Miss Independent
Chapter
1
Alyssa was having a particularly good day…her
students in the age range of 4 – 6 year olds…Alyssa had worked for the American
Ballet Company (ABC) for the last 2 years…having been a student…she chose
teaching, when she had no other options…a decision she never regretted for a
second in her last 2 years.
It was a nice Friday evening…I was locking up my
office in the ABC building, when my sister Samantha walked up and said, “Aly, a couple of the instructors and myself are going to
grab a drink at a club down the street…wanna join us?” I smiled and said, “Sure, why not…I don’t
have anything to do anyways, except go home and play with Tattoo…and he’s no
fun lately.” I walked down to the common
lobby on the first floor with Sami and AnneMarie and
Veronica were waiting for us.
I said, “So which club is it this time?” Veronica smiled and said, “Sizzle –N
Sassy.” I said, “Again?” We walked out to AnneMarie’s
huge blue Ford Explorer…We got in and held on for dear life…AnneMarie
always could be mistaken for a New York cab driver, only because her driving
style fit right in the everyone else’s.
My name is Alyssa Martini…I’m 23 years old. I am 5’10” and 125 lbs…I have Long Brunette
hair down to my bottom with Blonde streaks in it and big dark blue eyes…I used
to be a dancer, I started out as a student when I was 12, and worked my way up
and over the top as a dancer…I used to be the lead in nearly every ballet, then
when I was a year into my job…when I was driving to my parents house late one
night and a drunk driver plowed into the side of my at the time small car…
Shattering my pelvis and any chance to ever dance
again…I went 14 hours of reconstructive surgery, a year and a half of physical
therapy…and when I finally came out on top…I could walked perfect and dance
perfect…but the only thing was…I was unable to be lifted into the air by my
hips…both of my hips had been replaced…and when someone would lift me…I looked
crocked or so they told me…
When it was obvious to the company that I couldn’t
be the dancer I once was…they board had a meeting and decided with my
talent…they couldn’t see just pushing me away to start my life over somewhere
else…Their instructor for the 4 – 6 year olds was retiring to get married and
start a life of her own…so naturally when they propositioned me with the job…I
jumped on it…And I’ve been teaching now for the last 2 years…
We pulled up to the club and jumped out thankful we
made it to the club without anyone dying from AnneMarie’s
Psychotic driving habits. We actually
counted…she cussed out 5 taxi drivers, 15 pedestrians, 4 kids and 1 old lady
who in turn told her to fuck off and proceeded to give AnneMarie
the finger…People really need to look at that term Sweet little old lady again.
We walked into the club and it wasn’t too loud…it
was pretty decent…we walked over and sat down at a table and we made AnneMarie go up and order the drinks since most of us were
still trying to make the ground stop shaking after the driving episode with
her.
We had all changed into just jeans and t-shirts or
tank tops…I had forgotten to take my hair down…I always kept it in a braided
bun for classes…it was one of the rules…not necessarily for the teachers…more
for the students…but I couldn’t see the students wanting to do it if the
teacher didn’t have to. Me and Samantha
decided it was time for a billiards battle…So it was off to the 20 pool tables
area…we got set up and started sinking balls left and right…
Samantha walked over and said, “Don’t look but there
are two very big guys standing at the next table…and the one with about a
million tattoos on his arms is staring a hole right through you.” I casually looked over as if I was looking
around the room…this guys was HUGE…He was a good foot taller then me, and at least 200 lbs more then
me…Sami wasn’t lying his arms were covered in tattoos from wrist to elbow on
both arms…and he had dark auburn hair to the middle of his back but pulled into
a tight braid…and his mustache and go-tee matched his hair…he also had the most
amazing Emerald green eyes…
I
popped my eyes back in my head and we resumed playing pool…after a few minutes,
the guy came over and leaned against our pool table with his arms crossed…His
deep voice was southern accented and he smelled really good…he said, “I don’t
believe I’ve seen you two in this place before.” I finally recognized that voice and said,
“Then you obviously haven’t been looking hard enough…we come her practically every
weekend…Deadman.”
He
said, “Well, You know who I am…who are you?”
I said, “I don’t know who you are…I’ve never met you before in my life…I
recognize you from TV…but I don’t know you.”
He extended his hand and said, “Mark Callaway.” I shook his hand and said, “Alyssa Martini…or
Aly for short…this is my little sister Samantha, Sami
go check on the drinks.” Sami nodded and
walked away.
Mark
said, “So…Is there any chance I can get your number or we can get better
acquainted?”
I
fake laughed and said, “Look Mr. Callaway your reputation is notorious in this
club…I know you come here looking for girls to screw…have that great one night
fling with while your in town…I don’t know if it’s
true…and I don’t care if it is…but I’m telling you right now…I’m not
impressed. So if you could please walk
your sexy southern ass back over to your own pool table…I would greatly
appreciate it.”
Mark
glared at me…he’s not the type of guy I’d ever want mad at me…but obviously I
shouldn’t have made assumptions…cause talk is
cheap.
I
walked away to get my drink and started drinking with the girls…Me and Veronica
ended up totally shit faced and standing by the pool table giggling and
flirting with Mark and his tall Blonde friend…I stood next to Veronica and
said, “That guy Mark, is good enough to eat…”
Roni said, “His friend is good enough to eat
also…those long blonde tresses…what am I saying? He’s good enough to fuck.”
As
the night wore on me and Roni got drunker and
drunker…About 2 hours into the night we decided to play pool with Mark and his
buddy Adam Copeland (Edge) something or other…About half way through the game…
I
walked over 10 sheets to the wind…as Mark was leaning over the pool table to
make a shot…I went up and leaned against Mark shoulder and back and leaned down
and licked his ear and I giggled and said, “Mark.” He looked up at me and smiled and said,
“Yes?” I laughed a little more and said,
“Don’t blow this shot. If you sink it
you win…and then I have to give you your prize for winning.”
Mark
smirked and said, “What is my prize?” I
said, “I can’t tell you that right now…It’ll have to wait until we get back to
your hotel room…before I can tell you.”
