Post by Amber Richards on May 10, 2016 0:05:40 GMT
What would mother say?
My eyes spring open. The darkness in the room is disorientating and confusing. For a moment I don’t know where I am. The panic overtakes me and I sit up. Then I hear it. A snore. Loud and beast like. I let out a deep sigh of relief. The sound of Renee laying next to me, his natural smell filling me, the warmth from him making me feel secure, warm, happy.
I swallow and slide from the bed needing to use the bathroom. Afterward I wash my hands and look down before splashing my face. The cool water refreshing me and washing the feelings. Or so I thought…
You were supposed to protect her….
I spun around. There was no one. I looked out from the bathroom into the bedroom where Renee was still snoring. His large, hairy, muscular body heaving as he rolled over and let out a fart. Yes that’s my man. I couldn’t help but laugh and shake my head. I turned back to close the medicine cabinet, as I did I caught a glimpse of someone in the mirror and a voice, ghostly, louder this time….mother?
I trusted you.
My breath became steam. It got cold as my already pale skin got whiter, goosebumps appearing. My arms wrapped around myself as I stepped towards the door. I could still hear Renee’s snoring as it gave me solice. Surely he would have heard something. Anything. I looked out towards the door and stepped through. There was no one….
Nothing.
I smiled as the relief washed over me. I slide back into bed and snuggled up to Renee. His beard feeling funny but warm and familiar. It calmed me and the feeling went away. I calmed, my heart slowing. My body relaxing, I drifted deeper and deeper. And just as I crossed the threshold from the world of the living into that sweet embrace of lady dream….
HOW COULD YOU!
I sat up again, a figure was in the chair near the window, I turned and turned on the light but she was gone, my chest heaved, my eyes darted and Renee groaned and sat up. “Lamb?..wha…wha’s wrong?” I swallowed hard, I closed my eyes and Renee put his hand on my shoulder. “Lamb….ya ok?....”
“Yeah…I…….no…I mean….I thought I saw something….”
Renee smiled and pulled me against his huge chest, I listened to his heartbeat, I focused on it and the feeling of his large, rough hands on me. “Nothin ‘ere but us Amber. Ah won’ let anything ‘urt ya….nothin…” I gave him a nod and look around. Was I crazy?. Was I sane?...was this a trick?.....
All of the options were scary…and all of them made it impossible for me to sleep….
Amber stands near a VWS backdrop, her hands behind her back in a black leather jacket, an Amber Richards shirt and black torn jeans with biker boots. Her black and blue hair flowing down her body.
“Riddle me this…riddle me that…who’s afraid of the tatted slag?......”
Amber laughs and steps forward sliding her hand through her hair throwing it to one side.
“I walked in here and people said “she’s lost a step”…”she had kids and won’t be the real Amber…”…All I heard was how Kayla was better, how Kayla was the finished product and I was a washed up prototype. I saw it on twitter, I saw it on facebook and message boards, I heard it from “fans” at events.”
“And I heard it from other women signed to this company. But After this week I trust the bullshit has stopped?....”
“I trust that I have served notice that at 25 years old Amber fucking Richards is not a spent force?. You know who didn’t ever think that?. You know who looked in my eyes and saw the passion and anger?. Do you know who the one FUCKING person was that knew I was still a damn champion?...”
“Ana…..Ana Valentine…..”
Amber scoffs and slides her hands into her jeans.
“The woman who has been responsible for the most professional pain I have ever felt. The woman who has broken bones on me, shortened my career, almost killed me…she’s the one who believed me. And why?...hmm?..why did my greatest rival and adversary have my back?....”
“Because she knows me better than anyone….”
“When you step into that ring with someone as much as Ana and I have, when you do damage to someone on that kind of level and you have damage done to you…well, you know someone. You know them like family…”
“Even better than certain members of a family…..”
Amber sneers and shakes her head.
“I showed you all that I’m back and better than ever. But there’s a list of women that need to learn their damn place. From Trixie to Eliza, from Samantha Tolson to Crystal Millar there is not one woman that isn’t on my hitlist. But the one I have in my crosshairs right now?...Kate Steele….”
They stared at me, their beautiful little chubby faces. Exactly the same, their eyes seeing through me. Did they know?. Did they see someone behind me?....it was cold again.
