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Chapter 4: A Blast From The Past
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Ashlee's POV.
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Three weeks had passed since I'd gotten the first letter. Since I had to uproot my family once again. Luckily my boss was very understanding. He had tried to convince me to stay, to take a restraining order out on Phil but that was something I couldn't do.
To have a restraining order, you must have the addresses of your home, work, school, etc. Anywhere you want the person to stay away from you. Phil would know exactly where me and Eva were at all times, even if he was ordered to keep away what is to say he would obey it? I would never feel safe knowing he knew where I was and could come at any time.
So my boss, understanding where I was coming from got in touch with a few contacts and set up a job for me in another hotel in Atlanta, Georgia. I had flown out the next night.
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Things seemed to have calmed down since then.
There were no more letters, I had gotten a new phone so no more phone calls either. Eva had been enrolled in a school just around the corner from the hotel, I had made a few friends among the staff and have even started working reception and filled in for other jobs around the hotel when they were short staffed. Things seemed to be getting back on track.
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I was standing behind reception chatting to Monica, a girl I had met here a few weeks ago and had become close with.
It was Saturday, one of our busiest days of the week. Couples, groups of men and women would be arriving for their weekend 'Get Away's'. There was also a sporting event happening in town so we were fully booked and it was all hands on deck to get through the numerous book in's.
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I had just finished checking in a couple when a man approached the desk.
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"Hello, Welcome to the Glenn Hotel." I smiled
"Hi, I have a room reserved. I'd like to check in." He replied in a deep voice.
"Certainly. Can I have your name and reservation number please?"
After finding his booking and checking him in, I handed him his key.
"Here you go sir. I hope you have a pleasant stay. If you need anything feel free to call down to reception."
"Thanks." He replied before walking away.
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I turned my attention to the computer, when a voice interrupted me. I looked up to see the handsome man from before.
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"I'm sorry to disturb you but do I know you?" He asked.
"I don't think so sir. I'm not from around here." I replied feeling slightly confused.
"Me neither. I'm here on business. I know this sounds strange but your eyes, they feel familiar to me. I know I'm coming off as a weird, stalker here." He laughed.
"I must have one of those faces."
"Yeah, maybe that's it. Sorry to trouble you." He said as he began to walk away again.
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He stopped spying my name tag. "Ashlee Mills?"
I looked up surprised. "Yes?"
"Oh my God. You're Ashlee Morgan!"
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My eyes went wide with astonishment. It had been so long since I had been called by my real name.
"I haven't seen you in, it must be five, six years." He added.
"I'm sorry but do I know you?" I asked.
"Oh, it's me Randy, Randy Orton." Once again my eyes were wide.
"Randy? Wow, what a small world." I asked Monica to take over the reception while I chatted to Randy for a little bit.
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"I can't believe it. Of all the people to run into, I run into Ashlee Morgan." He laughed.
"Yeah, blast from the past all right."
"What are you doing here? I would have thought you would have stayed in Florida."
"I haven't lived in Florida for around four years now. I had to get away, see a bit more of the country. I actually just got here, I was living in New York before this. What about you? I would have been sure you would have been still tied to your mother's apron strings."
"Nah, you know me, I always had big ideas. I get to travel all over the world with my job. I love it." He smiled. "I still can't believe after all these years I'm talking to Ashlee Morgan, or should I say Ashlee Mills. How long have you been married?" He asked.
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I bit my lip nervously.
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"I'm not married. I just changed my name, it's a long story."
"Oh right. Me neither, too young to be tied down" He chuckled. "Have you got kids?"
"Yeah, I have a daughter."
"Wow, little Ashlee is a mama. That's so weird to even think. Last time I saw you, you were so headstrong and going through that rebellious stage. You look so grown up now. You look good." He said with a smile.
"Thanks Randy. You look good yourself. Who would have thought that string bean of a boy would have grew up big and strong to look like this." I smirked.
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We chatted for a little while longer. He told me he was a wrestler, which made me a little uncomfortable. Phil had loved wrestling, a passion we had both shared but I had long since forgotten about. He had wrestled in the Indy's while we were together.