Mark smirked again…damn I wonder if he knew how sexy he looked when he
smirked.
Mark
sank his last ball to win…and he stood up to his full 6’10” and I was standing
in front of him…looking up and noticed he had really pretty eyes…I squinted and
watched his eyes as he watched…I jumped up and wrapped my arms around Mark’s
neck and he caught me with one arm around my waist…I ended up wrapped one of my
long legs around his thigh…as I kissed his lips…it was nice…when his tongue
slid into my mouth…I moaned into his…and he depends the kiss…
Mark
deposited me on my feet in front of him and took my hand in his and lead me
out…Sami, threw me my purse as we were walking out…we got into Mark’s rental
truck and he drove us back to his hotel.
Chapter 3
As
we were riding up in the elevator I was leaning against the wall and had a
random thought…Mark was watching me and I said, “Yea know…the counsel at ABC
would die if they ever saw me with someone like you…I swear they are nothing
but a bunch of overstuffed, under intellectuals that don’t know how to have a
good time…”
I
sighed and continued, “Bad enough I can’t even dance for them anymore…they want
to make my life a living hell until I’m 31…I’ll be like the damn crypt keeper
by then…I won’t be able to find a guy to marry…31 and having kids…that thought
just scares me.”
Mark
lifted his eyebrow and said, “ABC?” I
curtsied and said, “American Ballet Company of New York City.” Mark said, “You’re a ballet instructor?” I said, “I used to be a ballerina…”
I
got quiet and my voice dropped and said, “But I’m not anymore.” Mark said, “Why not?” I said, “Imperfections…that happened in my
life…so when I was left with nothing else…they asked me to teach…I’d been
dancing since I was 3…I started going to school there when I was 12…That place
is a huge part of my life…so of course I said yes.”
Mark
said, “Why do you let them get to you like this?” I said, “I don’t let them get to me…they just
do. I really need to go out more often…I
never realized how stressful teaching 4, 5 & 6 year olds could be…But of
course with your schedule I can’t imagine the stress you have of traveling so
damn much.”
Mark
said, “Nah, Stress really isn’t that bad…the only thing that is really
stressful is, after a long night of getting your ass beat or beating someone’s
ass, the next morning you have an autograph signing…where you’ve got a headache
the size of brazil and the fans just seem to keep coming…like a never ending
stream. I love my fans…but
sometimes…they make me crazy.”
I
said, “Damn you know what…we both have insane jobs…let’s just agree that every
time you come back into town that we’ll get together, get drunk and have the
wildest sex night of our life.”
Mark
smirked (damn he’s too sexy when he does that) and said, “I think that’s an
excellent idea.”
The
elevator dinged and we were on the 6th floor…Mark waited for me to
walk out and then followed me out and grabbed my hand as we walked down to his
room…and closed the door. I walked over
and opened the sliding glass door off the balcony and walked out…
Chapter 4
I
heard Mark come up behind me and I said, “Great view…looks like something out
of a movie.” Mark said, “So, let your
hair down, get comfortable and stay for a while…”
I
said, “I totally forgot about my hair…Just pull the 2 chop sticks out.”
Mark
pulled the sticks out and her hair came cascading down her back…he couldn’t
believe how long her hair was…it was beautiful…and it smelled like
strawberries…he ran his fingers through her hair and it was so silky soft like
satin on his fingertips. Mark had to
pull himself from her.
Mark
said, “I’m gonna go run and take a shower…make yourself comfortable…I shouldn’t
be too long.”
I
said, “Okay…thanks.”
I
heard as he left…I walked in and he had pulled his shirt off…I nearly fell
over…damn that man had muscles every where…beautiful
chest, the span of his back was enormous…and his 6-pac stomach had a tattoo
across it that said BSK Pride. Plus he
turned around and had another one on the back of his neck it looked kind of
like the grim reaper.
I
couldn’t help but watch as he walked into the bathroom in nothing but his
jeans…which were open and I could see his navy blue boxer/briefs…
Oh
the bad thoughts that were running through my brain as my mind slowly slipped
into the gutter.
I
thought for a couple of minutes and said, “Ah…fuck it.” I pulled my tank top off and then my jeans
and panties and slowly walked into the bathroom and slipped into the shower
behind him…I ran my hands from the top of his expansive back, down his lumbar
and cupped his beautifully sculpted bottom…
Mark’s
husky voice said, “See anything you like?”
I said, “There’s potential there for all of it.” He chuckled a little…I stepped up closer and
pushed my breasts into his back as I slid my hands around to the front of his
body…and started with his well muscled chest and ran my fingers and hands down
his chest, letting his pebble nipples slide between my fingers…to his 6-pak…
I
felt him suck in a breath as my hands started at the front of his hips and ran
down his beautiful thighs…while my thumbs slid down his now huge erection…his
cock was twitching and pulsating…
Mark
finally had to brace himself against the shower wall in front of him…with my
ear against his back I could hear how erratic his breathing was getting.
Mark
grabbed Alyssa and switched positions, putting her under the water, facing away
from him…He watched as the water slid and splashed all down her body…
As
his hands followed the same pattern as hers did on his body…From the top of her
back, down her lumbar…as he cupped her sweet ass...Then he pulled her back away
from the water, as his arms wrapped around her and his hands followed the same
pattern as hers again…he cupped her breasts letting her nipples slide between
his fingers and watched as they hardened even more then they were before…then
his hands went down across her very tight stomach and then down to the front of
her hips, to the insides of her thighs as he let his hand cover her hairless
mound.
Mark
got closer to her ear and in a low voice said, “Spread your legs for me a
little baby.”
Alyssa
complied and Mark slid one long finger into her slit and then inside of her…she
whimpered a little…as Mark pulled his finger from her body and sucked it into
his mouth.
Mark
said, “Damn…don’t think I’ve ever made a woman that wet before.”
I
said, “So what are you gonna do about it?”
