Post by Eliza Valentine on May 10, 2016 2:05:22 GMT
** A little over two years ago **
"Get up." she sat on the floor of the gym, her body trembling as she gave up, a crumpled heap at the toe of my boots... My words echoed in the empty gym and she jumped, peering up at me, breath still catching in her chest as she heaved for relief.... "You're better than this. Get up." I didn't offer my hand, I just stood, sweat beading all over my body as my muscles began to cool...
Slowly she unfurled, her hands finding the cool concrete and pushing up, I could almost hear her bones groan as she stood, slowly and cautiously, finally reaching her full height. Her thick black hair fell across her face like a mask... Sweat sticking it there as fearful eyes darted around, but she stood... Tall but not quite strong and I smiled...
"You want to give up?" she shook her head, shoulders pushing back a fire lighting behind her eyes that had been dead and dulled by a hundred lies before now.
"No." Kayla huffed, rolling her arms back, she nodded at me... I watched her fingers curl and twist, ready... The strength returning from deep down, past all the broken pieces; where she still was.
"Then don't Ever let me see you at my feet like that again... They might have bent you... Twisted you..." I grabbed her by the shoulders, staring deep into the eyes of a girl only a few weeks was sobbing over a collar lying in a hallway... "They never broke you, You are NOT broken Kayla....."
** One year ago **
"I love you..." she choked, her lips barely parted as the words uttered out... I felt nothing.
Somewhere inside of me there was a part that screamed to feel it, to believe it, but here and now, there was nothing - I couldn't see the girl I loved, the one with whom I planned an entire life... No, I saw only the emptiness of it all; I saw my future in the eyes of another... Grinning... Laughing...
"Please, Liz... Look at me..." I pulled my hand from hers....
She stared into me, but her eyes echoed back only an empty abyss. I was not hers, I was not my own - I knew that, I had come to accept my place in this world was beside the side of Her, she had taught me so many things, though many called me a puppet, I knew myself to be a disciple, I owed my life to her; my all and I would not break her chains, not for a liar... Not for this deceitful heart... She didn't love me, not like the Mother did....
"You didn't come." I laughed, I shrugged... Pulled back "I fell... I was broken... YOU LET THEM BREAK ME!" the scream came out as a cackle, it wasn't my voice I heard, but the Eternal voice of Her.
"You're not broken..." she whispered... but I couldn't hear her... I could only hear the Messiah, calling me back to her..
"You're NOT broken Eliza."
** Six Months Ago **
She lay beside me, wrapped in sunlight and a white cotton sheet barely containing her curves... I smiled and stretched out in the warmth of the midday sun... This was wrong, tainted, but I wanted to ignore that fact. Last night had been like every single piece of the world had come together and finally, for the first time in a long time, I felt whole - and nothing like right and wrong would be allowed to come between my perfect moment and the girl sharing my bed right now.
The sun tickled at her eyelids and she sighed, stretching out and rolling to her side, the rays hit her just right, she almost glowed as she lay before me, pushed up on one elbow - a soft and curious smile on her lips.
"Penny for your thoughts?" her fingertip traced the curve of my hip beneath that same sheet as I shook my head softly...
"Nope... No thoughts... Just happy." she smiled and nodded, pulling up onto her elbows to touch my lips with her own.
The familiarity of her taste on my lips filled me with a warmth and happiness that was beyond indescribable, in my perfect world, we would never leave this bed; never face the world and the reality that lay just beyond my bedroom door...
"I love you." the words hung in what little space was between us for what felt like an eternity...
"I love you too." she sighed, falling into my arms as we lie quietly together... We had gotten twisted... But never broken.
We were never broken.
** 5 Days Ago **
The only sound was my hands, the rhythmic thud of my fists hitting the bag over and over, so paced and measured it was almost theraputic...
THUD - Amber's fucking face.
THUD - Amber's fucking nose.
THUD - Amber's fucking abdomen.
THUD - Amber's fucking throat.
"Liz?" Kayla hesitated in the doorway; the only good thing to happen this week, was she had finally agreed to move back into the house with me....
"Yeah?" I asked, not breaking rhythm as my hands continued to land on the bag.
"The gym isn't going anywhere you know..." she wanted me to take a break, give it a rest, but I couldn't....
"I'll be up in a minute." I nodded towards the ceiling
"I'm ok..." she grabbed my hands, pulling them down to my sides with a smile... "See... Not broken."
"No, you're not broken..." I nodded, pulling my hands free and ripping the tape from them as I headed for the door... "But she will be."
"So, you think this is a joke? Hi-fucking-Larious!
Pit the lovers against each other and see what happens... Well, I have news for you all; if you were hoping for a show, you will be sorely disappointed. See, there is this funny thing in a tag match, called a partner. And guess what, every single time Kayla steps into that ring, I will tag out.
Think I can't? Think that I will somehow, in someway, be forced to put my hands on the woman I love... Well, you're dead fucking wrong.
Kayla and I have gone at it - we have fought before, back when she hated me, back when I was dead inside, indifferent and lost and guess what, that was the one and only time I will ever put my hands on her, because even then, when I felt nothing, when I was nothing... I could still feel; disgust at hurting her; and I will not ever allow myself, or her, to feel that way again.
Trixie on the other hand? Well, Trix-not for kids, little miss bad kitty, you and I have some unfinished business, cause you know as damn well as I do, that you did NOT deserve to walk away with that pretty little briefcase and allow me to assure you, I will pry the damn thing from your cold, dead hands if I have to - but you will NOT take a shot above the deserving members of this roster, you are nothing more than a cheap, untalented opportunist and I for one, am over dealing with people like you.
I might not like Amber, but she got one thing right; a whole heap of you bitches have no place so much as stepping into a ring! The rest of us, the REAL wrestlers of this division, we have to carry people like you - have to work twice as hard to make a match look twice as good and then you just slither up like a snake in the grass and snatch out my shot, MY RIGHT, from beneath me!
I hate people like you Trixie, all silicone and no substance and I assure you, I will happily rip those implants clean out of your chest given half the chance."
"Ouch."
"I said you could sit in, if your promised to be quiet."
"But..."
"But nothing! You will get your turn Kayla!"
"Hmph. FINE."
"GOOD!"
"GREAT!"
"AWESOME!"
"Ok, I'm done."
"As I was saying before I was RUDELY! Interrupted... Trixie, you are shit out of luck this week, because not only do you have to face the future Champion, the future of the Division, the one true heiress... ME! But you also have to face a little lady named Samantha Tolson, and she is a straight up bad ass... And as if that weren't enough; you're partnered with one of baddest bitches in this industry, who just so happens to be out for YOUR blood...
Who did you piss off Trix? Besides me, obviously.
It doesn't matter, because come Tuesday Night, I am going to tear every single fake thing off your body and shove it down your throat so you can taste the vile plastic taste you leave in every single fans mouth each and every time you make an appearance... Get real pretty for me Trixie, because one thing I guarantee, is you're about to get Fucked."