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Friend Or Foe: Chapter 23 Fidgeting and Nervous
“Vio—It's Carmi...” Jeff said quietly. “What!?!” I asked worriedly as I shut my laptop. “She-she was injured earlier tonight. Matt pushed her off the turnbuckle in her match against Michelle McCool...” he trailed off frantically. “They fucking planned that. Fuck Michelle. I'm gonna kill that little bitch, and your bastard of a brother!” I yelled frustrated. “Is she okay,” I asked after calming down. “Yeah, she's okay. But they're keeping her overnight. Do you think you could fly out here early to watch her while John is busy?” he asked.
“Of course. I'm packing my suitcase right now. I'll get the next flight out there,” I told him, zipping up my now packed suitcase. “Alright, we'll be waiting for you. Meet me in the hotel lobby,” and then we hung up. I grabbed my suitcase and jacket then dialed Shane's number without thinking while exiting my house.
“Hey Vio,” he answered but I could hear the edge to his voice. “Hey Shane. I'm guessing you heard,” I said, lamely. “Yeah, you heading to Boston too?” he asked. “Driving to the airport,” I replied. “I'll buy your ticket since I'm already at the airport,” he told me. “Thanks so much, Shane,” I said gratefully. “I'll see you soon,” he said softly. “Right, bye,” and then I shut my phone, climbing into my truck.
We got off the plane, fidgeting and nervous. “Where are we meeting Jeff and John?” Shane asked. “The hotel, that's what Jeff told me,” I replied. Shane nodded, “c'mon he said as we got our bag from baggage claim. We hailed a cab and arrived at the hotel in record timing.
Jeff was waiting for us in the lobby, as promised. “Oh, thanks the Lord. Both of you are here,” Jeff said sounding relieve. “Hospital. NOW!” Shane and I both yelled simultaneously while I pointed a finger toward the door. “Get your bags to your room first. Vio, you're rooming with Carmi. Is that cool?” he asked. I nodded, “C'mon, let's be quick about this.”
We dropped our bags off at our rooms then Jeff drove us in his rental car to the hospital. The nurses nodded to Jeff as we walked in. He led us down the hall and stopped in front of a door. I saw Jeff freeze and tense up. I followed his gaze down the hall. “No fucking shit,” I muttered darkly. Shane noticed Jeff and I staring and he placed a restricting hand on my arm. I pulled out of his vice-like grasp. I stalked forward up to Matt.
“Fuck you, Matt,” I said in a deathly calm voice before I slapped him right across the cheek. His head snapped to the side and a resounding 'smack' rang through the empty halls of the hospital. “Visiting hours are over.” Matt said, quietly. “What?” I asked in disbelief. “That's all you have to say to me? After I just slapped you. All you're gonna say is 'visiting hours are over.' Really? No smart-ass comments. No cheesy references to our past sex life. Are you trying to fool me Matt? Because if you are, it' snot working asshole.” I told him, my voice cold and emotionless.
Matt shook his head, then his brown eyes met mine. I forced myself to keep eye contact. And then, he was kissing me. One hand on the back of my neck, forcing me to stay against him. I tried to push away, but his other hand had my wrists held together, twisted behind my back. I squirmed in his grasp. “What the hell is going on!?!” I barely recognized John's voice. He must have been coming out of Carmi's hospital room.
I finally escaped Matt and stumbled back. I stared at John, but he was glaring at me, obviously wanting nothing to do with me. “Why Violet? Why would you side with Matt. Were you planning this whole this attack on Carmi together? You've been playing us all haven't you. Especially Shane. Oh god, I feel like such a fool. I bet Shane will too when finds out,” John said, shaking his head in disgust.
And then John disappeared back into Carmi's room. Matt and I were silent. Seconds later we heard yelling, Carmi's yelling. “What the fuck do you mean she's still seeing Matt?” Carmi yelled. I turned to yell at Matt myself but when I did, he was gone. Fuck. I'm screwed. I thought, then leaned against the wall and slid down till I was sitting.
I absently heard Carmi's room door opening followed by a soft voice. “Violet?” and then it was interrupted. “JEFF! I came as quickly as I could! Is Carmi okay?” I cringed as I recognized Juli's voice. I hid my face away and hoped she would notice me, she didn't. Jeff directed her into Carmi's hospital room and then he came over to me. He sat down beside and rubbed my back soothingly. “Whatever you got yourself into with my brother, I hope its not true. If it is true, you've broken Shane's heart...again...” Jeff sighed.
