The next morning I'm up early, way before Destiny. I shower quickly while she sleeps, and dress in shorts and a boob tube. I put my hair up in a messy bun and groan as I catch a glimpse of my reflection. "Makeup needed" I mumble to myself. After putting on eyeliner, mascara and lipgloss I still look awful. Great. Randy knocks on the door and walks in. "Thought I heard you up and about" he says quietly. I smile. "Gotta go to the house early" I say. "He's leaving at eleven and I left my key there, so I kinda need him to be there." He nods. "Take the car" he says. "Leave Destiny with me." I nod. "Just need her to wake up first" I laugh. "She hasn't even been fed yet." "She sleeps well" he says hugging me. "Yeah" I grin. "She's really good. Couldn't have asked for a better baby." "Go now" he says. "Uncle Randy will take care of her when she wakes." I look at him. "Go" he says again. I kiss him and run out of the room before he can yell at me again.
Dean has clearly just got up when I get to the house. He opens the door rubbing his eyes. "Hey" he says quietly as I walk past him and head straight upstairs. His mobile is ringing on the nightstand but he makes no attempt to answer it. I grab a load of my clothes and head into Destiny's room to grab some more of her stuff. I'm just heading back downstairs when the house phone rings. Dean ignores that too, following me everywhere. "Don't worry" I snap. "I'm not gonna take anything of yours!" "You already did" he says. "You took my heart, and my daughter." The answerphone on the landline kicks in. "Hey you've reached Jon and Torrie. We're not available right now, but if you leave your name, number and vital statistics...ouch! Ok, just your name and number, the responsible one of us will get back to you as soon as the dominant one has untied them from the headboard. Wait for the beep... I said wait!" The machine beeps. "Hey Jon, it's me." No. Fucking. Way. He groans and shakes his head. "I'm at the performance centre now, I, uh, heard about last night. I'm here if you wanna talk ok?" "Performance centre here I come" I say grabbing everything. His eyes grow wide. "No Tor" he groans. I pause. "Excuse me?" I say, spinning to face him. "Oh, how sweet, trying to protect your little girlfriend are you?" I drop everything and run upstairs, grabbing his phone. Yeah, it was her who called. I run back downstairs and grab the housephone before running out through the kitchen into the back garden. "The fuck are you doing?" he yells, watching me from the deck. I run to the pool and throw the housephone out into the middle, pulling his mobile out of my pocket and throwing that in too. "Are you fucking crazy?" he yells as I run back past him into the hallway. "Nope" I say picking up my stuff. "Just stopping you warning that skank that hurricane Torrie is about to hit her. Hard." I open the door and run to the car, throwing everything in the back before getting in and driving off.
It seems like no time at all until I'm pulling into a parking space at the centre. I don't even bother locking the car, just slam the door and run in. Perfect. She's got her back to me, standing in the ring closest to the door talking to Summer. Summer's eyes nearly pop out of her head as I slide under the bottom rope and pull Renee back by her hair. "Listen to me, and listen to me good" I growl in her ear. "You're a fucking skank. You've ruined my relationship twice now, and that's twice too fucking often for my liking." She looks at me, her mouth opening and closing like she's trying to think of something to say. "Fuck sake Renee" I say. "You look like a fucking goldfish. Difference is, goldfish are pretty to look at. You're just pretty, pathetic." With that, I slap her. It's so loud Mark looks up from the other side of the centre. "Shit" he yells. "Torrie!" He runs the length of the centre in a time that would make Usain Bolt look like a tortoise. He grabs me while Summer pulls Renee away. "Torrie" Mark says quietly. I'm still focusing on the home wrecker. "Torrie" he says again. I snap out of it and look at him. "Come on" he says leading me out of the ring. I follow him to the back and he wraps his arm around me. "You ok?" he asks. "Stupid question, I know, so sue me. What do you want us to do?" "Nothing" I say looking at him. "Nothing works. She won't stay away no matter where she's sent. She wins. She can have him. I just needed to get that out of my system. Now I need to get back to Randy and my daughter." He nods. "I'll call you later" he says hugging me. I nod and walk out of the office, straight past the ring where she's being iced by a medic, straight to the car. It's when I sit in the car and shut the door that I realise I'm shaking. I take a few deep breaths and start the car, pulling out of the space and heading back to Randy and Destiny quickly.
Randy is on the doorstep when I get back. He watches as I park the car before he runs down to meet me. "Come here" he says quietly, pulling me to him. He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. "Carrano called me" he explains. I nod. "Need a hand?" he asks, gesturing at the car. I nod again and he grabs practically everything. I pick up the few bits he's missed and lock the car before heading up to the apartment. Roman and Seth are sat playing with Destiny. "We needed to check on our favourite girls" Seth says. I nod. "Where's Tracey?" I ask, dumping the stuff behind the sofa. Seth winces. "On a plane" he says quietly. "No amount of trips to Disneyland would make that relationship work." I nod and sit down. Roman's phone rings and he groans. "Dean?" Seth asks as Roman takes it out of his pocket. I snort. Then I laugh. I laugh till my sides ache and tears are rolling down my face. Roman checks the caller ID and shakes his head at Seth. He rejects the call and all three men look at me. "Spill Torrie Mae" Seth says, warily. I stop laughing and try to look innocent. It doesn't work. "Ok" I sigh. "I may have sent Jon's phone and the house phone to the bottom of the pool..." "You what?" Roman splutters. I shrug. "Skank was calling him" I say. "She left him a message on the landline saying she was at the performance centre. So I threw his phones in the pool so he couldn't warn her and went straight there. Poor bitch didn't know what hit her. Or, should that be, who hit her?" "Again?" Seth groans. Randy nods. "I had Carrano on the phone as Torrie left" he says. "Warned me to watch out for her. Seems like she's doing just fine on her own." I smile. "Yup" I say standing up. "And guess what, my three amigos. I'm coming to Smackdown tonight, even though I'm not on it. How's that for dedication?" They all smile and help me get everything ready for the trip to the arena.