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Following The Main Event;

By AliceJericho

Chapter 11: Old Friends, New Enemies

"You and I were long friends : you are now my enemy, and I am yours." – Benjamin Franklin

Monday, February 15

Dad had agreed to mind Cameron for a half hour while I walked around backstage, taking a well-deserved break from my little brother. I do love the boy – but only in small doses. He's loud and he has too much energy. I think Kofi fed him pure sugar while he was minding him.

The show had long ended and most of the talent had gone home, only the ring crew and a select few wrestlers remained behind. I always liked this part of the night, it was quiet and peaceful – not something usually associated with Monday Night Raw.

I walked down the hall, heading back to DX's locker room when I saw Laura Hart standing alone, lost in thought.

"What are you still doing here?" I asked her somewhat incredulously. She turned around to look at me, her jaw dropping slightly. "All your people left half an hour ago." Laura rolled her eyes.

"Who exactly are my people, Sunday?" she asked with a sour voice and I shrugged, walking towards her.

"Gail, Eve, Matt, Chris... Hell, even your dad's gone." I listed as I leant against the wall opposite her, looking her up and down. Laura looked at the ground. "Are you here to tell Vince you finally want in?" she looked back up and I smiled at her. It wasn't a natural smile, exactly, more of a knowing smirk if anything.

"I don't want in," she told me shortly, "If I did, I'd already be here." My smile dropped instantly and I tried to shrug off some of my anger.

"I hate how you think that just because you're a Hart you think you're better than anybody else here. You think you can just do whatever you want. Getting here wasn't easy, Laura." I scowled, crossing my arms. "I worked my ass off. I'm not here because HBK is my dad. Hell, that's probably the reason it took me so long to get here."

"I never said it was easy. Why do you always have to put words in my mouth?" she barked at me, "It's always been that way. You always used to accuse me of shit I didn't do. Not once did I say I was better than you. Not once did I say I could make it here. I'd have it as hard as you, trying to make it in this damn business. I'm not saying anything is easy!" I shook my head, laughing to myself sarcastically.

"No, you're not saying it. You're thinking it." I watched her pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration. It's something she used to do when she was a child.

"If I thought it was easy... I'd have tried, just to say that I'd done it." I turned to walk away; I'd had enough of her already. "I didn't want to give up all those years of my life for something I didn't even want to do." I had only taken a few steps when I stopped, took a deep breath and faced her once more.

"You always say that. That you didn't want to do this. To be one of us. Don't think for one second I've forgotten our conversations. When we were ten and all you wanted to be was the next Alundra Blayze. She was your idol." Her eyes dropped to her feet and I knew that she understood and was remembering those conversations. "And then your family started to fall apart. It didn't take long for you to take back everything that you had said. You even tried to take back our friendship. You wanted nothing to do with me, because I wanted this life."

I watched realisation dawn on her face. She knew that I was saying the truth, everything coming out of my mouth was real and she was only just coming to terms with it – or at least with the fact that I knew. "Your family was falling apart. Laura, I didn't have a family. It was me and Dad. For years it was just us two. You had a massive network of relatives, that, despite what happened, loved you."

"Where are you going with this, Sunday? You've already made me feel bad about it." I smirked again, proud of myself for doing just that. For years I had wanted to get this off of my chest.

"I want you to know that you could have done what you wanted to. But you trained yourself to think it was all wrong. You could have had this." I looked and gestured around the backstage area. Nothing was happening, but the look on her face let me know that she understood what I was getting at. "And you could have had the relationship you've always wanted. I've been with Cody for two years." Love isn't a factor, but still, two years.

"You think it's that easy, don't you? All you knew was two people. My life was falling apart, this place hurt too much. You think I have a way of belittling them. You don't know how much that meant to me, that big family."

I was trying to gather her thoughts. Once upon a time I'd known her well, I could tell what was running through her mind just by the way her eyebrow twitched. But we weren't friends anymore, far from it. 'Enemies' is a more accurate word.

"What's going on here?" Paul walked just as I thought I saw something cross her face.

"Nothing," I turned to him, "Just having a friendly chat." I smiled at Paul, glared back at Laura and then walked off before Paul could ask me anymore questions.

The door to the locker room was partially open, so I let myself in. A warm smile crossed my face as I saw dad and Cameron playing rock, paper, scissors. It was such a simple game but it always made Cameron happy.

"We have to get going, Cam. I do have to get you to school tomorrow."

"I don't want to go to school tomorrow!" he whined, bunching up his hand and turning to me. "I want to stay here forever with dad!"

"I know, slugger, but I have to get back home, too. I have another doctor's appointment, remember?" he pouted at me and I walked over to him, ruffling his hair. "Don't look at me like that. I know exactly how you feel."

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