Chapter 37 Now I'm really mad

Punk;

I know it's stupid but I was proud that I maned-up and apologized to her sister, I wasn't quite sure if I meant it but I said the words and she accepted, Jamie would be happy and she would be that much closer to me again. It was my own fault she was so far away, I was pushing her away with my negative attitude, but little snippets from the hospital came back and I realised that once upon a time I was a good guy, at least I was towards her, I could do it again, I just needed to remember that Jamie wasn't like the other girls, she was better, I knew she was. I heard her before I saw her, you could always hear Jamie before you saw her, she was louder than most people but shockingly it wasn't a loud loud like big mouths that wouldn't shut it, she was just so bubbly and vibrant that the excitement got to her, ok it was weird and I was trying to justify it, I didn't care, thats my reasoning and I'm gonna stick with it. When I finally got to her, she was dancing, by herself. Arms out, music pumping from her mouth, I think she was waltzing or maybe it was a tango, I'm not sure, I don't dance but Jamie was pretty good at it. She stopped and spun around in a circle before dipping herself, she pulled herself up, giggled and carried on dancing.

"What are you doing?" Ok stupid question, maybe I should've asked why.

Jamie jumped, only because she didn't know I was there, then she laughed again and kept on dancing. She gave her imaginary partner a bow before looking to me, I couldn't help it, I jumped back.

"What is that!?"

"What?" Jamie started brushing herself down slightly hysteric, "Is there a groundhog on me? Ah get it off! Get it off!"

I took her wrists and made her stop, "Jamie there is nothin on you, your eye"

"Whats wrong with my eye?"

What wasn't wrong with it. Her left eye was now a beauty shade of purple, it was swelling pretty badly because it was starting to droop. And yet she didn't notice it? How could she not notice that she was slowly losing vision in her left eye? Because Jamie had forgotten about it, thats why. I always thought the human brain was amazing, now I believe her half a brain was even better.

I took her wrist and pulled her along the corrider, unlucky for me I ran into her newest BFF Brock Lesnar.

"What did you do to her eye?"

"I didn't do nothing, someone else did it and when I find who"

He looked to Jamie and gave her a soft smile before taking that low tone at me again, clearly Jamie wasn't allowed to hear this.

"Did she say what happened?"

"No. She don't know she even has a black eye, I'm going to show her"

"Who's showing me what?" Jamie piped in looking between me and Brock.

I took her other hand and gently led her finger to the outer space around her eye, Jamie had better touch than most people, her senses really had peaked since she had vision and hearing impairment, "Ewww! What is that?"

"You have a black eye, its swelling over. Do you know who did it?"

"I can't say his name?"

"Why?"

"Because I can't pronounce it" She looked to Brock, "I thought that was obvious. But if it helps I wrote it down." She pulled up her sleeve and started to read, well tried to read. "Fan-Fan-Fandong-" Jamie shook her head, "Damn it! Where is Chris Jericho when you need him?"

You know what I like about the WWE? You never know what the fuck is gonna happen, Brock pulled his tone closer to me, that creeped me out alot but I got over it, his words were far more interesting.

"You go left, I'll go right, first one to find him gets dibs"

"Done" I don't know why but I took Jamie with me, I didn't want to leave her alone not with those two slutty twins running around. Jamie's long legs actually struggled to keep up with me but somehow she managed it.

"Where are we going?" Jamie kept asking, her legs were starting to wobble and as much as I hated it, I stopped. She gave her legs a stretch before slipping off her shoes, putting her hand in mine, "Ok, you can go back to rushing"

So I did, I kept walking until I heard him, yelling at his dance partner, apparently she wasn't doing it right. Time leap happened, one moment I was walking towards him, the next I was on him punching his face until I saw my hand covered in red, I kept going as his girl screamed for help, Jamie tugged my arm, pleading for me to stop but I couldn't. I just kept smacking his ugly face until I was litterly pulled off. I was shoved down a random corrider, Jamie right next to me, her face drooping, her hand tugging at her blonde locks. The last thing I heard that made it all alright? Brock Lesnar shouting 'Ha, found you fucker!"

"Are you mad at me?" Jamie asked quietly as I tried to get my breathing back to normal. I had no idea how she got that I was mad at her, it was that stupid bastard Fandango that had pissed me off.

"No Jamie, of course not, why would I be mad at you?"

She shrugged sadly, "I don't know. Why did you punch that guy?"

"He gave you a black eye, he shouldn't of punched you" I was still mad as hell that he had punched her, I didn't even care for his reason, as far as I'm concerned, he had no right to punch her and there was nothing that she could've of done or said that would give him a good defence for punching her. If he ever went near her again, he even breathes in her direction, he won't be dancing any time soon. Jamie looked at the corriders as though she was searching for someone, when she was happy that it was just me and her, she lent up on her tip-toes and kissed my cheek.

"What was that for?"

She touched my hand "You know why, deep down"