Chapter 5
Mark
reached over and shut the water off…pulled the curtain back and picked me up
and carried me into the bed room soaking wet with himself…he pulled the
comforter and top sheet from the bed and laid me down…
Mark
slowly slid his warm body to me and I slid my hands up his arms and to his face
and we started kissing…His touch made me feel beautiful…There was so much
passion between us, we nearly lost our heads…
Mark’s hands were sliding down my breasts brushing
against my nipples, which reacted to his soft touch…I slowly ran my tongue
around the outside of his ear, that would drive anyone crazy…and did just
that…Mark started trailing fire ridden kisses down my neck to my chest, and
slowly circled my left nipple with his tongue before sucking it between his
lips…and made me slightly sigh heavy…then his lips ventured across to my other
breast…and he repeated what he’d done to the first nipple to the second…
Mark said, “I don’t want this one getting jealous
for not getting the same treatment..” I giggled a little…Mark ran his tongue down
the middle of my stomach…till he had his head between my thighs…and slid two
fingers into my wetness, and I gasped for air…trying to keep my composure,
which wasn’t happening…Mark kissed around my clit and my labia’s, and the
insides of my thighs, while he slowly worked his fingers in and out of me,
working me into a frenzy…he also had his free hand on my stomach holding me
down, so even if I wanted to escape I couldn’t…
Believe me, I didn’t want to…
In between kisses Mark said, “C’mon Alyssa…let
yourself go baby…relax and enjoy every minute of this…C’mon Alyssa I want you
to cum for me…” Mark looked up and I was
moaning and biting on my bottom lip trying to totally resist him, Mark just
worked his fingers faster and harder…and I totally went over the edge head
first…
Mark climbed up my body and we continued kissing
again…and he slowly parted my knees with his, and slithered his body between my
thighs…and the slowly while we were still kissing he pushed his erection into
me…he let my body get used to his size before he made a move…and he slowly
started moving his erection inside of me…
Mark said, “God Damn you are so tight girl…but you
feel so good.” I was holding on for dear
life…as he was moving inside of me…Mark looked down between us and said, “That
is a beautiful sight…my cock disappearing into your beautiful pussy baby…look
down there and watch as my cock fucks you.”
I looked down and just watching his cock disappear into me…made me
insanely horny…I pulled his head down to my mouth and got to his head and said,
“Harder.” As I licked his ear…
I felt Mark’s cock twitch inside of me at my words
and ministrations…and he started pounding into me harder at ramming force…I was
so wrapped up and overcome in the passion and feeling of Mark being inside of
me…My hips were meeting Mark thrust for thrust…I think both of us were so
wrapped up in each other my eyes rolled in the back of my head as I screamed
out his name as the most intense orgasm
ripped through my entire body…His thrusts became harder and after a few
more he ripped out the deepest growl as his orgasm was just as intense as mine
and I could feel his warm seed explode into me…
We
laid there still for a minute, letting the beating of our hearts catch up with
the rest of our bodies…we laid there kissing, and Mark pulled out of me…and we
really couldn’t say anything to each other…just laying there staring at each
other…Mark was running his fingers through my hair and I loved the way his
hands felt against my skin…his hands were so soft…I couldn’t believe the
passion and insanity level that was just brought forth.
We repeated the act about 3 more times before
morning ever came…
When morning did arrive…I couldn’t remember
anything…my eyes fluttered open and my head was pounding from the hangover…
I said, “Shit…no more tequila and margarita’s
for me again…I don’t think I’ll ever drink another day in my entire life.” I went to pull my body from the bed when I
couldn’t move I looked down and there was 2 huge
tattooed arms around my waist.
I groaned and said, “Dude…who
ever you are please leave my apartment…whatever I might have said and
done last night, was under the influence of alcohol…and I didn’t mean it
anyways.” A deep southern voice came
back with… “You’re in my hotel room…not your apartment…and you’d be amazed at
the things you did say and do last night.”
My eyes snapped open, when I recognized the voice…I
tried to claw my way out of the bed…but his grip got tighter…he said, “Damn
calm down baby…the sex wasn’t that bad…I do seem to remember you enjoying
it…” I reared back and elbowed him in
the stomach as hard as I could…when he groaned and held his stomach…I was finally
out of the bed…I yanked the sheet off the bed and covered myself with it…
I said, “You…you nasty tattooed, wrestling sex
maniac…you just wasn’t gonna be happy until you had another notch on your
belt…God what did my friends tell you to get me drunk or did you just think of
that on your own…” Mark kicked his feet
out as he pulled his jeans on and said, “That’s what you think…that I got you
drunk to fuck you?”
I stopped looking for my clothes and said, “Isn’t
that the way it works with every unsuspecting girl whose path you cross? I honestly didn’t believe all that bullshit
about you having some notorious reputation for being a male whore…but now I’m
having my doubts…having been on the receiving end of it. I would have never fucked you of my own feel
will…I have a life of my own…I wouldn’t need to get busted ass drunk just to
fuck some guy I thought was good looking.”
Mark said, “Look lady, You might have been drunk but
you wanted it just as much as I did…at least you acted like you did…you came in
the shower with me and was touching me…and I did the same to you and you
enjoyed it…and we fucked on this bed…about 4 times last night…and you never
complained once…in fact it was more along the lines of begging me to fuck you
harder.”
I stood there shocked after I’d retrieved all my
clothing and gotten dressed…I said, “You Rotten BASTARD!”
I picked up his steel toed boot from the floor and
threw it at him…he ducked and it hit the wall…leaving an imprint…in the
wall…when Mark stood back up to his full height, I threw his other boot at him
and hit him right in the forehead with his own steel toed boot.
“SON OF A BITCH!.” Mark’s voice boomed through the hotel as he
collapsed onto the bed holding his head…he turned over and was holding his
forehead and said, “The bitch hit my with my own steel toed boot.”
I jumped on the bed and stood over Mark and said,
“Stay away from me…stay away from my sister and my friends…cause if you
don’t…Next time you’ll not only get a boot in your forehead…you’ll get one in
your ass.”
