Post by khardaway on Nov 30, 2009 16:51:39 GMT -5
A hand comes right across Kevin’s cheek as he’s walking in, setting him back. He knew who it was...we all knew who it was. But all he could muster up was.
“Ok, I honestly deserved that.”
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Umm, I don’t know...perhaps walking 20 miles back here. It can take awhile because I’m not walking 50 miles an hour down the road.”
“There was no need for that.”
“What I just said? There was no need for me coming in here and getting slapped down like a market fish. But like I said, I deserved it.”
And the other two sides of the spectrum walk out. Hayley’s holding Kimberly as they walk out of the bathroom. Someone must’ve needed changing.
“Hayley? Can you please take Kimmy outside for a second?”
“Sure thing. Come on, sweet pea. We’ll play airplane.”
Hayley lifts Kimmy up and starts walking around the lobby, holding her up in the air...like an airplane. Always loved that game when he was a little baby. A smile is across his face, but Angie’s face is stone cold Medusa styling.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?”
“Acting like what?”
“Acting like a...”
He thinks about it. Douche. Jerk. Bitch. Cu...ok, that’s pushing it. Moron. Idiot. Country virtuoso Roy Clark. He thinks about all of the terms he wants to use, but he finds one that’s best suited.
“Acting like a pain in the ass.”
Yeah, that works.
“Why am I acting like this, you say? Well, it’s a pain in the ass that you do nothing for this family, that you do this...”job”, when all it is, is just an excuse to not help out this family in need.”
“Whoa whoa whoa...hold that train. I DO NOTHING? Look at you, you’re the one who does nothing. You...”
He holds the train up though from slamming her into the wall or running her over on the tracks. He remembers what the old man driver, John said. He didn’t want him to over-react to anything. Remember, it’s most likely the hormones kicking in. Damn pregnancy. He didn’t have too much of a problem when she was birthing Kimmy. So, nevermind. There’s no need for this. Just sit down on the bed, pop on the TV and see if anything good’s on. Which is what he does. Someone is not too kind of it.
“Nevermind...”
“What are you doing? Don’t end this now.”
“I am ending this now. I figured to myself that I was just going to ignore it. Babe, it’s the hormones kicking in. You’re going through this because of the baby inside your stomach, that’s all. All couples go through it, it’s human nature.”
“What? You know what...fuck this charade. I’m not even pregnant.”
WHOA! Did NOT see that coming one bit. Seriously, he didn’t see it coming. He had no idea she was pregnant...which makes no sense whatsoever, but still...I mean, who the hell honestly knew. Now that you mention it, she looks the same as before. Maybe he thought it was only a month into the pregnancy. But now the gloves seem off.
“What do you mean you’re not pregnant? Angelina Bell Hardaway, tell me the truth right now.”
“I’m not pregnant.”
That honestly wasn’t enough.
“What do you mean you’re not pregnant?”
“I had to say something a couple months ago. All I heard was stupid shit. That’s all you were talking about, thinking about, wondering about. I had to say something to get you back into reality and that was it. Fake being pregnant again. I knew it was going to get your attention, simple as that.”
You have to got to be kidding me, right? She faked it because of a silly match? Because he was not even thinking about her? Look at what happened. Why was he only caring about HER in the FIRST PLACE! What kind of odd bearing coincidence was it that she got into an accident with that said person? And look what happened? Kevin lost because of it. It’s completely asinine.
The look on Kevin’s face explains it all. Hands down, furious depression rages.
“Why did you lie to me like that?”
“It was the only thing I could think of at the time.”
“What did I ever do to you? Nothing, that’s what. Yet, you fake having another kid and you lash out at me like we’re in our own Jon and Kate Plus 8 reality show? It’s wrong. When you abandoned me at the rehab center, I was pissed. And even more pissed when I ended up talking to Zak...but I walked back afterwards and something did happen, something that I was going to surprise you with, but you turn your back and you sprout this? Please.”
