Chapter 17
Taking a deep breath, a long pair of legs stepped out of the black stretch limousine that Linda was kind enough to let her use as Jetta stared up at the arena. She remembered the last time she'd been in one, saying goodbye to Mark. That had been the hardest thing -no scratch that- telling him she loved him had been the hardest thing she ever had to do. He hadn't seen in her two months, too busy with appearances and whatnot.
It was WrestleMania time, which Cayla had so conveniently informed her on. It was wrestling's super bowl, the biggest show of the year, so Jetta honestly didn't mind. She missed him like crazy though and smoothed down her black leather skirt, wearing a deep blue halter top that brought her eyes out.
She'd recently gotten blue streaks in her honey blonde locks, since most of her clothes were either blue or black these days. Kind of like a bruise, the irony. Two inch knee high boots were on her feet as Jetta took another deep breath, not believing she was back.
Linda had given her the night off so she could be with Mark and she actually hugged the woman, thanking her for all she'd done. Jetta was a lot calmer and knew how to control her temper, which is what the classes were supposed to do. Without another thought or breath, Jetta headed inside the door and walked down the hallway.
"Jets?" John was walking by, a bag of gummy bears in his hand and had to stop, taking a step backwards. "Wait- no. You can't be. Who are you and where's Jetta?" He demanded, circling around her, popping a gummy into his mouth, finally halting in front of her, flashing his usual grin. "You look smoking. Please tell me you're dressed up for me because these past two months all you've done is pined for your poor Johnny?"
Jetta laughed softly as she hugged him tightly around the neck and kissed his cheek before taking a gummy bear, popping it in her mouth and winked. "Unfortunately sweetie, as much as I've missed you, I'm looking for a certain Deadman."
Her blue eyes were sparkling and she looked happy, she was practically glowing. Her hands didn't have the normal black fingerless gloves though her nails were painted a dark midnight blue. When John pointed in the direction, Jetta thanked him -something she normally never did- and promised to catch up with him later before going on her way, saying hello to anyone who noticed her. The blue streaks were different, but they fit her and she was happy with her new look and attitude.
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Mark was in his dressing room with Michelle McCool.
Michelle giggled, running a hand up and down his bare chest. "Mark, c'mon, don't be like that."
He almost pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering what the hell this slut wanted now. She had been hounding him like she was a drug addict and apparently his cock was filled with cocaine. As if he'd even let her hold it while he pissed.
"Michelle-" Mark grunted when she jumped up onto him, his arms automatically catching her, and steadied her so he didn't topple.
That's when Michelle kissed him.
The dressing room door opened and Jetta stood there, her eyes widened, the smile automatically wiping from her face. Her heart shattered in her chest as the tears swelled in her eyes, angry tears. "I guess Vince is getting what he wants after all." Michelle was shoved against the wall as shocked green eyes locked on heartbroken blue. Mark had no idea she was coming back on this night, wanting it to be a surprise. "Sorry to interrupt." She ran away from the door and headed for the exit, tears streaming down her face.
"Jetta!" Mark shouted, turning to look down on the suddenly way too innocent looking Michelle, green eyes narrowing.
"Um...tootles!" Michelle bolted, licking her lips. Too bad Jetta had to ruin the moment. She would have enjoyed more time to see if she couldn't have coaxed Mark into a round or something.
Jetta didn't stop running, shoving anyone out of her way that she possibly could, her vision blinded by the tears. Shaking her head, Jetta managed to make it to her rental car that Linda had gotten her, the limousine being added effect, and unlocked it before sliding in the seat. Fuck this! She was going home after going to the hotel to grab her things. How she ever thought Mark would wait for her was BEYOND her! She told the bastard she loved him and...Jetta felt like throwing up as she sped out of the parking lot, squealing tires just as Mark burst through the exit doors.
Vince was happy as a lark. He had watched the entire thing from just across the hall. Jetta was so damn right, he had gotten what he wanted. His happy little hooker Michelle had only been too happy to do her part. Of course, he couldn't let anyone else know he had paid her to seduce Mark, knowing that was something the blonde bimbo had been only too eager to do. Now with Jetta out of the way, things could go back to the way HE liked them.
Vince wasn't the only one who saw what happened. Shane had been on his way to talk to Mark about the upcoming script when he saw Jetta bolt out, his father looking across the hall. Apparently in his own little world because he hadn't noticed his own son. Snarling, Shane immediately ducked into a dark room and snatched Michelle by the upper arm, causing her eyes to widen.
"We're going to have a little chat." He stated, dragging her down the hallway and shoved her into Stephanie's office, where Linda was. All three of them had been there to congratulate their cousin on her night back. "Talk. Now."
Michelle stared at them all wide eyed, rubbing her arm where Shane had grabbed her. "I don't have anything to say."
Stephanie frowned, looking at Shane, and groaned when he simply said 'Mark'. "What'd you do, McCool?" She demanded, folding her arms over her chest, walking around to stare at the other woman.