I stepped down off the bed and grabbed my purse and
left the hotel…I took a cab back to the ABC parking lot and jumped in my Toyota
RAV 4 and went home.
Meanwhile…Mark rolled around and said, “Oh…you’re
life is about to be turned up side down baby.” He pulled his cell phone out and made a few
phone calls…
- -2 Months Later- -
I was in my dance studio with the about 15 little
girls in the age ranges of 4 to 6…I had on my red short sleeved body suit and
my black workout nylon pants, with my toe shoes and my hair pulled up into a
bun again as usual.
I was having the girls stretch out…and then was
having them practice slowly warming up with their toe shoes on…I was teaching
the girls how to do a slow warm up with their toe shoes on, and how to stretch
their feet and ankles properly so they would be warmed up correctly before they
started dancing with them on.
With as young as they were they really did
do well with toe shoes on.
Most of them had been dancing since they were 3…and their parents
insisted they go to the best dance academy school there was to offer.
I said, “Jessica, honey your ribbons are coming
untied darling.” Jessica was a fiery
redheaded 5 year old, who absolutely remind me of Samantha when she was that
young. Jessica said, “Alyssa can you
help me, these things are forever coming undone.” I smiled and said, “Sure.”
I knelt down and helped her retie them. As I was standing up, one of the little girls
Marie said, “Ms. Martini there’s a big man standing outside the door.”
I turned and looked…damn it was Mark…but what the
hell was he doing here?
I looked back at the girls and said, “Marie, take
center front and lead the girls in a long exercise warm up…you know the regular
one we do. No body
is to leave this room for any reason…understood girls?” A round of ‘Yes ma’am’ echoed through the
room. I went over and opened the door
and stepped out into the hallway.
I wrapped my arms around myself and said, “What are
you doing here, you’re gonna get me fired?”
Mark said, “I have something to show you.” I said, “So do it and then leave.”
Mark handed me a folded up piece of paper…I looked
at it and then hesitantly started unfolding it to open it up.
As soon as I got it open, I pulled my glasses out of
my pocket and put them on and started reading it:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Original
State
of New Jersey
Marriage
Certificate:
I,
Reverend Christopher Smith
Hereby
certify that on the 12th day of January, two thousand at
Madison
in the County of Lake State of New Jersey,
Groom: Mark Callaway (Undertaker) of Houston, State
of Texas,
And
Bride: Alyssa Marie Martini (Ice Bitch) of New York
City, State of New York
were by me united in
Marriage.
As
authorized by a marriage license issued for that purpose by:
The
Clerk of the Circuit Court of Lake County, State of New Jersey.
Witnesses:
Adam
Copeland
Glenn
Jacobs
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mark said, “Obviously I was more
drunk then I realized.” My eyes
nearly popped out of my head…I flipped the paper over and stapled to the
marriage certificate was a marriage license.
Everything was signed by the both of us and sealed with the official
state seal.
I stood there in total awe…I shook my head no and
said, “Where did you find this?” Mark
said, “I got it in the mail about a week ago…I tried calling you while you was
here at the school, but they don’t give out your work hours or your home
number, plus they won’t disturb you during classes.”
I absent mindedly said, “I work from 7 to 6, Monday
thru Friday…” I got weak in the knees
and started to fall back when Mark grabbed me and helped me sit in a chair next
to the door.
Mark was squatting down in front of me and said, “You okay there darlin’?”
I said, “Please don’t call me that…I don’t know if
these are real or not.”
Mark said, “They have to be real…I found this in my
bag.” He handed me a blue velvet box and
I opened it and it had a set of wedding rings for a girl and a wedding ring for
a guy…the ring was ½ karat diamonds set in a silver band all the way around it,
plus a silver wedding band that matched the males ring.
I said, “Wow, these are beautiful…but this is
impossible.” I stood up and Mark
followed. He said, “Why’s it so
impossible…think about it…we obviously met for a reason…maybe this is fate
intervening and telling us something.” I
said, “Yea…I can hear fate now…oh fate is calling my lawyer to have it
annulled…OH shit I can’t have it annulled…”
Mark said, “Why not?” I said, “My religion…they church looks down
on people who get annulments and divorces from their marriages…but the church
will just have to live with it…I can’t be married to you.”
Mark said, “Is there something wrong with being married
to me?” I said, “Yes…for starters I
can’t be married and work here…I signed a 10 year contract. I’m in breech of my
contract right now…I could get fired and be sued for breech
of contract.” Mark said, “Why the hell
would you work some place, where you couldn’t have a life?”
I said, “I have a life…but it’s mine…When you’re a
ballerina, you only have 10 good years to dance, before you start getting bad
feet, legs, back, knees…everything…I wanted nothing more then
to be a dancer for the rest of my life…but it was cut VERY short and when I
signed on to be an instructor…well instructors have to follow the same rules as
the dancers, you can’t get married or pregnant for 10 years…Just like for men,
they can’t marry or get their wives pregnant for 10 years…cause it cuts into
your dancing time limit.”
Mark said, “So what are you doing to do about the
marriage?” I said, “I’ll have to get it
annulled before anyone finds out. If I
don’t I’m gonna lose everything I worked my ass off for.” Mark nodded and walked away.
I went back into the class room…
I didn’t notice the Head of the Board of Trustees
watching Mark and I talk…even thought he couldn’t hear anything…he couldn’t
imagine what this huge tattooed man would be doing talking to one of his most
talented instructors.
A few weeks later, Mark came to see me again…I
walked out in the hallway like I did before and he said, “It’s a no go…the
judge said since we were so irresponsible in our actions, that we have to
suffer through the consequences.” I
said, “SHIT!” And tapped the wall with
my foot…
A few minutes later a recognizable voice said, “Ms.
Martini may I speak to you in the conference room…Alone.” I looked over and it was the Head of the
Board of Trustees Michael Morris.
I said, “Yes, Mr. Morris.” And followed him…Mark followed us but at a
safe distance…we walked into the conference room and Mr. Morris closed the
door, and Mark sat down in a chair outside of the door.
