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Chapter Four: How Did We Get Here?

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The petite brunette tossed her small jacket over her shoulders.

Other than the beaming traffic and city lights, Mickie had also been blinded by the many thoughts that ran through her head – how did she get here? How did she reach this point? How had someone like her reach this point? She hadn't exactly woke up expecting that she would witness what she had in the parking lot. Her expectations were only of having to go through the normal routine she did on an everyday basis.

Same old gossip of "who likes who" and same routine of pretending as if she was enjoying it all…now that was what she was use to, not seeing bloodied-face men battling against each other in deserted parking lots.

This adrenaline rush that was building up inside of her was something she had never felt before, yet something that a girl like Mickie had been hungering for forever.

Still, she remained utterly confused by it all. Confused of why the night was playing out the way it was. Why hadn't John showed up to the parking lot, yet Randy did? When did Dolph become such a jerk? And, then there was one certain question that she hungered an answer for most – why did Randy Orton attack Dolph the way he had?

Soon enough when Mickie realized her questions wouldn't be answered this way, she had began to slowly trail back to the familiar spot on the far end side of the road where the self proclaimed Legend Killer's car had been parked.

Her hands had now been shoved in the back of both her pockets as she soon approached him.

"Get a hold of them?" He asked her as he lifted his head up from underneath the hood of his car and wiped away a drip of sweat that once rested on his forehead.

Mickie needed a moment to draw herself from the situation. She needed time to collect her thoughts and attempt to get control of her fast paced mind after all that happened (of course she horribly failed at it all) so she therefore used an excuse of needing to call Candice and Kelly.

Mickie shook her head as she glared down toward the ground. "No answer." She lied, causing the Legend Killer to mutter a sigh under his breathe – he hadn't known that she hadn't even called at all, he was only upset that she hadn't recieved a hold of either diva. "…Any luck with your car?"

Mickie and Randy did not get too far from the Arena before Randy's car had began making odd sounds before completely breaking down as Randy had parked along the side of the road before it happened – but unfornuately, they had been no where close to Mickie's hotel.

"No." Instantly, he answered back as he turned back toward his car and angrily glared down at the view of what was under the hood of his car. A sigh emerged through his lips – Randy didn't deal well with frustration. Or anger…or possibly any emotion for that matter and now he had to attempt to control it all in front of her. "Something is wrong underneath the hood…"

Randy loudly closed down the hood of his car in attempt to control himself from completely destorying the car (which had been what he truly wanted).

Slowly – without Randy noticing – the petite brunette diva stepped in his direction as his back still remained faced toward her.

He had been busy studying his veichle with a look of frustration as if he was trying to string together what he could do to get his car back up and running. The brunette on the other hand, well her mind was elsewhere – her mind remained still cluttered by the rememberance of all that happened outside of the Arena's building.

"…W-why did you attack Dolph the way you did?"

The legend killer knawed down on his lower lip toward her question. It hadn't surprised him one bit – actually he had been counting the minutes in his head 'til she would eventually ask him something of the sort of why he attacked Dolph so bruttally.

Randy rubbed his chin with his thumb. "Give me your phone. Kelly and Candice may be unrealiable, but I know Cody and Ted will answer." Randy said, with his back still facing the diva.

Much like Randy who expected her to ask this question, the majority of Mickie's guilt feeling had expected Randy to not answer her question. Still, a small part inside of her had held onto a belief that he would possibly prove her wrong and actually give her an answer – but of course that was just too much hopeful thinking when it came to someone like Randy.

Mickie shook her head in disbelief whilst she turned her head away from him, this gave Randy the oppourtunity to now turn his head toward her. "Are you going to answer my question or-"

"Are you going to answer mine?" Instantly, Mickie sppated back at him causing the blue eyes of Randy to slightly narrow in disbelief toward the flustered expression that was now worn on Mickie's face. Randy didn't understand how the petite brunette diva could be so careless about them being – what felt like to him – stranded on the road.

Only one thing had been on her mind, as she titled her head upward to face him. "I just need to know." Her eyes showed the hungered she had for his answer.

"…Why is it so important to you that I helped you out back there? If John Cena had done it then you wouldn't be nearly as surprised – but when I do someone any favors then you act as if hell has frozen over. As if it's really that unbelivable!" Through gritted teeth, the legend killer stated back toward her causing Mickie to glare downwards.

"John? What does he have to do with this?" Quietly, she asked him back as she shook her head in slight confusion.

Everything, he has everything to do with this…inside of his own head, Randy had answered before he gestured a careless shrug. "He doesn't. I was just proving a point." A sigh then emerged through his lips. "Forget it. Keep your phone, I'll use my own."

