This is what I meant, when I said you were killing me…
Blood was all I saw..I felt like i was soaked in it. I feel like i've gone insane.
"Fallon are plane leaves in an hour..what the fuck are you doing?" Scott yelled through the bathroom door. Quickly opening my bathroom door I stand before him, suited in thight leather pants and an equally tight red tank top, my red hair draping over my shoulders. My body is adorned with several tattoos. It's been a hobby of mine, ever since I was sixteen i've been decorating my body with this thing..more like an addiction. It's like a drug, one hits not enough. You have to keep feeding it or it eats at you until you feed it. My most impressive peice is my full back. When i was 22 my younger sister Angelica was raped and killed. I never got over that..she was only 16. At that point I decieded on a set of wings. Angel wings. I always called my sister Angel, it was a handy nickname. When she died I felt like a part of me died with her. I figured with a set of wings i'd get part of her back. I'll admit it did help for awhile..I felt as if she was with me all the time. She was the Angel..I was the Fallen Angel.
"Why do you have to dress like a slut"? I cringed at his words.
He was with a few other guys. I tended bar at the hell hole. For 3 years i've been busting my ass paying my way through college. Funny thing is..I did it for nothing seeing as I never finished it.
"Hey can we get a couple beers down here"? I looked to see who it came from. The blonde..most noticably the eyebrow peircing he adorned. I smirked to myself..it looked good on him. I walked down towards their end of the bar. "Three beers"? i asked. They all nodded in approval.
The bar was dead at this hour. As I was getting their beers at the other end i noticed the three whispering to eachother. Must be talking about me I thought. Afterall im the only other person close enough to here them. After setting their beers on the bar I retreated to my stool across from them.
"So what's your name"? It came from the dark haired one. "Fallon" I replied.
"Yours"? I asked. "Well this is Jim" he pointed to the blonde. "And that's Scotty.." he looked towards the one with the unruly curling hair. I smiled. "And im Tommy".
That was two years ago.
That night i left with the guys when my shift ended. I later found out they were wrestlers that were in town for a house show. Scott invited me to a few shows on the east coast. Needless to say I never returned to Boston.
Now a full fledged ECW valet. Not something I want to do for the rest of my life. But hey it pays the bills.
I was jerked into present time when Scotty..for the third time asked my why I dressed like a slut.
"This is how I dressed when I met you" I replied. He rolled his eyes and turned to grab our bags. Asshole.
Surprisingly Scotty never hit me..well not yet atleast. There were times I felt like he wanted to but he held back. He was more of a verbal kinda guy then pyshical. Altough you'd never be able to tell that if you saw him in the ring.
Scotty's a good guy..when he wants to be. There's time when he makes me feel like im the only thing that matters in this world.
We boarded the plane on time much to my happiness. If we missed it I would have been the one he blamed. Scotty was perfect in his own eyes. A half hour into the flight Scott looked over to me. "I love you Fallon" he whispered in my ear. "I love you too Scotty". We both truly meant it too.
I feel like i've just been run over by a truck. In many cases I was..not many girls in ECW could take a spear by Rhino through a table. I hurt like hell right now..I saved Scott's ass yet he's no where to be found when I need him.
Francine knows how Scott is. "I don't know why you stay with him..he treats you like shit." she says. "He's an asshole Fallon" she chimes. He's not that big of a asshole or she wouldn't be fucking him.
He doesn't know that I know. I saw them last week in the hallway when they thought no one was around. He was kissing her..I wanted to puke. Asshole.
Three more weeks passed. Three more tormented weeks I held in my anguish and hatred for the both. I even went as far as making love to Scotty just so he wouldn't suspect anything. He made me sick.
Sitting in a cramped car with the both proved to be too much. On several occasions I caught Scott peeking in the rear-view mirror at her. Her and her little smirk. If only they knew what was getting closer and closer. I should be the one smirking. But I play it cool, altough my knuckles are turning white from clenching my fist so hard.
Another hour passed. As we stretched across the deserted highway I started to get fidgety...until I saw the perfect spot. It was dark outside. Perfect timing.
"Scotty I don't feel so good can you pull over"? I asked. He quickly pulled the car over and got out to help me follow by Francine.
"Baby are you ok?" he asked. "I don't know..I feel kinda sick, I think it's my stomach. At that I quickly ran towards a bush. Scott and Francine followed. "This is just too easy" I thought.
As I bent down pretending I was going to empty my stomach..I saw it. I chuckled involuntary at the thought that was running through my head.
"Fallon?" Francine asked. I quickly grabbed the pipe that lay embedded in the long grass and weeds. Standing up..pipe in hand I smirked at Scotty and Francine who stood next to eachother.
"You too think you can screw me over don't you? Well im sorry but your little game is over! I thought you loved me Scotty"? I said sarcastically.
Scotty stood in shock at what just happened. Apparently he wasn't the smartest thing on earth or he would of taken the advantage to atleast try and run. His stupidity earned him an equally devastating crack to the head as well.
He now lay in the tangled grass and weeds. "Scotty I thought you had more common sense then that" i said with a smirk. "Your insane" he muttered. Which in return cost him his dear precious life. Never in my life did I think taking someone elses life would be this fun. Maybe Scotty's right..maybe I am insane. I chuckled at the thought. "Scotty baby you made me this way..we're forgetful are we"?
I sat in the grass next to the two admiring my handy work. After awhile all I saw was blood. It was everywhere..who ever discovered these too were sure going to get a real surprise. I jerked up and reliezed I must have fallen asleep. After standing up I looked at the dead before me and smirked once again before starting to walk off. It was nearly day break and the morning sunrise cast and eerie glow over the fallen couple.
Looking back towards the scence of carnage I whispered "I love you Scotty.." then chuckled once more.
Asshole.
I meant that you were tormenting me.
I am so tired
Of hurting
Of hoping
Of wanting
Of trying to resist the urge to control
Of waiting for you
Of aching for your touch
Of this burning need
To feel you deep inside me
To be at your mercy
Moaning, Aching, Throbbing…
While I’m pleading with you… whimpering out your name
As I’m trying to remember to breathe.
Of feeling like I have no other choice…
Except to be scorched by your fire
Like a moth to a flame
Not being able to resist the beauty hidden in death.
Scott was my first love. I met him at a local bar when I was in Boston. I noticed him immediatly when he walked in. I was never a wrestling fan..hell Stone Cold or The Rock could have walked in and I would have clueless as to who they were. Sometimes I wish it would have been them..maybe things wouldn't be as they are now.
"Nice to meet you" I said. A few hours had passed and the guys were still at the bar drinking and laughing it up. Altough none were drunk..surprisingly they hardley drank anything.
Part Two
"What are you talking about Fallon?" he asked nervously. He was frightened. I could tell. Francine stood their..somewhat in shock. She turned to run..luckily for me but not so lucky for he she was a little to slow and recieved a blow to the back of her head. Knocked her out cold. "Damn" i thought..i was going to really enjoy her struggle and screams.