Mr. Morris said, “Ms. Martini, I noticed that this
is the second time that that rough neck with the tattoos has showed up during
one of your classes…is he a personal friend of yours?”
I said, “No sir.”
Mr. Morris said, “Good heavens
that man isn’t stalking you is he?”
I said, “No sir.”
He said, “So what is he doing here then?”
I said, “He’s just a guy I met and he wanted to talk
to me about a few things…”
Mr. Morris scratched at his go-tee and said, “If he
is going to be a problem, we can always get extra security.”
I said, “No, Mr. Morris, he won’t be a problem I
promise.”
He said, “Well…you seem to be struggling for the
last couple of weeks…I think and the rest of the board thinks that it would be
in your best interest and the interest of the students if you took some
personal time off to get yourself straightened out…”
I said, “But sir…”
Mr. Morris held up his hand to quiet me and said,
“If you are distracted with something going on in your life…then you’re not
giving your students 100% of your attention…so they aren’t getting the proper
teaching that they rightly deserve and require.”
I stood up and said, “Are you firing me Mr.
Morris?”
He said, “No, absolutely not…Alyssa you know as well
as I do…you are the best instructor this school has to offer…you was the best
dancer until your unfortunate accident…but none the less…just because you can’t
dance anymore…doesn’t mean you can’t share your passion for life with others.”
He paused for a minute and continued, “Which is why
we even approached you for the instructors position…we
knew you had enough heart to come back and teach these students how to rise
above the pain and heartache…and dance their asses off…”
I said, “How much time does the board wish me to
take off?”
Mr. Morris said, “Nothing less then
6 months…it’s a paid leave of absences…so you will still be getting checks
delivered to your apartment every 2 weeks, just like always.”
I felt like I had been punched in the stomach…
6 months.
They were firing me…but it was just a nice way of
saying we know you’re married…so well pay you 6 months of work for you to leave
quietly and not make a scene.
With no more words being spoken, I walked out…Mark
stood up and said, “Anything I can do to help?”
I said, “No…I really think you’ve done enough.”
I walked back to my classroom, and Samantha was
teaching the little girls…I walked in and explained that I was taking a leave
of absence and gave all the girls a hug…and told Samantha to come by my
apartment later, and I’d explain everything.
I went to my office grabbed my purse and car keys and took off after
locking up my office.
Around 6:30p.m. Samantha let herself into my
apartment and I was sitting in a tub full of warm water and bubbles…still
staring at the marriage license and certificate…I couldn’t believe it…
I was married…when I wanted to be…but I wasn’t even
happy about it, because of my job. And I
wasn’t exactly married to the guy who made me want to have a million children
with him…but he was still good looking…Who the hell do I think I’m kidding…the
man was fuckin’ fine!
Samantha came in and sat on the toilet lid and said,
“So what happened and why was Taker there to see you?” I leaned have and handed her the 2 pieces of
paper. It took her a few minutes to read
then and for it to finally kick in at what they were saying exactly…but she
nearly flew through the roof once she figured it all out…
I believe her words were, “HOLY FUCKIN’ SHIT
ALY! You’re married to the
Undertaker.” I laughed and said, “His
name is Mark woman…and yes it seems we both had a little too much to drink and
drove into New Jersey and got married…”
Samantha with her head constantly in the gutter
said, “So did you consummate this marriage?”
I said, “Samantha Ann Martini! I
don’t believe you asked me that…well yes we did…actually…Mark said we
consummated it 4 times.”
Sami said, “And…was it any good?” I said, “My thighs and pussy still tingle
every time I think about how sore I was the next day when I woke up…it had to
of been some great sex, I just wish I could remember it…hell I wish I could
remember anything that happened that night…”
Sami said, “So what are you going to do?”
I said, “Well, I have a 6 months leave of
absence…I’m sure I can’t think of something within the next 183 days…The judge
won’t grant us an annulment or a divorce because he said we were irresponsible
and should responsibility for the consequences of our actions. The only thing we can do is try the divorce
and annulment thing again in 2 months.”
Sami said, “Is that all you can do…I know if I was
married to him…I would enjoy it down to the last drop.”
I said, “Samantha this isn’t a cup of coffee, it’s a
marriage to a guy who was drunk and so was I…this is not how you build steady
relationships. You don’t not get drunk
and find the first guy who throws a cheesy one liner at you and fall at his
feet, get married to him and fuck him…that’s not a relationship…it’s not even a
marriage.”
I propped my head up on
the side of he tub and huffed, “What the hell do I
know…I haven’t had a really relationship in a couple of years…I was going
through a 3 year drought when I married Mark and then screwed him.”
Sami said, “Maybe you need that little extra shock
to the system…now that you know you really can have ANY man out there…” I said, “It was a shock…but it doesn’t prove
anything except to say don’t get drunk around Sexy guys with tattoos, muscles,
and a really nice ass. Oh shit I give
up.”
I
got out of the water as Samantha went home and said she’d call me later in the
week. I dried off and got dressed…I was
about to sit down when there was a knock on my door…
I walked over in my red sleep shorts and tank top,
my hair braided…and opened the door…and came face to face…well more like face
to chest with Mark…I said, “Are you lost?”
Mark chuckled and said, “I’m beginning to understand why we put Ice
Bitch on the Marriage Certificate…Can’t I just wanting to visit my wife?”
I said, “Please don’t make me puke up whatever I had
for dinner…You’re so…”
Mark said, “Pleasant? Wholesome?”
I said, “Unwelcome.”
Mark said, “Unwelcome? I guess someone still has her panties in a
twist.”
I said, “Don’t for one minute think that you have
any affect what so ever
on my panties.”
Mark smirked and said, “So what did I have an effect
on?”
I said, “Other than my upchuck
reflex…Ummm…Nothing.”
Mark said, “I just wanted to talk…is it okay for me
to come in?” I said, “Sure…it’s your
quarter.” I opened the door wider and
stepped aside and Mark leaned down under the doorway to walk into my
apartment. I closed the door and crossed
my arms over my chest and said, “So…to what do I owe for this visit from my big
tattooed husband?”