I sobbed and looked up at him. I knew my make up was running and smudged but I didn't care. It was Jeff, he'd seen me in a worse state than this. “I'm not doing anything with Matt. He played me. He-he—“ Jeff cut me off. “I don't wanna hear it Violet. No one does. Later, maybe, when everyone has calmed down. I suggest you get your own hotel room. Juli will room with Carmi instead,” he stood, “I'll....talk to you sometime...okay?” and then he walked back into Carmi's buzzing hospital room.
It was Friday again. I was completely alone backstage. I was thankful I had one person who believe me though. Nattie. Thank god for Nattie. But right now she as busy doing something or other and I was warming up for my match against Maryse, the Diva's Champion. That will be my title one day. I promised myself that.
I pulled on my new jacket that matched my new attire. I had new colors though. A white Mickie James-like top that was white with blue and neon green stripes around the the bottom which went up the sides in a flame design. The collar that led to the halter part around my neck was green and blue flames as well. My tights were white as well with blue and green flames from the bottom hem up to about mid-thigh. New white leather boots with blue and green flames one the bottom.
I loved the new attire. And the matching white jacket with a short front and long back with the blue and green flames. I pulled on my white elbow pads then rolled up my tights and slipped on my knee guards. I laced up my boots just when the locker room door opened. I was surprised when I say Carmi standing there. She looked nervous and out of place. She wouldn't meet my eyes and tucked a strand of her multi-colored hair behind her ear.
I fiddled with a strand of my newly dyed blue, green, and naturally brown hair. I grabbed two bobby pins out of my bag and pinned my bangs to the side using the bobby pins and creating an x shape with them. “Violet...What's going on with you? Jeff told me he talked to you, but he didn't explain anything,” she said, sounding confused. “I don't understand, and before I jump to conclusions I want to hear your side of what happened,” She met my eyes finally.
I kept my face composed and emotionless. “I'm not on Matt's side. I'm on Jeff's. I'm not helping Matt. I'm not planning anything with Matt. He can screw himself or McSlut for all I care...” I trailed off, tracing random patterns along my tights. The silence stretched out for what seemed like a lifetime. I sighed and then realized I was crying, my shoulders were shaking slightly.
“Violet...” Carmi's voice was apprehensive. But I could hear her yearning tone. The motherly side of her wanted to reach out and soothe me, but her angered and betrayed side told her no. sHe took a few steps toward me. I looked up at her, “will you come down to the ring with me?” I asked her, blinking and wiping away my tears. She hesitated before responding. She nodded slowly, “yes, I will.” I smiled, relieved. “Thanks Carmi,” I said softly, reaching a hand out and twining my fingers with hers.
She smiled back, stiffly and unnaturally at first. But then she warmed up to me and smiled freely. She leaned down and hugged me tightly. “I believe you Vio, you've got my trust. I should've known better. John, Jeff, and Shane too. I don't even think Shannon heard,” Carmi said with a shrug. “Oh, I doubt that. I'm pretty sure Jeff told everyone he knows,” I said, grimly, looking away.
“Hey, chill out Vio. I've got your back. I'll win John and Jeff back on your side. But Shane is all yours,” she said with a devilish smirk. “If I didn't love you so much I'd kill you,” I muttered and she grinned widely before hugging me again. “I'll meet you here before your match, okay sweetheart?” she said, nodding. I smiled and nodded back then she left the locker room.
Alone again. I hummed softly to myself as I straightened out my attire. I froze when Shane walked into the locker room. “Carmi said you wanted to talk to me...” he said quietly. I turned back to face him. “I guess I do...” I trailed off, walking over to him. His looked me up and down. “You changed you ring colors,” he said, looking surprised. He met my eyes. I shrugged, “I decided it was time for a little change. Several of the divas where different colors each week,” I said indifferently. “But you're not 'several other divas,' you're Violet. You where black and neon green to the ring, you keep you hair died green and purple and brown,” he told me, pointing out different things.