“Kevin...I’m....”
Her apology isn’t going to cut it in this day and age. He has a point where if it’s crossed, you shouldn’t bother trying to talk it out with him. It happens in his wrestling life and his personal life.
“Please don’t apologize. It’s not worth it. It’s not worth my time.”
“Then what can I do?”
“Nothing.”
Tears start to stream down her face. Like problems in the night, the light is shining across the streams running down her cheek. Upset is an understatement to what Kevin is feeling right now.
“Just...I’m out of here again.”
“Now where you going?”
“Well like I said, I was going to surprise you. I ended up buying a used car off a man that I hitchhiked from on my way back here. I was going to take you, Kimmy, and Hayley out for a drive. But if you want to stay here, and lie some more. Be my fucking guest!”
“Wait? You bought a car? Without consent from me?”
Here we go again. Actually...
“You know, I don’t need to deal with this. I don’t need to deal with this anymore if I wanted to.”
“What are you saying, Kevin?”
“I’m saying...oh, I don’t know...I want a divorce, how about that?”
Did not see THAT coming either. Angie is now sobbing, after hearing the shocking news coming out of his mouth. Shocking...that’s the understatement of the freakin’ year. Kevin walks away though and leaves their room, leaving Angie to think things over.
For at least a few seconds, before he opens the door and peeks his head back in.
“Sorry about that. I lied. Guess you’re used to that, huh? But seriously, it’s going to be a long time before I can even care about you anymore. So you better get a counselor on the phone, stat. And yes, I’m being serious this time.”
*SLAM*
The door flies shut and Kevin takes a moment...to sit down, and reflect on the rug that combines the halls of the hotel. A moment seems like an eternity to him though, as he lets it all hang loose. But then he realizes that, even though his marriage may be in shambles, his family isn’t all that broken. So he gets up and walks to the lobby, to see Hayley and Kimmy laying down on the lobby couch, sleeping...the both of them, Hayley holding Kimmy. A cute sight. Kevin gently wakes up Hayley though as she sees him, the red bloodshot eyes before him.
“You look like hell.”
“Geez, thanks. Love you too.”
“Least I can do.”
A chuckling quiet laugh comes before him. So does an idea.
“Hey, you want to see something cool. Something I bought today on the way home.”
“Sure thing.”
Gently, Hayley picks up the young sweetheart of a daughter and follows Kevin to the outside, where he rushes forward, like a linebacker or an idiot wanting to cut in front of the line, does a Vanna White-esque impersonation on the Impala. Complete with goofy “Ta-daaaaaa”.
“Whoa. Kev? What the hell?”
“Like it, Hayley?”
“Like it? I freakin’ love it.”
“I knew you would.”
“Although this just further proves the point that you’re a huge nerd.”
“Hey...don’t knock on my useless knowledge.”
“I’m not. I just didn’t expect to see a car that I see on TV every week standing here. How much did you pay for it?”
“9-5.”
“Damn.”
“Yep. You know, I was going to take you and Kimmy out for a drive, but since the cutie is sleeping and I don’t want to further piss off the angry giant in the room, it’s best if I give you a rain check.”
“It’s ok.”
“But I am going to go out for a drive. I need to think.”
“Everything ok?”
“Nah...it isn’t. I need some time to breath. Tell Angie I’ll be back whenever. If she even cares.”
Hayley still seems confused with what he’s saying, but she decides to follow orders anyways. Good soldier...good soldier. Into the car we go, driving on out like a bat out of hell. A different song playing on the radio. “Leave A Scar” by Marilyn Manson. Ok, now the radio station is just spying on him. But he keeps on driving and keeps on listening as the bellowing lyrics play out.
“Ok, I honestly deserved that.”
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Umm, I don’t know...perhaps walking 20 miles back here. It can take awhile because I’m not walking 50 miles an hour down the road.”
“There was no need for that.”