As soon as I said tattooed, I felt the unmistakable
soft fur rubbing against my bare ankles…I leaned down and scooped up the cat
and said, “Oh look…Tattoo, meet tattooed…”
Mark said, “You named your cat Tattoo?”
I said, “Yea, being as it is MY cat…so did you plan on speaking or was you going to stand and ask me stupid questions for the
next hour?”
Mark cleared his throat and said, “I heard about
what that guy said to you…you know about the 6 month leave of absence…and I was
wondering…just as a stress reliever to you, if you’d like to come with me while
I do some traveling for a few months…you can come meet the guys I work
with…they really aren’t as bad as most people set them up to be…they are a nice
group of girls and guys…I mean it’s not like you have too…but I just figured it
would be nice for you, to be able to get out of New York for a while…”
I said, “Are you insane? What the hell would I do while on the road
with you, while you worked? Pick shit
with chickens? I mean I honestly
wouldn’t mind meeting some of your co-workers and friends…but I am the type of
person who if I’m not doing something or making myself useful I get bored
fast…and I don’t want to be a pain in your ass while you’re trying to work.”
Mark said, “You’re my wife…you wouldn’t be a pain in
my ass…and I’ll find something interesting for you to do while you’re with me
on the tour. C’mon you’ll love it…and if
in 2 weeks you can honestly tell me you’re not enjoying yourself I’ll get you a
plane ticket to come back home. C’mon
we’re going right through my home town Houston Texas…I can show you the ranch I
live on.”
I said, “What are you gonna tell your friends about
me?” HE said, “I’ll just tell them it
was a last minute marriage…and I brought you on tour to check things out.” I said, “I don’t…okay…I’ll come with you…when
do you need me ready to leave?” Mark said, “Good…3 days…until then, I’ll stay
out of your hair…I’ll also make sure the hotel rooms we stay in have double
beds…I don’t want to intrude on your comfort level.”
I smiled and said, “Thanks.” Mark nodded and said his good-byes and
left. I watched as he left…and couldn’t
help but think.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
So
3 days later, I went with Mark on the WWE wrestling tour…it was definitely
interesting…Mark gave me the rings to wear around the other wrestlers so we
would actually look married…And he was right 2 weeks later, Mark asked me if he
needed to drop me off at the airport and I said, “No.” I was having way too much fun…I learned
something new about Mark nearly every day…I got to meet Mark’s little brother
Glenn Jacobs…when their parents divorced Mark took their fathers last name…and
Glenn took their mothers. They were so
much alike it was eerie.
-
-1 Month Later- -
Veronica
called me and let me know her relationship with Adam (Edge) was really good…and
said, “Aly, Just suck it up and be a wife to
Mark…cause it was your screw up…plus from what I hear the man is loaded.”
I
said, “Roni…You’re forgetting one thing…I don’t love
Mark…He might be a nice guy with a nice job…but I don’t love him…and you know
me…I’d rather marry for Love then Money.”
Roni said, “Why can’t you guys co-exist in the
same relationship…obviously there was a reason you guys met…God wouldn’t have
let you guys meet and get married if you wasn’t each others
soul mates.”
I
said, “Dear Roni…Dear sweet delusional Roni…We do have a reason for getting married…and their
names are Tequila and Margarita. This is
our punishment from God for getting drunk and having sex without knowing each
other for longer then one night.” Roni scoffed and said, “Yea…like knowing each other longer
then a night would really have an advantage.”
I
was sitting in Mark’s dressing room while he was getting ready for an interview
before his match later that night…Glenn was sitting next to me and I had my
cell phone on speaker phone…Glenn could hear everything that Roni was mouthing off about…
I
said, “Roni, I realize that the men in this
institution aren’t severely lacking, but killing myself so I can be with a guy
who has money is beyond the scope of
normal obsessions…I’d be venturing far past daytime talk show follower and
entering the world of those who need very expensive therapy.”
Roni said, “That’s fine…you
make fun now…but when you guys finally get your divorce…don’t come crying to me
cause you miss the money.” I said, “What
money…The only thing that man has paid for since I’ve been on this trip for 1
month is the hotel rooms and rental cars…”
Roni said, “Maybe he’d be a little more
inclined to pay for more if you gave him some more pussy. Apparently he liked the first helping…maybe
it’s time for a second.”
I
said, “Don’t be vulgar Veronica Chase…This is my body and life we are speaking
of…I don’t remember getting married to this man…and if we’re soul mates, then
God sure has a funny way of showing it.
No you just take Adam and leave me and my life out of your mind. And if you see my sister…please tell her to
call me…I haven’t heard from her in a week.”
Roni said, “Okay Alyssa…I
will.”
We
said our goodbyes and I shut the phone off and threw it in my backpack.
I
said, “Geez, I have to get out of here for a while…Glenn is there a place in
this arena, I an go to just
relax and work out my tension?” Glenn
said, “Sure…c’mon.” I said, “Mark…I’m
going with Glenn.” As
I slung my backpack over my right shoulder. Mark stuck his head out of the locker room
attached to the dressing room and said, “Alright, be back an hour before my
match…I need to talk to you about something.”
I nodded and walked away with Glenn.
Glenn
took me down to the huge built in gym for the wrestlers…there was a bunch of
mats rolled up and a clean, smooth concrete floor…I smiled and said,
“Thanks.” Glenn nodded and went back to
his dressing room to get ready for his match.
Chapter 13
I
couldn’t help but remember what Roni had said about the
money…and it was never about the money…the truth was…the first time I laid eyes
on Mark, I knew I was falling in love with him…I just couldn’t admit it to
myself…I kept trying to play the whole marriage thing off…but as much as I
protested it and wouldn’t sleep with Mark…the more I kept admiring the ring on
my finger and couldn’t help notice how great it looked there and also how good
it felt there too…I liked the fact that Mark referred to me as his wife to the
other guys…
So
I should probably retract the statement about Roni
being delusional…cause the only one delusional
here…was me…I couldn’t admit it to myself or anyone else that I was completely
head over heels in love with Mark Callaway.
