[You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]Chapter 14 Happy DaysChristine walked over to Dan. Their eyes met. He had not looked at her this way since they first met.
They had first met backstage during a meeting for an upcoming match between Dan and Ellis. Christine performed in ring managerial duties for Ellis. Out of the ring they had a relationship. Dan was jealous of that and everything else about Ellis. Ellis was getting the push from management. They thought Dan was green, but he was green in a different way.
Christine
Dan
Dan
Christine
Christine ran over to the bed and put her arms around him. It felt comforting. More comforting than anything he had felt in the past few days. He barely remembered what happened, but he recalled the situation that Joe was in.
Dan
What happened? What happened to Dave?
Christine
Shh. Calm down.
Christine laid Dan back down on the bed. He had sat upright suddenly when his concerned was raised about the situation.
Christine
He's fine. The cops saved him.
Dan
Thank God.
Christine
You know you don't believe in God.
Dan
What...?
Christine looked at him with pleasant and pretty eyes. Her smile grew more prettier and brighter.
Dan
What did you just say?
Dan looked bewildered at her.
Christine
Calm down. I said I'll be right back. I need to use the restroom.
With that she got up and walked. She smiled at him as she shut the door behind her. Dan wondered what she had meant.
You know what she meant.
Dan looked around the room.
Dan
Where did that voice come from?
Stop playing around.
Dan
Weird. I just heard a voice from out of nowhere.
Stop the crap.
Dan laid back down on the bed and smiled. Everything was going to be alright.
No it is not going to be alright. You are doing it again.
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FUCK! Leave me alone!
No I won't leave you alone. I am a part of you. Haven't you learned that by now.
You know what? You aren't a part of me. This is some sort of evil shit that I don't know about yet. I am going to get to the bottom of this.
C'mon. You don't believe in that stuff.
You ruined the story. How did you mess with my writing?
Like I said: I am a part of you.
Can you please go away? I need some alone time.
You seem to have a lot of alone time lately.
Yes. I need it. Now if you will leave that would be good.
No it wouldn't.
Yes it would be, because then I would be able to finish this chapter.
You know what. Go ahead. Go ahead then.
Thank you.
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Christine walked over to the waiting room. As she turned the corner she found Mel sitting there. He had stayed overnight. Christine sat down next to him. He looked up.
Mel
How is he doing?
Christine
He's doing great. I just spoke to him.
Mel
He's awake?
Christine
Yes, but he isn't taking any visitors now. Did you hear anything from Joe?
Mel
No. He was pretty angry about this whole situation.
Christine
Have you tried calling him?
Mel
No actually. I wouldn't dare.
Christine
That was last night. You should check up on him.
Mel
I will...
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Where are you going?
To the toilet.
Really? Right now? In the middle of this.
Dude, people have to go to the toilet sometimes.
Close the door man.
Hey, like YOU said. You are a part of me.
Dan sits down on the toilet and picks up a magazine laying around.
Oh look at this. Lindsay Lohan is probably going to jail again.
That issue is old.
Yeah but I read them over. I just found this thing somewhere.
Right...
Anyways. Let's see what else I have.
Dan puts down the People Magazine. He scours the magazine rack until he finds a Playboy mag.
Put that down.
Why?
You are going to be distracted.
From what?
From what I have to say to you.
I'm not listening to you.
Dan reaches into his pocket and pulls out his iPod. He starts playing some music.
Dan!
Can't hear you...
Dan starts headbanging to Pitiful, by Sick Puppies. There is a plop in the toilet.
UGGHH!! IT SMELLS!
Yup. That's how shit smells.
Dan flushes the toilet. He realizes he is done and wipes his ass and flushes the paper down the toilet aswell.
TAKE THOSE THINGS OFF!
mm mmm pitiful... da da da
DAN!
I'm going to continue the story whilst listening to my iPod.
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Mel
Where is Jude?
Christine
One of the nurses are taking care of him.
Mel
Can I ask you something?
Christine turned to him
Christine
Sure.
Mel looked down.
Christine
What is it?
Mel
This may be a little too personal.
Christine thought for a while.
Christine
Go ahead.
Mel
Well I know Jude is just about one year old.
Christine
Yes. He turns one in October.
Mel
Well excuse me for asking but how old are you?
Christine giggles a little.
Christine
I'm forty.
Mel
And I think Dan is about forty two ish?
Christine
He turns forty four in September.
Mel
He looks pretty young for his age.
Christine
Yeah I know.
Mel
You are very lucky to have him
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You ETA.
What?
Stop flattering yourself.
Dan put the headphones back on.
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Christine looks at him suspiciously.
Christine
What's this about?
Mel
Well umm at your ages.
Christine suddenly changes to almost a knowing look.
Christine
How did we have Jude?
Mel
Yes. I'm sorry.
Christine
It's okay.
There was a pause. Mel just waited.
Christine
Jude isn't my baby.
Mel's eyes widened a bit then seemed sympathetic. Christine saw this and sought to correct Mel's assumption. Before Mel could speak Christine cut him off.
Christine
Jude is my grandson.
Mel's eyes exploded.
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Dan's phone rang. He looked over. It was moving across the desk with it's vibration weight rotating at high speeds inside the phone.
Pick it up.
Be quiet.
Dan reached for the phone.
Chris
Dan. Where the fuck are you?
It was Chris. Dan knew what this was about
Chris
Just because you lost the title, injured your arm, and your knee doesn't mean you can be absent for a whole week.
Dan
I am hurting.
Chris
I know you are, but theres no excuse for this. There is no excuse for not answering your calls, and not showing up.
Dan
I know
Chris
Look. Despite your recent irresponsible actions you are not fired. In fact you have a match this weekend.
Dan
I do?
Chris
Yes. Against Ryan Apollos. I will be interested to see if this young kid will be my new project. Or maybe you still have what it takes.
Dan
Looked at his arm.
Chris
I'd send you a get well better card but I have a feeling that's not your thing. See you this Saturday champ...
Before Dan could reply Chris put down the phone.
That asshole.
Yeah... I think you should be worrying about that match. Close that notebook for a while.
Maybe later.
Maybe now.
Shut up.
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Christine
You see Dan and I had a son...
Christine looked at the ground.
Christine
Jude was our son. When he grew up he had Jude Jr. with his wife Elizabeth. One night, about six months ago, he and Elizabeth went to a dinner party. They left Jude Jr. with a baby sitter. On their drive back a drunk driver hit them.
Tears rolled down Christine's cheeks.
Mel
I'm so sorry.
They hugged.
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That is the lamest thing I have ever heard.
..... Shut the fuck up.
Seriously. HAHAHAHHAHAHA!
That's it I'm going to the gym.
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Dan looked around the hospital room. He had just woken up after another nap. He had done nothing but sleep since he got here. He was starting to get restless.
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FUCK!
What is it? Writers Block?
You knew that. Fuck off.
Great. Now you can move on to better things.
Like what?
Like focusing on your match this Saturday against Apollos.
Apollos? Who the fuck is he anyways?
Exactly. Let's see he is twenty years old...
I didn't really want to know...
Honestly you can beat him easily.
I know I can.
What?
You are too confident sometimes. You didn't even ask why I think you can beat him.
Ummm... cause hes a loser?
Well you can say that. He is a little cookoo. Not like you though.
Well he lives in fantasy land most of the time. Thinking about monsters and stuff and going to Japan.
Weird.
Yeah.
But how is that supposed to help me beat him?
You'll see...
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Oh and don't even think about putting that stupid disclaimer.
...Fine.