With that, Randy then searched through his pockets but struggled to find his phone in any of his pockets, causing his brow to arch up.

Randy bit down on his lower lip in regret. "…I must've dropped it outside of the Arena." The legend killer's best assumption had been that it must've slipped out either when he was bruttally attacking Dolph or when he and Mickie were rushing back to his car before any crew members could catch a sight of him. He didn't need the Mcmahons having a reason to de-push him or even suspend him for the act.

Mickie shook her head as she digged into her back pocket and held out her cell in front of him. Slowly, the legend killer accepted the phone from her. "Thanks." Simply, he said back toward her as his hand brushed against her's before he grabbed her cell and then held the phone in his own hand.

Mickie only answered back in a short head nod before she then began to walk away from where Randy had been standing. He cautiosly watched Mickie, but soon realized that she had only say down on a spot of where a large patch of grass had been as she drew her knees up to her chest.

Randy shrugged his shoulders before he dialed a familiar set of numbers in her phone. He laid the phone up against his left ear and remained quiet until hearing a voice on the other end of the call. "Codes, it's Randy…"

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By the time Randy's call had been finished – he was traveling back toward where Mickie was. Her head had been burried in between her knees, causing Randy's brow to arch as he took closer steps toward her but as Mickie heard him traveling toward her, she had quickly pulled her head away from her knees.

As she swipped away a strand of her hair that was once covering over her eyes, Randy noticed that she hadn't been crying – as he first suspected that she was. Soon enough, Randy stopped his walking once he came close enough to her and held out her phone toward her. "…Thanks." Simply, he said to her. "Cody and Ted should be here any minute. I just talked to them…gave them the street address and everything, so I guess they shouldn't be long."

Mickie grabbed the phone from him and sat it on a spot of the grass beside her as she glared off in a different direction than where Randy had been staring. A sigh fell from Randy's lips as he leaned against a road sign that was posted by the spot of where Mickie was sitting.

Mickie slightly turned her head and noticed Randy still standing beside her. "Are you going to tell me why you attacked Dolph?" She suspected that being the reason of why he was standing there – and though she had been frustrated at him earlier for advoiding her question twice, she still hungered for the answer just the same.

Randy's eyes glimpsed down toward the diva. "Honestly?" The petite diva nodded her head in retort before Randy sighed. "…I never liked the guy. Tonight was the perfect oppourtunity for me to kick his ass." Mickie shook her head at Randy's "honest" answer before quickly standing to her feet.

"Forget it. I'll just catch a cab." As Mickie turned to walk away, Randy quickly grabbed her and forced her to face in his direction. Even now that Randy had her tightly in his grasp, he still couldn't draw an answer like Mickie wanted him to. The Legend Killer now only glared down toward the ground.

Mickie stared toward Randybefore quietly sighing. "Just be honest." She whispered toward him."…I mean, did you…have pity on me…? Was it your I.E.D? Please, tell me something." Mickie noticed Randy still hadn't tilted his head up, which made her slightly shake her head. "Anything, please."

Randy tilted his head back toward her. "I can't answer you because there is no answer." That hadn't been enough for Mickie – she wasn't buying this flustered look of frustration on Randy's face. Sure, this had been meaningful to her before but now – with Randy seemingly struggling as much as he was – it was becoming more and more important for her to know.

"Why did you have to do it?" Mickie spatted out as she shook her head, Randy's brow slightly arched up. "..I wish you never attacked Dolph. Or even showed up in the parking lot. You should have just went inside of your car and been on your way. Save me all this trouble."

Randy slightly rolled his eyes in retort. "As if you really mean that."

"Actually, it's exactly what I mean. I'd rather be in Dolph's hotel room than here with you. At least I would have known of Dolph's intentions as to where I know nothing of your's right now." Of course Mickie hadn't wanted to be even a foot near Dolph but she knew what was needed to draw out an answer.

Randy scoffed in disgust. "Dolph's intentions are sick."

"And your's aren't?" Instantly, she retorted back toward him.

"No!" He exclaimed back in both disbelief and anger that she would even think such – perhaps his name had been dragged through the dirt as far as how the divas had thought of him and that he could only blame on himself as to why Mickie would believe him and Dolph were alike.

"I don't believe that." Quietly, Mickie said back toward him before slightly shaking her head. "You don't answer any of my questions. You treated me cold over the last past few days and rarely ever speak to me..until today, when I'm both scared and confused. Sounds like the perfect opporunity, if you ask me."

Randy's brow arched upward as he glared toward her and grinded his teeth against each other. "And you believe that?"