I huffed out a breath, “this isn't what I wanted to talk to you about,” I told him softly. “Then what did you want to talk to me about?” he asked, watching me as I walked over to my bag and pulled my phone out. I checked the time then turned back to him. “I don't love Matt. You know that. I don't like Matt. I—I don't know what to tell you that will make me believe you—,” he cut me off, “tell me you love me.”
I stared at him, “Shane I...”
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“Of course. I'm packing my suitcase right now. I'll get the next flight out there,” I told him, zipping up my now packed suitcase. “Alright, we'll be waiting for you. Meet me in the hotel lobby,” and then we hung up. I grabbed my suitcase and jacket then dialed Shane's number without thinking while exiting my house.
“Hey Vio,” he answered but I could hear the edge to his voice. “Hey Shane. I'm guessing you heard,” I said, lamely. “Yeah, you heading to Boston too?” he asked. “Driving to the airport,” I replied. “I'll buy your ticket since I'm already at the airport,” he told me. “Thanks so much, Shane,” I said gratefully. “I'll see you soon,” he said softly. “Right, bye,” and then I shut my phone, climbing into my truck.
We got off the plane, fidgeting and nervous. “Where are we meeting Jeff and John?” Shane asked. “The hotel, that's what Jeff told me,” I replied. Shane nodded, “c'mon he said as we got our bag from baggage claim. We hailed a cab and arrived at the hotel in record timing.
Jeff was waiting for us in the lobby, as promised. “Oh, thanks the Lord. Both of you are here,” Jeff said sounding relieve. “Hospital. NOW!” Shane and I both yelled simultaneously while I pointed a finger toward the door. “Get your bags to your room first. Vio, you're rooming with Carmi. Is that cool?” he asked. I nodded, “C'mon, let's be quick about this.”
We dropped our bags off at our rooms then Jeff drove us in his rental car to the hospital. The nurses nodded to Jeff as we walked in. He led us down the hall and stopped in front of a door. I saw Jeff freeze and tense up. I followed his gaze down the hall. “No fucking shit,” I muttered darkly. Shane noticed Jeff and I staring and he placed a restricting hand on my arm. I pulled out of his vice-like grasp. I stalked forward up to Matt.
“Fuck you, Matt,” I said in a deathly calm voice before I slapped him right across the cheek. His head snapped to the side and a resounding 'smack' rang through the empty halls of the hospital. “Visiting hours are over.” Matt said, quietly. “What?” I asked in disbelief. “That's all you have to say to me? After I just slapped you. All you're gonna say is 'visiting hours are over.' Really? No smart-ass comments. No cheesy references to our past sex life. Are you trying to fool me Matt? Because if you are, it' snot working asshole.” I told him, my voice cold and emotionless.
Matt shook his head, then his brown eyes met mine. I forced myself to keep eye contact. And then, he was kissing me. One hand on the back of my neck, forcing me to stay against him. I tried to push away, but his other hand had my wrists held together, twisted behind my back. I squirmed in his grasp. “What the hell is going on!?!” I barely recognized John's voice. He must have been coming out of Carmi's hospital room.
I finally escaped Matt and stumbled back. I stared at John, but he was glaring at me, obviously wanting nothing to do with me. “Why Violet? Why would you side with Matt. Were you planning this whole this attack on Carmi together? You've been playing us all haven't you. Especially Shane. Oh god, I feel like such a fool. I bet Shane will too when finds out,” John said, shaking his head in disgust.
And then John disappeared back into Carmi's room. Matt and I were silent. Seconds later we heard yelling, Carmi's yelling. “What the fuck do you mean she's still seeing Matt?” Carmi yelled. I turned to yell at Matt myself but when I did, he was gone. Fuck. I'm screwed. I thought, then leaned against the wall and slid down till I was sitting.
I absently heard Carmi's room door opening followed by a soft voice. “Violet?” and then it was interrupted. “JEFF! I came as quickly as I could! Is Carmi okay?” I cringed as I recognized Juli's voice. I hid my face away and hoped she would notice me, she didn't. Jeff directed her into Carmi's hospital room and then he came over to me. He sat down beside and rubbed my back soothingly. “Whatever you got yourself into with my brother, I hope its not true. If it is true, you've broken Shane's heart...again...” Jeff sighed.
