So I decided to split this chapter into two parts. Part two is currently being typed and the only reason I will stop writing it is to write my little authors note and post part one. I will write to you guys sooner then you think :) - C
Chapter Seventeen Part 1 - Best Night or Worst?
A sea of bodies filled the Chicago bar, the entire roster and staff that helped set up the event filled the modern interior, Beth and I walked arm in arm into the private party after we finally stopped crying and were in a state to get ready and put makeup on. Jane had left a navy long sleeved mini dress, nude Prada ankle strap heels with a Michael Kors Gia gold studded clutch bag and instructions to go straight to hair and makeup after I changed. "One vodka, lime and soda and a orange juice please." Beth ordered, she turned with her back to the bar observing the crowd, she wore an expensive white capped sleeve dress and gold Louboutin heels, I admired how immaculate and beautiful she looked, "She's definitely one person I'm not going to miss." She nodded over to a crowd of people around Gemma, whose hair seemed to be blonder and skin tanner then the last time I saw her, "If she bends over we will see what she had for breakfast." I commented, Gemma was laughing and flirting with the suits that surrounded her, many of them not taking their eyes of her chest, which was in full display in the strapless dress she was barely wearing, "She's here for the fame and fortune, she won't last long, they never do. It's a tough job, you get paid to be knocked down and thrown around, its over 200 days away from home and every second day is in an airport. Passion for this business is what keeps us going and people realize that and that's why we are here for the long run." Beth's speech was interrupted by Kaitlyn and Layla who pushed through the crowd and threw themselves on Beth and I for a group hug, "Oh. My. Goodness. You guys gave me goose bumps." Layla bounced up and down careful not to spill her champagne, the hot pink sleeveless dress glittering with her movement and I awed at her ability not to break her ankles in her high Zanotti heels, "I started crying as soon as Beth walked out!" Cried Kaitlyn, she pouted, I put my arm around her and rest my head on her shoulders, "Naww thanks Kaityln." She looked stunning in a bright blue cocktail dress, she took a red wine of a passing waiters tray, "A toast," I raised my glass of juice prompting the other girls to do so, "to the end of a long and unforgettable career, someone who helped show the world that boobs and ass aren't the key to being a female wrester, but most importantly to a mentor and amazing friend. To Beth!" We clicked glasses and took a sip, "I also have a toast," Beth raised her glass and we complied, "To the start of a new era. You girls are in charge now, lets see what you can do." We whooped at took another drink
"Tonight is the night to make a choice." Whispered Layla, Beth and Kaitlyn were distracted to notice our hushed voices, "I already have." I whispered back, her eyes went wide in excitement, "Who? Tell me!" She started bouncing again, I shrugged and took the last mouthful of orange juice before I set down the glass on the bar and headed into the deep of the crowd hoping to find him.
My explanation on Australian Rules football to John Cena was interrupted after the person I was desperate to talk to pulled on my hand and led me out to the empty patio away from prying eyes, I rested my elbows on the railing and admired the Chicago skyline. I could feel his body heat and I wanted to snuggle into his chest to escape the chilly wind, "It's beautiful." I whispered, he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "You had me mesmerized tonight." He sighed, "I told Jane the shorts were too short." I joked, he put his hands in his pocket and shook his head with an amused smile on his face, "No it wasn't that. Don't get me wrong they did look good. You've changed so much." I leant on my left elbow and turned my body towards him, "In a good way?" I asked with my eyebrows raised, "Yeah of course. You have this ability to make me want you to be within my reach all the time. Nobody has ever done that to me." His dropped head looked to the side, his amused smile turned smaller, almost sad, "Then why don't you?" I asked seriously pulling his body to face mine, "I can't." he said sadly, his eyes focused on the floor, "We can't."
"Who says?" I exclaimed grasping his arms "You and I versus the world, you know we can do it." He closed his eyes and shook his head, "There is too much at risk. We have careers and you're eighteen. Eighteen!" his whispered softly, "Who gives a shit how old I am. Stop fucking around and give me a better reason why we can't be together because I've heard that one before and it can't be used again." He sighed again, "There's him." He looked down at me, he was speaking from the heart.
"I want you, I don't want him." I pulled harder on his sleeves, "It's always been you. Forget him." He took my hands in his, just like he has done before. "I can't forget him and neither can you. You're young and can't make up your mind. I need to be sure that your not going to run back to him." My eyes were filled with tears; "I made up my mind today. I have been stupid for not making it up sooner and telling you." He pulled me close and I squeezed my eyes trying to rid them of tears, "I'm sorry I didn't fight for you." He lips rested on my forehead as I gripped on the back of his top, not ever wanting to let go but I knew I had to, "I love you. It's not going to be today but one day I will say it in happiness, not sadness." I buried my head in his chest bringing him closer to me, he was right and I knew it. He pulled me closer, I swear I heard him sniffle. It was a bitter sweet goodbye, "I love you too." I whispered meekly; my chest was full of anxiety, this was the last time I would hold him like this and it scared me. I hated him for being right and hated myself even more for letting him go, I wanted to fight for him but I couldn't. I had lost the war. He kissed me on the forehead and pulled me away from him, we looked at each other sadly it was a wordless goodbye before he lightly traced my jawline with his thumb and left the patio, the party and me.