Ch31

Twenty three days flash by in a blur, three weeks ago we were celebrating the rookies' anniversary in the company. Twenty three days ago was the last time Honor and I spoke face to face.

Meet me at Chick-fil-A. Alone. No Punk. We need to talk.

Randy Orton

12:46 PM

About what Randy?

Miss Brice

12:52 PM

Just come. Alone.

Randy Orton

12:53 PM

Another hour passes before she gets here and I'm furious, I look at her and see a couple of small bruises on the exposed skin of her shoulder. She's wearing a simple pair of jeans, a provocative long sleeved top, her cleavage swells over the top of the shirt, and a pair of high heeled shoes. Her hair is straight and pushed all to one side and it looks as it were freshly dyed purple at the ends. A sneer contorts her pretty baby face and "What was so urgent that you needed to meet me here? I all but had to sneak away from everything just to get here…"

I smile coolly hiding any emotion on my face, as I lean back I can already sense the hostility radiating off of her, "Please have a seat, Shadow."

Her reaction to me calling her pet name is priceless, her eyes are as wide as saucers. Slowly she sits across the table from me her expression guarded. I notice on her wrist there is a newly inked trail of stars, music notes, and symbols. "What is this Honor?" I say catching her wrist as she goes to prop her chin on her hand.

"None of your business Randy." Her voice is smooth and ice cold, I hear my tone in her voice. "What did you need to talk to me about?"

"Us." I inform her and anger swallows her features, she'll let it simmer not saying a word to me.

"Us." She laughs dryly. "There is no us." Her brown eyes are hard and I feel like she all of a sudden hates me.

"Oh there is an 'us' Honor. There's always been an 'us'. There will always be an 'us'. Whatever this attitude you're projecting you'd better get rid of it real fast. It's not going to stop you from stomping all over Punk's heart. It's damn sure not going to stop you from running back to me when he rejects you. He tries hard enough just to keep you satisfied. He's not me. I'm exactly what you want."

"Randy," she sighs tired of everything, "what is your problem? Why do you do this to me?"

"You're living in la-la land somewhere with the jerk of the month Honor. I don't like repeating myself so listen, and listen well." Her eyes soften and she almost breaks down again. I lean forward, "You and Punk are cute, but you'll always be mine." That came out coarser than I expected.

"You and everyone keeps telling me that." She rolls her eyes to the ceiling probably forbidding herself from crying. "I'm not yours for the last time. You can't claim me like I'm an animal. Has it ever occurred to you that that's the exact reason why I'm not with you? I'm not an object. You did not pay for me in a store."

No. I didn't think I was being that way. "I think I finally understand that story about the fish. I'm going to give you a reply to it," I purse my lips grabbing the cup of Diet Coke I'd been drinking. "You said a fish keeps fighting," she nods at my pause, "well it also goes with the flow to when it's in calm waters. It can still have its freedom too."

"You remembered what I said?" Honor swallows hard, looking through me again.

I roll my eyes, "Give me more credit than that, I do listen to you."

Honor says nothing and looks away, my fingers find their way to her hair, "We went back to the purple eh?"

Softly she smiles, then pushes her hair out of her face behind her ear, "Yeah, I decided to treat myself. Indulgence type thing."

"What about this?" I trace the hazy trail of symbols, music notes, and stars up her wrist. "I know why I have mine." I say glancing at my arms, my eyes resting on the tattoo I got for my daughter.

"The different color stars are for my moods and my favorite shapes are stars. The music notes are the music to my favorite song. The zodiac symbols all lead into the much larger Pisces symbol; there are bits and pieces of each of the preceding zodiac signs that show up in the Pisces."

I nod at her, I love it when we're just having conversations like this. She's so animated and full of passion when she speaks at times it can get a little awkward, but I think it's so cute. "What is your favorite song?"

"It changes all the time, but my all-time favorite song is Good Enough by Evanescence. You don't listen to them."

I wrack my brain trying to put a picture of the band together. They sound like one of those whiney crying bands. "Are those words intertwining the symbols together?" She smiles again and nods, "What does it say?"

She looks directly at me reciting the words, "I've completely lost myself and I don't mind…I can't say no to you, shouldn't have let you conquer me completely. Now I can't let go of this dream can't believe that I feel, good enough. I feel good enough. It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good. And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall, pour real life down on me, cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough. Am I good enough for you to love me too? So take care what you ask of me cause I can't say no…" as she says the words I look on amazed at how the tiny script winds around her arm linking the stars to the zodiac symbols. The music notes are underlining the trail as it wraps up her forearm.

"That's really something…" Honor laughs at my reaction because I'm fucking confused as to how to respond to that.

"Well you asked." She smirks, then her phone rings. I see she's got a new phone in a strange looking case. It's nice to see she hasn't lost her bizarre quality, "Hey babe… Chick-fil-A… You're too vegetarian for my tastes," Punk would ruin the moment, "Yeah I'm picking up some food…No…Randy and I got caught up talking. I'll be back in a little bit…Okay I love you too."

I love you too. Hearing the sing song tone in her voice pisses me off again. She's lying to herself and him. Once she hangs up with him she gets up and tucks the strange creature phone into her back pocket. She goes up to the counter to order, I follow her up to the counter to wait with her for her food.

"What the hell kind of case is that Honor?" I ask towing her backward and pulling the device from her pocket she tries to snatch her phone. I hold it away from her teasing her, though she's wearing high enough heels she still can't reach above me to get it.

"Randy really? We're in public… It's Stitch from Lilo and Stitch. Give it back and behave." I tickle her sides and she almost screams, "Randy stop!"

"Okay," I let her calm down, then I pull her close and she stiffens at the contact, hesitating. I pull her mouth to mine wishing I could have her right then and there. Honor doesn't pull away from me she doesn't push me away, she deepens the kiss slipping me a little tongue action. I can't think straight all I want is her in every way possible.