“What I just said? There was no need for me coming in here and getting slapped down like a market fish. But like I said, I deserved it.”
And the other two sides of the spectrum walk out. Hayley’s holding Kimberly as they walk out of the bathroom. Someone must’ve needed changing.
“Hayley? Can you please take Kimmy outside for a second?”
“Sure thing. Come on, sweet pea. We’ll play airplane.”
Hayley lifts Kimmy up and starts walking around the lobby, holding her up in the air...like an airplane. Always loved that game when he was a little baby. A smile is across his face, but Angie’s face is stone cold Medusa styling.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?”
“Acting like what?”
“Acting like a...”
He thinks about it. Douche. Jerk. Bitch. Cu...ok, that’s pushing it. Moron. Idiot. Country virtuoso Roy Clark. He thinks about all of the terms he wants to use, but he finds one that’s best suited.
“Acting like a pain in the ass.”
Yeah, that works.
“Why am I acting like this, you say? Well, it’s a pain in the ass that you do nothing for this family, that you do this...”job”, when all it is, is just an excuse to not help out this family in need.”
“Whoa whoa whoa...hold that train. I DO NOTHING? Look at you, you’re the one who does nothing. You...”
He holds the train up though from slamming her into the wall or running her over on the tracks. He remembers what the old man driver, John said. He didn’t want him to over-react to anything. Remember, it’s most likely the hormones kicking in. Damn pregnancy. He didn’t have too much of a problem when she was birthing Kimmy. So, nevermind. There’s no need for this. Just sit down on the bed, pop on the TV and see if anything good’s on. Which is what he does. Someone is not too kind of it.
“Nevermind...”
“What are you doing? Don’t end this now.”
“I am ending this now. I figured to myself that I was just going to ignore it. Babe, it’s the hormones kicking in. You’re going through this because of the baby inside your stomach, that’s all. All couples go through it, it’s human nature.”
“What? You know what...fuck this charade. I’m not even pregnant.”
WHOA! Did NOT see that coming one bit. Seriously, he didn’t see it coming. He had no idea she was pregnant...which makes no sense whatsoever, but still...I mean, who the hell honestly knew. Now that you mention it, she looks the same as before. Maybe he thought it was only a month into the pregnancy. But now the gloves seem off.
“What do you mean you’re not pregnant? Angelina Bell Hardaway, tell me the truth right now.”
“I’m not pregnant.”
That honestly wasn’t enough.
“What do you mean you’re not pregnant?”
“I had to say something a couple months ago. All I heard was stupid shit. That’s all you were talking about, thinking about, wondering about. I had to say something to get you back into reality and that was it. Fake being pregnant again. I knew it was going to get your attention, simple as that.”
You have to got to be kidding me, right? She faked it because of a silly match? Because he was not even thinking about her? Look at what happened. Why was he only caring about HER in the FIRST PLACE! What kind of odd bearing coincidence was it that she got into an accident with that said person? And look what happened? Kevin lost because of it. It’s completely asinine.
The look on Kevin’s face explains it all. Hands down, furious depression rages.
“Why did you lie to me like that?”
“It was the only thing I could think of at the time.”
“What did I ever do to you? Nothing, that’s what. Yet, you fake having another kid and you lash out at me like we’re in our own Jon and Kate Plus 8 reality show? It’s wrong. When you abandoned me at the rehab center, I was pissed. And even more pissed when I ended up talking to Zak...but I walked back afterwards and something did happen, something that I was going to surprise you with, but you turn your back and you sprout this? Please.”
“Kevin...I’m....”
Her apology isn’t going to cut it in this day and age. He has a point where if it’s crossed, you shouldn’t bother trying to talk it out with him. It happens in his wrestling life and his personal life.
“Please don’t apologize. It’s not worth it. It’s not worth my time.”
“Then what can I do?”
“Nothing.”
Tears start to stream down her face. Like problems in the night, the light is shining across the streams running down her cheek. Upset is an understatement to what Kevin is feeling right now.