Though Roni is still delusional…cause she wants to marry for money and love…I just want
love.
Is
that so bad?
I
fixed my exercise pants as I slipped my toe shoes on and tied them around my
ankles as always…I stretched out and popped a CD into the stereo that was
hooked to the speakers placed around the room…and hit play…
Mark
walked up to the gym door, Glenn had told him this was where he took Alyssa…he
looked in and could hear the song she was playing…and watching her move, dance
and stretch her body into unbelievable poses…was amazing…he’d never seen her
move so slick and smooth, like a black panther ready to attack it’s prey…
Alyssa’s
muscle tone was amazing…and he watched in amazement as she lifted her entire
body off the floor with her arms…he watched as she went into a hand stand and
her knees bent and she touched her toe shoe covered toes to the top of her
head, and then slowly lowered her feet to the ground into a back bend…then
pulled her body over and onto her knees.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
la – la – la – la – la – la – la - la
So let them say it's wrong for me to love you
They
could never feel
The way that I do when we kiss
When
were close like this
They
can't see inside my soul
They can't know the love we know
All
they do is waste their time
They
can never change my mind
It's what my heart says that is what I listen to
It's what my heart feels it tells me what to do
It's what my heart knows that's the only, only truth I know it's real
All I hear is what my heart says
la – la – la – la – la – la
What
my heart says
Let them say that I'm a fool to fall so deeply
Cause they will never ever be
Loved so completely
How can they even talk that way
They can't see you through my eyes
They can't feel this love inside
All their words don't mean a thing
They can't change the way I feel
It's what my heart says that is what I listen to
It's what my heart says it tells me what to do
It's what my heart knows that's the only, only truth I know it's real
All I hear is what my heart says to me
And I have never felt so sure about anything
See you are the one, the one that I need
It doesn't matter what they think or what they say
I'm loving
you anyway……yeah……
Oh no
Oh – oh – oh – oh -oh
All I know is what I feel Yeah
It's what my heart says that is what I listen
to
I
listen to…It tells me what to do
It's what my heart says it tells me what to do
It's what my heart knows that's the only, only truth I know it's real
All I hear is what my heart says to me
La
– la – la – la – la – la
And
what it says
Oh,
It’s never lied
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mark
poked his head in as the song went off and said, “Alyssa you ready for that
talk?” I stood up and said, “Sure…” As I walked over and turned the stereo off
and retrieved my CD. Put my music away
and also slipped my shoes off and put them back in my bag.
As
we were walking down to Mark’s dressing room…he grabbed my hand and held onto
it…I know it was just for show…but his warm hand was making my whole body
tingle. The longer he held onto my hand
the more I could feel the moisture building in my panties…All I kept trying to
think about was COLD SHOWER…COLD SHOWER…
Chapter 14
We
got to the dressing room and he dropped my hand and closed the door and said,
“I found something for you to do…You’re gonna ride with me out to the
ring.” I said, “Are you mad man? I have never ridden on a motorcycle my entire
life…and I’m not about to go down to the ring on one in front of thousands of
people…you’re insane.”
Mark
said, “Oh c’mon…if we can’t enjoy sex like a married couple should…at least
come down to the ring with me…I mean in any case…if the sweating and muscles
don’t make you horny…maybe some fan down there can make you wet and I can take
advantage of it.”
I
said, “Fuck you.” Mark smirked and said,
“See…We already did…I’m just trying to get you to do it again…” Mark started walking towards me and I was
backing up…and he said, “See…you enjoyed it the last time…You was moaning…and
begging me to fuck you harder…you had those long legs of yours wrapped around
my waist while I was pounding into your sweet spot…”
I
hit the door…and Mark had his pelvis pressed up against mine and I could feel
his erection pressing into my thigh…Mark slowly bent over to me and took my
lips as his…I couldn’t help but kiss back…I love it…the feel of his soft lips
on mine…and his hands caressing my breasts and nipples through my top…
Mark’s
left hand went to the back of my neck and was caressing my neck…I was putty in
his hands…My pulse was racing…and my breathing was erratic…oh yea…I wanted him
now more then I ever wanted any man in my life. Mark lifted me with one arm against his body
and pushed me into the door…I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist
and ran my fingers through his long auburn hair. As I felt him deepen the kiss, I moaned into
his mouth…he knew I was enjoying his ministrations.
Mark
slid his hand down the elastic waist band of my exercise pants and then panties
and started rubbing my clit…I was near insanity…he slid two fingers inside of
me while rubbing my clit with his thumb…and pulled his lips from mine to listen
to me moaning while holding 2 fistfuls of the T-shirt that clung to his
shoulders and arms like a second skin.
Mark said, “Tell me you want to cum…tell me…if you just tell me right
now I’ll make you cum.”
I
was trying to ignore what his fingers were doing to me…but I couldn’t…it felt
so good…Mark kissed my neck and ear and whispered in my ear, “C’mon baby, tell
me you want to cum…don’t make me make you insane…just tell me to make you cum
and I will.”
I
hated the fact that my body was really responding to his touches and betraying
me…I couldn’t take it anymore and finally said, “Mark…Please, make me cum.” He
said, “That’s all I needed to hear baby.”
His lips ravaged mine…as his fingers ravaged my pussy…before long I was
cumming in waves…Mark rode out my orgasm with his fingers…as soon as my body
stopped shaking he pulled his fingers from my delicate center and licked them
clean.
Chapter 15
Mark
slowly placed me back on my feet…I nearly slid down the door, but Mark grabbed
me and kissed me so passionately…and as he pulled away he pointed over to the
couch and said, “Jeans, boots, shirt…Get changed you’re coming with me.” And gave my ass a playful
slap.
I
grabbed the clothes and changed…
Not
bad…I looked at myself in the mirror…and I really liked the steel toed
boots…the jeans were mine…obviously he was planning this and grabbed a pair
before we left the hotel…the shirt was a black cotton tank top that said ‘Property
of Deadman Inc.’. I pulled the chop
sticks out of my hair and let it flow down…it was about 3 inches past my ass
and I could see the dead ends on it…I’d have to remember to visit Bianca next
time I was in town.