"Look, it was just a kiss, okay?"
"And how come I have a feeling Jetta seen this?"
"She did." Shane stated, crossing his arms in front of his chest, dark eyes narrowed to slits. "And Dad was there too, looking chipper as can be. He watched everything. Michelle probably forced herself on Mark and Jetta walked in at the opportune moment, isn't that right McCool?" When she just stood there with her head lowered, all three of them had their answer. "And now that I think about it, you've been hounding Mark ever since Jetta left the company for her anger management classes."
Stephanie's blue eyes were iced over along with her mother's, each of them having identical glares. "Now that I think about it...Mark came to me a few weeks ago and complained about you bothering him." She shook her head almost sadly. "Damn it, why didn't I know Dad was behind this?"
"Because Vince can be slick when he wants to be. But not slick enough. Michelle," Linda smiled at the Diva, her blue eyes ice. "Why don't you show yourself the way out while I consider how best to punish you?" It wasn't a suggestion, but a command. She had a few ideas, knowing Vince would also need dealing with as well. "Shane, hunt down Vince. I need to go talk to Jetta."
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Jetta was busy packing her things up in her hotel room, tears falling constantly. Linda had put her in a room under a false name so Mark wouldn't know she'd be there. So much for that happening. Jetta was done with men and trying to be in a relationship, especially with a guy like Mark. Dark hair, tall and incredibly handsome...Jetta suddenly lost her footing and dropped to her knees, her forehead pressing against the carpet. Never in her life had she experienced such raw and intense pain. Never in her life had Jetta felt what it was like to have a broken heart...besides her parent's untimely death. Now, she wished she'd never met Mark Calaway or taken her cousin's job offer.
Linda was polite and knocked first, not the least bit surprised when she didn't get an answer. Sighing, she used a keycard she had acquired from the front desk and slid it through the slot. Quietly, she stepped into the room, frowning when she seen Jetta.
"Oh dearest..." She murmured, walking over to place a hand on Jetta's back, crouching down beside her.
Normally, Jetta would've bitch slapped whoever was touching her at the moment, but due to gaining control of her anger problems, she just sat there on her knees and cried. She heard it was Linda and slowly looked up, her eyes rimmed red and the tears weren't stopping any time soon. "I'm going home." She whispered, pulling herself up without Linda's help, not wanting to feel weak and vulnerable, though she was at the moment. "I'm sorry Linda, but I can't stay here. I need to go home and get what's left of my life back in order."
Linda's eyebrows drew together in a frown, blue eyes dulling for a moment before sighing heavily. "Why don't we get up and sit on the bed?" She suggested, slowly getting to her feet. "I'm not as young as I used to be." She half joked, perching on the edge of the bed, and patted the spot beside her. "We need to talk, Jetta, about what happened tonight. There are some things you should know before you make a decision to quit."
"I know what happened." She quietly said, not moving to sit beside her cousin, instead moving to stare out the window. "I know exactly what I saw. Two months was too long for him, though he kept making excuses not to come see me. He rarely even called due to how 'tired' he was." Jetta snorted, rolling her eyes. "I can't believe I actually believed every word that came out of his mouth. I know the truth now and, to be honest, I was expecting it. He's not the type of man to sit around waiting for a woman. He takes what he wants and then moves onto the next one. So no, Linda, I don't need an explanation of how my boyfriend cheated on me with a WWE Diva."
"Actually, you do Jetta." Linda said firmly, wondering just how on earth her cousin could have such a low opinion of Mark. "And you WILL listen to me because what I have to say is important. Vince kept Mark busy, he wasn't lying about being tired. From my understanding, Mark has put in more time in the ring than he was scheduled for, more than a lot of other stars. On top of that, he's been doing appearances left and right." This was the hard part. "As for Michelle...She has been...harassing him. Stephanie said Mark has even voiced complaints over it." Now she had to get to Vince's own sordid part in the 'Michelle' incident, wondering just how much a divorce attorney cost, and if she should pay it herself or file a motion for Vince to pick up the tab.
"What do you mean harassing him?" Jetta demanded, wiping her tears away as she stared back at her cousin. "And if he filed these complaints, why wasn't anything done about it?" When Linda just lowered her head, Jetta sighed heavily and walked over, sitting down next to her, burying her head in her hands. "They were kissing, Linda. I walked in and she was all over him. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he looked like he wasn't fighting her off. Of course, I didn't stay because if I witnessed a second more, I probably would've thrown up all over both of them." She sniffled, her tears slowly subsiding. "So what are you trying to say, exactly, that Mark is innocent?"
"Michelle forced herself on him. I don't believe Mark would ever kiss her willingly, unless of course it was to save your life and, thankfully, that will never happen in the real world. You would have to ask him for the details." Providing he hadn't murdered someone because of all this. "Vince is the mastermind behind this Jetta. Mark is innocent." She fell quiet, studying her cousin intently.