Quickly, Mickie nodded her head. "Of think you can help me out back in the lot, take advantage of me back in your hotel room, then the next morning act as if it never happened – that makes a lot of sense to me right now." A sigh escaped from her lips. "Besides, I know who you are. You would never do me any good at least something was in it for you."

"You don't know a damn thing about me!" Instantly, he angrily spatted back at her causing Mickie to slightly glimpse off in a different direction. Randy did blame himself – he didn't tell her anything – but he still didn't approve of her babbling on as if she knew of him and his intentions when she couldn't possibly know anything about him. A silence drew between the two before Randy quietly sighed and rubbed the back of his neck."…I often find myself wanting to make sure you're ok."

Mickie shook her head. "I wish I knew what that meant…"

He sighed in frustration. He hoped that his half assed answers would be enough. "What do you want from me?" Randy spatted back rubbing his temples with his thumb. "Honesty?" The self proclaimed Legend Killer paused. "Honestly, I find myself needing to…"

Randy noticed a bright white light shinning against Mickie's face as her brown eyes squinted in the pain. Randy peeked behind him to see a veichle nearby. He sighed in frustration as the car began to slow down before parking near his car. Mickie glimpsed up toward Randy.

"You can still tell me." She whispered toward him.

Randy bit down on his lip but before he could voice out a single word, "Randy!" It had been the familiar voice of Ted who called out to him as Cody shut the car door behind him and followed after Ted.

They both walked in the direction of where Randy had been standing, they didn't notice Mickie – who was standing behind Randy – until Mickie stepped toward the side of Randy. The Legend Killer glared down toward her before glimpsing up toward Ted and Cody, knowing that perhaps that hadn't been the best move that petite brunette could have done.

Ted instantly removed the sunglasses from his eyes, showing his arched brow. "Um…What exactly is she doing here?" As Ted pointed toward Mickie – quite rudely – Cody had inched a foot step toward Mickie.

"Relax." Randy instructed Cody, quickly causing him to pause. "She's with me." Simply, he explained to his friends – he didn't mention to Cody that he had been with Mickie when his car had broken down on the road, only being that he didn't want to hear them question him about it for what would feel like a hour.

"She's what?" Cody exclaimed in disbelief before Randy shook his head in annoyance and quietly sighed.

"Forget it man." Ted began speaking up before crossing his elbow again his chest. "There's no way she's getting in my car, you can forget that." Sternly, Ted said followed by Cody – who now stood beside him – to add a firm nod.

Randy scoffed. "That's not your choice to make. If I say she's getting in the car, then she's getting in the car. Got it?" Randy – without warning – gripped onto Mickie's wrist and pulled her in the direction to where Ted's car had been parked without waiting for Ted to reply him back with an answer.

Cody glared toward Ted in disbelief to how he could just let Randy walk away as he did but before Cody could complain about it, Ted had just rolled his eyes and followed after Randy. Cody shook his head as he slowly caught up with Ted. "Fine," Ted began, "…but just this once. I don't trust her and neither should you. How do you know she won't open her mouth about-"

Randy sharply turned his head over his shoulder, showing Ted a cold glare. "Ted…shut up." Instantly, the self proclaimed legend killer said before opening the car's back door open for Mickie. He turned his head toward the petite brunette and awaited for her to get inside of the car but she never did. She stood frozen with her brown eyes glared up toward him. "What's your problem?" Puzzledly, he asked her.

She slowly shook her head. "…Open my mouth up about what?" Mickie quietly whispered toward him, unsure of what Ted was referring to but a small part of her had somewhat a clue.

The legend killer only rolled his eyes. "Ignore him." He stated to her before making a hand gesture for her to get inside of the car – behind Randy had stood Ted whose hands had been tightly gripped on his hips – soon enough, Mickie had only shortly nodded her head before getting her place inside of the backseat.

Randy closed the door behind her before coldy glaring off toward Ted. "Cody," Randy began as he slowly drifted his icy blue eyes from Ted toward Cody and threw him his car keys, "you stay here."

Cody caught the keys and glared in disbelief. "Why me?"

A sigh emerged through Randy's lips. "Call a Towing service about the car and stay here until they pick up the car." Randy then began to walk toward the other side of the car where the passenger seat had been. Cody stood there almost shell shocked of what he had been instructed of as Ted only simply shrugged his shoulders and opened the car door in front of him.

After both men shut their car doors, Ted had soon drove off leaving Cody standing there – still almost just as frozen as he had been before – with his hands tightly gripping the car keys in his hands.

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Short chapter? Sorry, I just didn't want to add in anymore because I didn't want to torture you all with having to read so much. I hope you enjoyed the fourth chappy, I'm going to try and update again very soon. (: