Post by #ChewySweettartsLife on Apr 20, 2013 22:40:56 GMT -6
April 17th, 2013
My Dearest Dom,
We have fought so much over the past couple of weeks, but it’s time for me to make myself clear once and for all.
I find myself becoming more and more angry with the Riley situation. I don’t feel as though it was ever truly resolved, just glossed over for the time being. Now I’m deeply troubled by that tag team partner of yours, Malcolm Drake.
Ascension on Wednesday, the most recent blow I’ve had to endure when it comes to this nonsense with Riley. That promo you cut… Maybe someone who doesn’t know you as well as I do might have believed you were looking forward to that match. But I can see through you when you’re spouting bullshit.
Wearing her shirt? You told me you got rid of that rag. You know it ticks me off, how you act over her. You claim to have cut all ties, yet there are signs pointing to the opposite… Playing video games with her? What else don’t I know? Secret texts? Fan forums, maybe? I don’t spy on you Dom, I don’t hack into your private shit… But I have to admit, sometimes it’s pretty darn tempting.
The night of your match, you made me feel like absolute shit. All night, as it got closer to bell time, you got more and more mopey. Damn near depressed, even. You didn’t even act that crappy before OUR match at Invincible. In fact, you seemed like you were looking forward to it. You weren’t on Twitter expressing how much you don’t want to fight me.
But god damn, you couldn’t express enough how much you didn’t want to fight Riley. So much that you were planning before the match even happened of going out to get drunk, to drown the “psychic burden” of having to face her.
After the match, you helped her. Knowing how I’d feel about that, knowing what it made you look like to many of our friends… You helped her up. Not only up, you helped her all the way to the locker room. I wonder if you even noticed I was gone by the time you got yourself checked on, showered and changed. I came to that stage… I know I didn’t need to use words to let you know how I felt about what you were doing… You did it anyway. That’s why I drove off to hang out with Brandon that night. You needed to drink to ease your mental pain of fighting that hack. I needed to get stoned to get out of my own head for a little while.
You heeled me out over and over when it comes to her. I hate people teasing you about her. It’s embarrassing to me as well as you and the fact that it doesn’t stop doesn’t help me relax or calm down about anything. I can’t just roll with this one like I normally would because way too many people have gotten on you about it now. And these are people that are friends of mine, people I can trust on some level.
I’m getting angry again just thinking of it all, and I haven’t even touched on my reservations with your hesitation at allowing me to meet Malcolm Drake. I know you said he doesn’t “approve” of me, but I honestly can’t understand why that would be! He doesn’t know me at all, he’s never met me, he’s never seen me work… So what the hell is his problem?
I worry because I feel like you become someone else when you’re with him and if the hints people have dropped to me are true, it’s not someone I can be with. It scares me to think that these whispers could be true…
I don’t know what to do anymore Dom. I feel like when we’re up, we’re in the clouds and nothing can touch us, but when we come crashing down, all I want to do is run.
What should we do, Dom? I feel like we’re so good together most of the time, but when the ground starts to shake, I don’t know where we’re going to land again. I need a sign Dom, something to let me know that you and I are worth holding on to. Because as time passes and these challenges we face as a couple keep piling up, I become less and less sure of whether we are or not.
I don’t mean to put it to you in a note, right before I leave for California, but I didn’t know how else to express it. It’s so easy to get lost in your eyes and forget any troubles exist. But the sad thing is, that only happens when we’re together. And given our schedules, we’ve been finding ourselves apart more and more.
I want you to think about things while I’m in Cali. I know I will… I’ve got some decisions to make coming up here and I really want you to be a part of them.
I love you. I do. Know that above all else.
Heather
That’s the note that resides in the envelope in Heather Halliwell’s hand. She sits on the edge of the bed, her bags packed, ready to leave for San Diego. Dom is fast asleep next to her, completely unaware of her inner turmoil, trying to decide whether to leave this for him or leave well enough alone.
As carefully as possible, she slides off the bed and walks to Dom’s side of the bed. She looks down on his face, caressing it tenderly. Dom stirs slightly but her touch doesn’t wake him. With a sigh, Heather makes her decision and leaves the note under his phone for him to find when he wakes up. As quiet as a mouse, she gathers up her jacket, suitcase and purse and heads to the door. She looks back on him one more time only to see that he hasn’t moved. With a nod to herself, she makes her exit…
April 19th
Heather sits quietly in the hospital room on Jonathan Collins, her friend and confidante from Exodus Wrestling, where she was competing on Sunday night before returning to Philadelphia on Monday to wrestle on Disclosure for PDW.
Jonathan was still in his coma, stable but unresponsive. Fiona Rourke, Jon’s girlfriend, had gone out for a little while. She needed to go home and take a shower, change her clothes and bring a few things for Jonathan in the hope that he’d wake up soon. Robbie, Jon’s brother, she’d passed in the hall on his way to the cafeteria. She also passed one of Dom’s FGA enemies, Johnny Blayze who had apparently also come to take vigil on Jonathan’s bedside.
At the present, Heather sat directly in front of Jon, just staring at him as if waiting for him to come out of his coma. She had one of his hands in hers. Even though it was slack and cold from the lack of movement in it, it was comforting to be near him. She had finally opened the package he’d left for her following Invincible. In that package had been some… Disturbing videos and letters, letting him know he believed in her and…
Heather: I don’t know what to do with what you showed me, Jon.
Her voice is hoarse, still sore from all the crying she’d done earlier in the day after watching the horrible videos. She’s still trembling slightly, her head is spinning.
To put it simply, Heather Halliwell is a mess.
All the information that was put on her today was too much to process at once and at the moment, she was literally a shell of herself. This is how she found herself at the bedside of the comatose Jon Collins. The man who had opened her eyes to something that had been bugging her for a while…
Heather: I need a sign, Jon. You’ve had my back since you met me… Now I feel like I need your help more than ever…
Heather gazes at him hopefully. Anything at this point would have been enough. A stir of his fingers. A flutter of the eyes.
But all she got in response was the same silent, still nothing. Heather bows her head over his hand closes her eyes, thinking hard. The images of the videos haunted her and everytime she closed her eyes again, they came rushing back, one after the other. Her eyes pop open again and she looks up to find that… Nothing has changed. Why would it?
Heather: I know you’re still in there. I need you to use some cosmic force to let me know the right direction to go in from here on out…
It was about then that Fiona walks in the room. She looks slightly exhausted but she smiles warmly at Heather and thanks her for being there with Jon while the normal guards took a rest. Heather smiles and assures her it was no problem and she’d be happy to do it again. She gets up, putting Jon’s hand back on the bed. She leans down and gives him a peck on the forehead and asks him to wake up soon. As she leaves the hospital, she pulls out her phone and checks her messages. Nobody out of the blue, just Dom, Cordy and one from Star. She sends quick responses off to all of them before signing into TweetDeck and attempts to find some amusement on her timeline.
Much to her surprise, she sees an invite to dinner that night from Adrien Cochrane and his girlfriend Adri Rivers. She smiles and accepts the invite immediately, finally gaining a little pep in her step. Once out of the hospital, the warm sun hits her face. She looks up, taking in the warmth and for the first time that day, she feels a glimmer of hope.
My Dearest Dom,
We have fought so much over the past couple of weeks, but it’s time for me to make myself clear once and for all.
I find myself becoming more and more angry with the Riley situation. I don’t feel as though it was ever truly resolved, just glossed over for the time being. Now I’m deeply troubled by that tag team partner of yours, Malcolm Drake.
Ascension on Wednesday, the most recent blow I’ve had to endure when it comes to this nonsense with Riley. That promo you cut… Maybe someone who doesn’t know you as well as I do might have believed you were looking forward to that match. But I can see through you when you’re spouting bullshit.
Wearing her shirt? You told me you got rid of that rag. You know it ticks me off, how you act over her. You claim to have cut all ties, yet there are signs pointing to the opposite… Playing video games with her? What else don’t I know? Secret texts? Fan forums, maybe? I don’t spy on you Dom, I don’t hack into your private shit… But I have to admit, sometimes it’s pretty darn tempting.
The night of your match, you made me feel like absolute shit. All night, as it got closer to bell time, you got more and more mopey. Damn near depressed, even. You didn’t even act that crappy before OUR match at Invincible. In fact, you seemed like you were looking forward to it. You weren’t on Twitter expressing how much you don’t want to fight me.
But god damn, you couldn’t express enough how much you didn’t want to fight Riley. So much that you were planning before the match even happened of going out to get drunk, to drown the “psychic burden” of having to face her.
After the match, you helped her. Knowing how I’d feel about that, knowing what it made you look like to many of our friends… You helped her up. Not only up, you helped her all the way to the locker room. I wonder if you even noticed I was gone by the time you got yourself checked on, showered and changed. I came to that stage… I know I didn’t need to use words to let you know how I felt about what you were doing… You did it anyway. That’s why I drove off to hang out with Brandon that night. You needed to drink to ease your mental pain of fighting that hack. I needed to get stoned to get out of my own head for a little while.
You heeled me out over and over when it comes to her. I hate people teasing you about her. It’s embarrassing to me as well as you and the fact that it doesn’t stop doesn’t help me relax or calm down about anything. I can’t just roll with this one like I normally would because way too many people have gotten on you about it now. And these are people that are friends of mine, people I can trust on some level.
I’m getting angry again just thinking of it all, and I haven’t even touched on my reservations with your hesitation at allowing me to meet Malcolm Drake. I know you said he doesn’t “approve” of me, but I honestly can’t understand why that would be! He doesn’t know me at all, he’s never met me, he’s never seen me work… So what the hell is his problem?
I worry because I feel like you become someone else when you’re with him and if the hints people have dropped to me are true, it’s not someone I can be with. It scares me to think that these whispers could be true…
I don’t know what to do anymore Dom. I feel like when we’re up, we’re in the clouds and nothing can touch us, but when we come crashing down, all I want to do is run.
What should we do, Dom? I feel like we’re so good together most of the time, but when the ground starts to shake, I don’t know where we’re going to land again. I need a sign Dom, something to let me know that you and I are worth holding on to. Because as time passes and these challenges we face as a couple keep piling up, I become less and less sure of whether we are or not.
I don’t mean to put it to you in a note, right before I leave for California, but I didn’t know how else to express it. It’s so easy to get lost in your eyes and forget any troubles exist. But the sad thing is, that only happens when we’re together. And given our schedules, we’ve been finding ourselves apart more and more.
I want you to think about things while I’m in Cali. I know I will… I’ve got some decisions to make coming up here and I really want you to be a part of them.
I love you. I do. Know that above all else.
Heather
That’s the note that resides in the envelope in Heather Halliwell’s hand. She sits on the edge of the bed, her bags packed, ready to leave for San Diego. Dom is fast asleep next to her, completely unaware of her inner turmoil, trying to decide whether to leave this for him or leave well enough alone.
As carefully as possible, she slides off the bed and walks to Dom’s side of the bed. She looks down on his face, caressing it tenderly. Dom stirs slightly but her touch doesn’t wake him. With a sigh, Heather makes her decision and leaves the note under his phone for him to find when he wakes up. As quiet as a mouse, she gathers up her jacket, suitcase and purse and heads to the door. She looks back on him one more time only to see that he hasn’t moved. With a nod to herself, she makes her exit…
April 19th
Heather sits quietly in the hospital room on Jonathan Collins, her friend and confidante from Exodus Wrestling, where she was competing on Sunday night before returning to Philadelphia on Monday to wrestle on Disclosure for PDW.
Jonathan was still in his coma, stable but unresponsive. Fiona Rourke, Jon’s girlfriend, had gone out for a little while. She needed to go home and take a shower, change her clothes and bring a few things for Jonathan in the hope that he’d wake up soon. Robbie, Jon’s brother, she’d passed in the hall on his way to the cafeteria. She also passed one of Dom’s FGA enemies, Johnny Blayze who had apparently also come to take vigil on Jonathan’s bedside.
At the present, Heather sat directly in front of Jon, just staring at him as if waiting for him to come out of his coma. She had one of his hands in hers. Even though it was slack and cold from the lack of movement in it, it was comforting to be near him. She had finally opened the package he’d left for her following Invincible. In that package had been some… Disturbing videos and letters, letting him know he believed in her and…
Heather: I don’t know what to do with what you showed me, Jon.
Her voice is hoarse, still sore from all the crying she’d done earlier in the day after watching the horrible videos. She’s still trembling slightly, her head is spinning.
To put it simply, Heather Halliwell is a mess.
All the information that was put on her today was too much to process at once and at the moment, she was literally a shell of herself. This is how she found herself at the bedside of the comatose Jon Collins. The man who had opened her eyes to something that had been bugging her for a while…
Heather: I need a sign, Jon. You’ve had my back since you met me… Now I feel like I need your help more than ever…
Heather gazes at him hopefully. Anything at this point would have been enough. A stir of his fingers. A flutter of the eyes.
But all she got in response was the same silent, still nothing. Heather bows her head over his hand closes her eyes, thinking hard. The images of the videos haunted her and everytime she closed her eyes again, they came rushing back, one after the other. Her eyes pop open again and she looks up to find that… Nothing has changed. Why would it?
Heather: I know you’re still in there. I need you to use some cosmic force to let me know the right direction to go in from here on out…
It was about then that Fiona walks in the room. She looks slightly exhausted but she smiles warmly at Heather and thanks her for being there with Jon while the normal guards took a rest. Heather smiles and assures her it was no problem and she’d be happy to do it again. She gets up, putting Jon’s hand back on the bed. She leans down and gives him a peck on the forehead and asks him to wake up soon. As she leaves the hospital, she pulls out her phone and checks her messages. Nobody out of the blue, just Dom, Cordy and one from Star. She sends quick responses off to all of them before signing into TweetDeck and attempts to find some amusement on her timeline.
Much to her surprise, she sees an invite to dinner that night from Adrien Cochrane and his girlfriend Adri Rivers. She smiles and accepts the invite immediately, finally gaining a little pep in her step. Once out of the hospital, the warm sun hits her face. She looks up, taking in the warmth and for the first time that day, she feels a glimmer of hope.