“Hey Amba….”
I jumped and startled. My heart almost burst from my chest and I sat up. My skin went pale again and I grabbed the table. Queenie stood in the entrance to the kitchen looking confused. Her long cherry red hair tied back in a high ponytail and braided. She stared at me and slowly walked in before sitting down opposite me. “Ya lookin’ lyke ya sin a ghost..”
I swallowed hard and looked away, but then back and smiled with a scoff and a giggle. “Yeah right, just startled I guess?.” I tried to act cool and laugh it off. I tried to simply hide it and move on. But Queenie was smarter than she looked. In her pink ADIDAS track suit with “Queenie” bedazzled on the back. “Wha did ya see Amba?” She leaned in closer looking me dead in the eye.
I slinked back looking like a deer in the headlights. The girls laughed at me and silly Auntie Queenie. “Nothing, besides you wouldn’t believe me….” Queenie smirks and leans in closer. “Ya think sa?” I narrowed my eyes and Queenie stayed smiling. “I’m sure it was nothing, maybe just lack of sleep getting to me.”
Queenie sat back and sighed. “Chem on Amba, fa fook sake jus tell me…” I swallowed hard and slid forward onto the table with my forearms and elbows. My hands clasped together. “ Last night I woke up from a dead sleep, something just….pulled me…” I paused trying to find the right words. “I don’t know what it was but it sounded..like my mother.”
Queenie raised her eyebrows and went silent. I moved nervously as Queenie just stared. “Well?....say something!” She gave me a nod and folded her arms. “Amba, ya havta undastand, this world, it ain’t tha far from us. Ahnd peeple, tha can reach out….”
“But it ain’t offen tha it’s ah good thing…be careful yeah?....”
I gave her a small nod, Queenie got to her feet looking around the house, differently than she ever had before. She gave me a forced smile and backed out. I looked down at my girls, they smiled back, but still looking right through me, I turned seeing something out of the corner of my eye…but nothing was there…
“Little Katie Steele. The annoying friend no one actually wants at a party who turns up anyway but doesn’t catch the hint when people openly groan when they open their mouths….”
“Yes Kate, this is how most people feel about you. And the problem is that you aren’t even aware of this. See people hate me, I get it, I see it I don’t really care. But you?. You think people actually like you. Like my sister for instance?. You think my heavily tattooed anti-social metalhead sister enjoys having a pop punk, poser douchebag hanging on to her and being her “friend”?....”
Amber laughs to herself and holds her ribs before slowing down to shake her head.
“You’re way too gullible. And that stupidity has now got you in a lot of trouble Katie girl. See you have now been targeted by Ana because you think you are kayla’s friend. Now Ana isn’t stupid, she knows Kayla doesn’t care about you that much but still she wants to test that idea and have me walk to the ring and beat the shit out of you….”
“And if Kayla does care about you…even a little..well this will get to her and that’s just a happy day with me…”
“See Kate, I’m what you call…a bitch. I’m proud of it. I enjoy it. And now I’m a bitch who has been wronged. Kayla has taken me back to who I was. She took me from the happy smiling housewife I had settled into and snapped me out of it. She brought the REAL Amber Richards back….”
“The one who hates people like you…”
Amber slowly smiles and laughs to herself.
“The Amber Richards that hates, HATES professional wrestling posers. The Amber Richards that would take you by the scruff of your skinny little neck or pull that badly dyed orange mop and slam you face first to the ground before snapping you like a damn twig….”
“That is who you face Kate. That is who stands across the ring from you. I am a woman who split my sisters head open and watched the blood creep across the canvas before kicking her in the face again. And I love my sister. What the hell do you think I will do to you Kate?....”
“You think we’ll sit down…have some tea and crumpets because we’re both English?...”
“Bitch I am a gypsy, I like beer and hamburgers. And destroying women like you. Fake’s. Posers. Wannabe’s. You’d rather be singing and playing guitar in your band than actually working to be a force in the ring. I mean god between you and Crystal “I want to be a bad actress” Millar we have enough fake’s….”
“I’m a wrestler, I get in that ring and make a living and do my job and follow my dream. If you want to be able to sing or play guitar again Kate…I suggest you do one little thing….”
Amber holds her index finger up and moves close.
“Run…”
