossed his a pack. He nodded when he caught them. "Okay guys c'mon, it's time to go."

"By the way, you owe me a new book, asshole." Zaria stated heatedly, watching as Amaya raised a brow and folded her arms in front of her chest. "Oh he didn't tell you? Allow me to enlighten you then. He took my book because I wasn't paying attention to his dumbass and tossed it over the damn railing. So I took his smokes and tossed them. And if he's not careful, I'll DRENCH every last fucking cigarette in that cabinet while you guys are gone. This isn't just your room; this is everyone's. Have a nice day." Snorting, Zaria stalked past all of them and slammed the door shut behind her, going to meet her brother for a late breakfast.

Roman could see something flash in Amaya's eyes as she stared at Dean in almost disbelief, swallowing hard. "We'll replace it." He muttered, holding his hand up before Amaya could start ranting and stood in front of Dean. "Tell me what book you tossed, jackass." He ordered Dean, glowering. "We'll stop at a bookstore and replace her book after the signing."

Amaya shook her head. "No, this is not a group effort. You two didn't do it Dean did. He's replacing it. Now let's go. The car is waiting for you. It's at least a couple hours' drive to the appearance signing and then you guys have one more tomorrow and then you've got Thursday and Friday off." She watched as she gathered themselves and their things and headed out the door as she handed them black sharpies again. She fell in step with them. They got into the SUV and Amaya rode up front again, but turned to look at Dean. "Dean, why the hell would you even do that?" She had to ask.

Dean shrugged. "Cause I felt like it. It seemed like a good time to give her book a free flying lesson."

Amaya could've seriously face palmed. No SERIOUSLY! "You're killing me Dean." She sighed heavily. "Alright everyone – let's go." She herded them out the door to the signing.

A couple of hours later, Amaya got everyone back to the hotel after the signing; Roman and Seth went to get dinner for everyone. Amaya walked out to the balcony where Dean was having a cigarette as she looked at Dean and pointed at him. "I'm warning you to leave Zaria alone Dean. So help me God. If you can't leave her alone or stay away from her, I have a roll of duct tape and you spend the remainder of the evening naked and duct taped from head to toe to a chair on the balcony."

Dean's eyes widened as Amaya pointed to him and threatened him. He nodded quickly with wide eyes. He walked back into the suite and saw Zaria sitting on the couch watching a movie; he walked over and handed a plastic bag to Zaria. It had the new book which actually had been all but demolished by a semi except for the cover which he was thankful for or he would've never found it. "Sorry." He mumbled and walked bcak out onto the balcony to have another smoke and some much needed thinking time.

Staring down at the book, Zaria bit her bottom lip and looked out the screen door at Dean. She pulled something from beneath the couch and stood up, walking over to slid the door open. The cool night air blew over her, her fuzzy blue slippers keeping her feet warm since it was still winter. "Here…" She handed over a fresh pack of cigarettes, committing the brand to memory and felt his fingertips brush against hers, feeling the electricity between them. "Thank you for my book." She watched as he nodded back at her. "I'm watching a movie; it's not a chick flick or anything, but you're more than welcome to join me." She watched as he flicked his cigarette over the balcony and followed her back inside as she sat on one end of the couch and Dean on the other.

Amaya walked out from her room in black shorts and a white tank top, her hair was left down and she was about to say something to Roman and Seth as they walked through the door to the suite; when her cell rang again and she frowned again. "Hey George, twice in one day? What's wrong she can't sleep? Put her on." She walked into the kitchen and slid down the wall sitting on the floor as she talked quietly.

Now Roman was really curious, wondering who this George was and who the female was she referred to. He looked at Seth, who just shrugged at him and went back to getting everyone's food to them while Amaya talked on the phone. He listened in, raising a brow when she began singing a song and scrubbed a hand down his face. When Amaya got off the phone, he would be questioning her, his curiosity too heightened. Because if she had a husband and a family, he had a right to know before he and Seth pursued her any longer.

Amaya finished with her phone call and yet stayed on the floor. She pulled her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs as she stared down at the floor. She didn't even see anyone come up beside her and she certainly didn't realize that she had tears sliding down her face. She looked over when something brushed against her arm and saw Roman sitting next to her and Seth sitting in front of her. "What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, but I'm asking you the same question." When Amaya tried standing up to get away from him and Seth; Roman pulled her back down to the floor wrapping his arms around her waist so she couldn't pull away. "What's wrong?" Roman rumbled out the question.

With one of his hands, Seth reached up to wipe the tears from her cheeks, frowning. "Talk to us, what's going on, Amaya? Why are you crying?" Seth asked softly as he took her hand.

Amaya chewed her bottom lip knowing they were generally concerned about her. This wasn't about anything they'd discussed two weeks ago; this was about them trying to see if they could help her through an emotional night. "25 years ago my parents had twin daughters; Amaya and Amyra. I'm sure you know which one I am. Three years ago, Amyra met and fell in love with a married man; his wife found out a little after a year of them being together and told him if he didn't leave my sister she would divorce him and leave him with nothing. So you can imagine what happened."

She watched as both guys nodded as she sniffled. "Nine months to the day and Amyra gave birth to a little girl. My niece Safina; we have an aunt who takes care of Safi. Unbeknownst to anyone; my sister started having a breathing problem. She went into the doctor and she was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis. It's a genetic disease that attacked the lungs. I'm not sure why but she got it and I didn't. And there's no cure. Eventually she's going to suffocate and die. Three times a week she has treatments and three times a week she has a hard time falling asleep. So George who is her personal nurse; calls me and I talk her through the treatments and then at night I talk her to sleep or sing sometimes. It just depends."

Both men stared at her in wonder. How the hell was she able to keep something like that from everyone else in the company? Everyone was normally in everyone else's personal lives in the WWE. How was it no one knew about Amaya having a twin who was deathly ill?