“Just...I’m out of here again.”
“Now where you going?”
“Well like I said, I was going to surprise you. I ended up buying a used car off a man that I hitchhiked from on my way back here. I was going to take you, Kimmy, and Hayley out for a drive. But if you want to stay here, and lie some more. Be my fucking guest!”
“Wait? You bought a car? Without consent from me?”
Here we go again. Actually...
“You know, I don’t need to deal with this. I don’t need to deal with this anymore if I wanted to.”
“What are you saying, Kevin?”
“I’m saying...oh, I don’t know...I want a divorce, how about that?”
Did not see THAT coming either. Angie is now sobbing, after hearing the shocking news coming out of his mouth. Shocking...that’s the understatement of the freakin’ year. Kevin walks away though and leaves their room, leaving Angie to think things over.
For at least a few seconds, before he opens the door and peeks his head back in.
“Sorry about that. I lied. Guess you’re used to that, huh? But seriously, it’s going to be a long time before I can even care about you anymore. So you better get a counselor on the phone, stat. And yes, I’m being serious this time.”
*SLAM*
The door flies shut and Kevin takes a moment...to sit down, and reflect on the rug that combines the halls of the hotel. A moment seems like an eternity to him though, as he lets it all hang loose. But then he realizes that, even though his marriage may be in shambles, his family isn’t all that broken. So he gets up and walks to the lobby, to see Hayley and Kimmy laying down on the lobby couch, sleeping...the both of them, Hayley holding Kimmy. A cute sight. Kevin gently wakes up Hayley though as she sees him, the red bloodshot eyes before him.
“You look like hell.”
“Geez, thanks. Love you too.”
“Least I can do.”
A chuckling quiet laugh comes before him. So does an idea.
“Hey, you want to see something cool. Something I bought today on the way home.”
“Sure thing.”
Gently, Hayley picks up the young sweetheart of a daughter and follows Kevin to the outside, where he rushes forward, like a linebacker or an idiot wanting to cut in front of the line, does a Vanna White-esque impersonation on the Impala. Complete with goofy “Ta-daaaaaa”.
“Whoa. Kev? What the hell?”
“Like it, Hayley?”
“Like it? I freakin’ love it.”
“I knew you would.”
“Although this just further proves the point that you’re a huge nerd.”
“Hey...don’t knock on my useless knowledge.”
“I’m not. I just didn’t expect to see a car that I see on TV every week standing here. How much did you pay for it?”
“9-5.”
“Damn.”
“Yep. You know, I was going to take you and Kimmy out for a drive, but since the cutie is sleeping and I don’t want to further piss off the angry giant in the room, it’s best if I give you a rain check.”
“It’s ok.”
“But I am going to go out for a drive. I need to think.”
“Everything ok?”
“Nah...it isn’t. I need some time to breath. Tell Angie I’ll be back whenever. If she even cares.”
Hayley still seems confused with what he’s saying, but she decides to follow orders anyways. Good soldier...good soldier. Into the car we go, driving on out like a bat out of hell. A different song playing on the radio. “Leave A Scar” by Marilyn Manson. Ok, now the radio station is just spying on him. But he keeps on driving and keeps on listening as the bellowing lyrics play out.
So turn around and walk away
Before you confuse the way we abuse each other
You're not afraid of getting hurt
And I'm not afraid of how much I hurt you
Well aware I'm a danger to myself
Are you aware I'm a danger to others?
There's a crack in my soul
You thought was a smile
Whatever doesn't kill you is gonna leave a scar
Whatever doesn't kill you is gonna to leave a scar.
Before you confuse the way we abuse each other
You're not afraid of getting hurt
And I'm not afraid of how much I hurt you
Well aware I'm a danger to myself
Are you aware I'm a danger to others?
There's a crack in my soul
You thought was a smile
Whatever doesn't kill you is gonna leave a scar
Whatever doesn't kill you is gonna to leave a scar.