I sobbed and looked up at him. I knew my make up was running and smudged but I didn't care. It was Jeff, he'd seen me in a worse state than this. “I'm not doing anything with Matt. He played me. He-he—“ Jeff cut me off. “I don't wanna hear it Violet. No one does. Later, maybe, when everyone has calmed down. I suggest you get your own hotel room. Juli will room with Carmi instead,” he stood, “I'll....talk to you sometime...okay?” and then he walked back into Carmi's buzzing hospital room.
It was Friday again. I was completely alone backstage. I was thankful I had one person who believe me though. Nattie. Thank god for Nattie. But right now she as busy doing something or other and I was warming up for my match against Maryse, the Diva's Champion. That will be my title one day. I promised myself that.
I pulled on my new jacket that matched my new attire. I had new colors though. A white Mickie James-like top that was white with blue and neon green stripes around the the bottom which went up the sides in a flame design. The collar that led to the halter part around my neck was green and blue flames as well. My tights were white as well with blue and green flames from the bottom hem up to about mid-thigh. New white leather boots with blue and green flames one the bottom.
I loved the new attire. And the matching white jacket with a short front and long back with the blue and green flames. I pulled on my white elbow pads then rolled up my tights and slipped on my knee guards. I laced up my boots just when the locker room door opened. I was surprised when I say Carmi standing there. She looked nervous and out of place. She wouldn't meet my eyes and tucked a strand of her multi-colored hair behind her ear.
I fiddled with a strand of my newly dyed blue, green, and naturally brown hair. I grabbed two bobby pins out of my bag and pinned my bangs to the side using the bobby pins and creating an x shape with them. “Violet...What's going on with you? Jeff told me he talked to you, but he didn't explain anything,” she said, sounding confused. “I don't understand, and before I jump to conclusions I want to hear your side of what happened,” She met my eyes finally.
I kept my face composed and emotionless. “I'm not on Matt's side. I'm on Jeff's. I'm not helping Matt. I'm not planning anything with Matt. He can screw himself or McSlut for all I care...” I trailed off, tracing random patterns along my tights. The silence stretched out for what seemed like a lifetime. I sighed and then realized I was crying, my shoulders were shaking slightly.
“Violet...” Carmi's voice was apprehensive. But I could hear her yearning tone. The motherly side of her wanted to reach out and soothe me, but her angered and betrayed side told her no. sHe took a few steps toward me. I looked up at her, “will you come down to the ring with me?” I asked her, blinking and wiping away my tears. She hesitated before responding. She nodded slowly, “yes, I will.” I smiled, relieved. “Thanks Carmi,” I said softly, reaching a hand out and twining my fingers with hers.
She smiled back, stiffly and unnaturally at first. But then she warmed up to me and smiled freely. She leaned down and hugged me tightly. “I believe you Vio, you've got my trust. I should've known better. John, Jeff, and Shane too. I don't even think Shannon heard,” Carmi said with a shrug. “Oh, I doubt that. I'm pretty sure Jeff told everyone he knows,” I said, grimly, looking away.
“Hey, chill out Vio. I've got your back. I'll win John and Jeff back on your side. But Shane is all yours,” she said with a devilish smirk. “If I didn't love you so much I'd kill you,” I muttered and she grinned widely before hugging me again. “I'll meet you here before your match, okay sweetheart?” she said, nodding. I smiled and nodded back then she left the locker room.
Alone again. I hummed softly to myself as I straightened out my attire. I froze when Shane walked into the locker room. “Carmi said you wanted to talk to me...” he said quietly. I turned back to face him. “I guess I do...” I trailed off, walking over to him. His looked me up and down. “You changed you ring colors,” he said, looking surprised. He met my eyes. I shrugged, “I decided it was time for a little change. Several of the divas where different colors each week,” I said indifferently. “But you're not 'several other divas,' you're Violet. You where black and neon green to the ring, you keep you hair died green and purple and brown,” he told me, pointing out different things.
I huffed out a breath, “this isn't what I wanted to talk to you about,” I told him softly. “Then what did you want to talk to me about?” he asked, watching me as I walked over to my bag and pulled my phone out. I checked the time then turned back to him. “I don't love Matt. You know that. I don't like Matt. I—I don't know what to tell you that will make me believe you—,” he cut me off, “tell me you love me.”
I stared at him, “Shane I...”
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