Post by Buck U Productions on Mar 19, 2016 19:34:08 GMT
“Come on, Charlie, please open the door.”
I can hear the concern in his voice; I doubt he’s ever seen me like this. Eli’s told me so many times that I’m the strongest person he’s ever me; and yet, here I am, locked in the bathroom while he’s pacing outside trying to figure out what’s wrong.
He starts muttering to himself and I realize that he’s talking to the voice in his head, the one that everyone knew as El Tigre de Jengibre. It almost breaks my heart listening to him; he’s worked so hard not to get better, to not become that monster again. I realize it’s the stress that I’m putting him under that’s causing it and it only deepens my sadness.
Despite my best efforts I begin to sob again. I can’t seem to control this flood of emotion. What’s wrong with me? I’m usually stronger than this. What could possibly turn me into an emotional wreck? Oh yeah, that’s right, I was pregnant and lost the baby before I even realized what had happened.
Eli and I weren’t planning on having children yet; we both wanted to concentrate on our careers and getting his mind healthy. Sure, working alongside his loony dad and Holly probably wasn’t the best environment to do the latter but when you’re trying to be number one in a wrestling company you have to be willing to make sacrifices. Having a baby would complicate all this so why do I feel so lost, and what will it do to Eli when he finds out?
I hear Eli walk away and I let out a sigh of relief. No doubt he would have loved nothing more to break the door down and try to rescue me from this pain, but he knows me too well. I’m no Disney princess, I don’t need a man to save me; although, it would feel nice to have his arms around me right now.
A couple of minutes later I receive a text message from Angela. She lets me know that Eli asked her to book him an appointment with Dr. Holawitz, and I’m able to relax a little bit. She also tells me that she’s there for me when I feel like talking. Yep, it’s good to have friends.
A sudden load rap on the door nearly makes me jump out of my Manolo Blahniks. It doesn’t take a fool to realize that there’s only one person in the Embassy who can knock that loudly.
“Sorry, Brute, I’ll be out in a few minutes,” I manage to say before the door is suddenly pulled off its hinges.
Brute walks in, with Eli behind him looking sheepish and I know right away this wasn’t his idea.
“What the fuck, Brute,” I yell, “can’t you see I want to be alone?”
Brute ignores my words. He brushes me off and then whispers something in my ear.
“No more tears, you one. Come, we have much to discuss.”
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I can hear the concern in his voice; I doubt he’s ever seen me like this. Eli’s told me so many times that I’m the strongest person he’s ever me; and yet, here I am, locked in the bathroom while he’s pacing outside trying to figure out what’s wrong.
He starts muttering to himself and I realize that he’s talking to the voice in his head, the one that everyone knew as El Tigre de Jengibre. It almost breaks my heart listening to him; he’s worked so hard not to get better, to not become that monster again. I realize it’s the stress that I’m putting him under that’s causing it and it only deepens my sadness.
Despite my best efforts I begin to sob again. I can’t seem to control this flood of emotion. What’s wrong with me? I’m usually stronger than this. What could possibly turn me into an emotional wreck? Oh yeah, that’s right, I was pregnant and lost the baby before I even realized what had happened.
Eli and I weren’t planning on having children yet; we both wanted to concentrate on our careers and getting his mind healthy. Sure, working alongside his loony dad and Holly probably wasn’t the best environment to do the latter but when you’re trying to be number one in a wrestling company you have to be willing to make sacrifices. Having a baby would complicate all this so why do I feel so lost, and what will it do to Eli when he finds out?
I hear Eli walk away and I let out a sigh of relief. No doubt he would have loved nothing more to break the door down and try to rescue me from this pain, but he knows me too well. I’m no Disney princess, I don’t need a man to save me; although, it would feel nice to have his arms around me right now.
A couple of minutes later I receive a text message from Angela. She lets me know that Eli asked her to book him an appointment with Dr. Holawitz, and I’m able to relax a little bit. She also tells me that she’s there for me when I feel like talking. Yep, it’s good to have friends.
A sudden load rap on the door nearly makes me jump out of my Manolo Blahniks. It doesn’t take a fool to realize that there’s only one person in the Embassy who can knock that loudly.
“Sorry, Brute, I’ll be out in a few minutes,” I manage to say before the door is suddenly pulled off its hinges.
Brute walks in, with Eli behind him looking sheepish and I know right away this wasn’t his idea.
“What the fuck, Brute,” I yell, “can’t you see I want to be alone?”
Brute ignores my words. He brushes me off and then whispers something in my ear.
“No more tears, you one. Come, we have much to discuss.”
(499 words)