I pushed the thought from my mind and listened to Randy tell me all about the joys of life on the road.
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Before I knew it I had to get back to work. Randy and I hugged goodbye before he left to go to his room. Seeing Randy again put a spring in my step. I was reminded of my old life, of happier times.
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A few hours later I finished my shift, I changed my clothes and went to collect Eva from school. We went to the park for a while before returning to the hotel for dinner.
We entered the dining room and took a seat at an empty table. The waitress came to take our orders. I settled on smoked salmon while Eva ordered pizza from the children's menu. After the waitress brought us empty plates I took Eva to the buffet which was laid out in the centre of the room. I spooned potatoes and mixed vegetables onto my own plate before setting it on the table and going back to help Eva pick what she wanted. The little blonde girl's eyes lit up as she saw the ice cream machine across the room.
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"Mommy, I want ice cream!" She exclaimed.
"You can have some after dinner."
"But I'm full up."
"Then how can there be any room for ice cream?" I asked trying to hide a laugh.
"Oh mommy, there's always room for ice cream!" She giggled.
"Good point. But, if you don't eat your dinner then you can't have dessert. You know the rules Eva." The child frowned before giving in. I smiled as I watched her eye the vegetables with a look of disgust on her face.
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"Fancy seeing you here?" I turned upon hearing the voice.
"Hey Randy." I smiled.
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He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight black t-shirt which showed off his physique. Damn he looked good.
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"Are you eating alone too? Care you join me?" He said showing his pearly whites.
I felt my knees start to weaken a little.
"I saw some yucky peas, I am not eating them." A little voice declared.
"Sweetie, you have to eat your vegetables or you won't grow up big and strong."
"But I don't like them."
"Yes you do, now stop acting up or there will be no ice cream."
"But..." She pouted.
"Hey did I just hear there's pea's over there? I love peas!" Randy chimed in with an excited voice.
"Ewww. Peas are nasty!" Eva said turning her nose up. Randy bent down to her level.
"Really? Well, I always eat my vegetables. They made me grow up big and strong."
"You mean you got all those muscles from eating vegetables?" Eva asked wide eyed and mouth agape.
"Yip."
"Whoa!" Eva said as she reached out and gave his bicep a squeeze. "I can show you where the peas are."
"Thank you young lady. I hope you'll be having some too."
"Oh yeah, I want muscles like that. I'm gonna eat a whole bunch." Eva replied as she and Randy moved down the buffet a few yards.
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I watched them as they piled peas, carrots and bread rolls on to their plates. Eva, every so often looking up in awe at the sheer size of Randy. I took a deep breath before going over to them, before we all headed back to our table.
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The waitress came back with our food. Randy informed the waitress that he had switched tables and was promptly served his meal. Pizza.
"Snap." Eva giggled as she held up a piece of her own pizza.
"What do you know, peppers, sausage, cheese and pepperoni.. a girl after my own heart." Randy replied.
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We chatted idly while we finished our meals.
Eva spooned one last pile of peas into her mouth before she announced she was finished. No sooner had her cutlery hit the plate that she was running for the ice cream machine. Randy laughed as he watched the petite blonde skip through the dining room.
"She's beautiful, looks just like you. She has your personality too. A little bundle of energy."
"Thank you Randy. She can be a handful, but I wouldn't trade her for the world."
"I'm sorry, I didn't even ask, what's her name?"
"Eva."
"Nice name. You must have been young when you had her. How old is she?"
"She turned five in February. Valentine's day."
"Are you still with her dad?"
"Um, no. It's just us."
"Does she still see her father?"
"No. Her dad was never in the picture." I nervously tapped my fingers as I watched over my shoulder as Eva began pouring chocolate sauce over her bowl of ice cream.
"I see." Randy with a curious tone.
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I turned back to look at him, his bright blue eyes piercing my own.
"Randy, is there something you're trying to ask me?" I asked nervously.
"Yeah." He replied leaning towards me. "Who's Eva's father?"
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I swallowed hard looking him in the eyes before I replied.
"You."
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