I
walked out and Mark stopped in his tracks…he walked over and then proceeded to
circle me like a hungry lion…He smelled my hair and said, “Damn…you look good
enough to eat…well if we had more time I’d drop you on the floor right now and
dig into your pussy with my tongue…but we can save the pleasantries until
later, when we get back to the hotel.” I
said, “What a good idea.”
I
followed Mark out into the hallway and there was a huge Harley sitting outside
his dressing room door…Mark got on and then grabbed my hand and helped me on…he
put my arms around him and said, “Just lean with me when we turn and you’ll be
fine.” I said, “Okay.”
We
took off and out to the ring…the fans were going absolutely ape shit…we circled
the ring once and parked…Mark helped me off and then got off and picked me up
and put me on the outside ring mat…then got up and held open the ropes for me
to get in…which I did…then he followed me in and he did some posing for the
fans…
Mark
explained I was supposed to stand over by his corner and just cheer on the
Undertaker…I wasn’t allowed to say his name…though most fans already knew it…I
was still to refer to him as Taker, Deadman, Undertaker, or Big Evil…He also
said if him and the other guys got to close to where I was standing to back up
so I wouldn’t get hurt.
I
nodded and he held the ropes open and pointed to the corner. I walked over and leaned over the mat and
folded my arms on the mat as I watched the match start…it was a hardcore match
between Mark and Steve Williams (Austin)…Steve had his wife in his corner…Ivy…she
was a firecracker…I’d met her a month ago when I started traveling with
Mark…and we’d become good friends…she reminded me of my friends in New York.
The
match started getting crazy as trash cans, brooms, big metal road signs, trash
can lids were all brought into the ring and they were using them on each
other…I was in awe at how much pain their bodies could with stand…
At
the end of the match Mark won…and as Ivy was helping Steve to the back I got in
the ring…I picked up a trash can lid…I walked up behind him and tapped him on
the shoulder…as he turned around I smacked him in the head with the metal
lid…and said, “If you ever take advantage of my vulnerability again…me and you
will have a serious problem.”
I
got out of the ring and Mark sat up and walked me walk up the ramp and through
the curtain…
Mark
stalked after me and said, “What the fuck was that all about?”
I
said, “You…taking advantage of me about 30 minutes ago in the damn dressing
room…Just because you’re Mark Callaway the God damn Phenome…don’t
expect to get special treatment…I seem to remember me telling you I didn’t want
to be married to your ass…and you just seem to still be trying to get me to
enjoy it…I think from now on we’ll get separate hotel room…I don’t want to slip
up and do something nice and have you take it as a sign to go ahead and finger
fuck me like some wet whore. Just leave
me alone!”
Mark
stopped dead in his tracks and said, “FINE…you don’t wanna be married then we
won’t be married…from now on we only act like were fucking married when were in
front of co-workers and fans…anything else who fuckin’ cares.” I said, “FINE!” I walked away and grabbed my stuff and left
in a taxi to go back to the hotel.
A few weeks later, I was sitting in Mark’s dressing
room like always…trying to read and pretend I was ignoring the fact that he was
walking around in nothing just his jeans…we had spoken very few words since the
whole trash can lid incident…Someone knocked on his dressing room door and Mark
walked over and opened it and growled, “WHAT?”
A little piss ant security guard said, “Mrs. Callaway, you have a
visitor at the back door. Umm…a couple of young ladies by the names of Samantha Martini and AnneMarie Walters.”
Mark looked over and Alyssa and for the first time
in a few weeks, Alyssa had a genuine smile on her face…He watched as she packed
up her laptop and took off out of the room down the hall towards the security
booth at the back entrance of the arena…
I ran down there as fast as my legs would carry me…I
saw Sami and Anne and ran over and practically jumped both of them with
hugs…they nearly squeezed me to death…I said, “God, what are you guys doing
here?” AnneMarie
said, “Well…we decided it was time for a road trip, so we took a week off from
work…and decided that we’d come see you…and see how you’re doing.”
I said, “I’ve got no complaints…yet.” Samantha put her arm around my shoulder as we
walked back to the dressing room…and she said, “You can’t fool me. What’s wrong?” I said, “Well…Nothing…really everything is
fine.”
Sami laughed and said, “Things can’t be too fine…I
turned the TV on a few weeks ago and watched my sister smack her husband over
the head with a metal trashcan lid…he looked just as surprised as did everyone
else in the arena…that wasn’t scripted was it?”
I looked down and she said, “C’mon…you’re my big sister…I know you…you
can’t hide shit from me…I know you too well.”
I said, “Okay fine…no it wasn’t scripted…something
happened…and I just needed to put my foot down and lay out some ground
rules.” Anne smiled her coy little smile
and said, “I can’t believe you hit him…he’s so much bigger then you.” I laughed and said, “You’re so shy woman.” Sami scoffed and said, “She ain’t that
shy…she flashed some guy on the freeway cause he was being an ass.”
I looked at AnneMarie in
shock and she turned bright red…and I said, “Holy shit AnneMarie…” She said, “I swear, you and Sami are a bad
influence on me.” I said, “Oh sure…blame
me…you’re the one who decided on going on a road trip with my sister.” AnneMarie said, “So
when do we get to meet your husband?” I
said, “Well…I believe he was supposed to be going down to the ring…”
We walked down to the ring and saw Mark’s little
brother Glenn and Kevin Nash the current WWE champion…but no Mark. Kevin was a super sweet guy…not much was ever
said by him…he liked a good joke, which I learned that right away…other then that he usually kept himself pretty focused when he was
at the arena. Kevin was 6' 11'' 320 lbs,
deep blue eyes and brown hair…
I said, “Hey boys…where’s Mark?” Glenn said, “I’m sure, I don’t know.” I said, “Alrighty.” Kevin said, “Oh…he went to the back for a few
minutes…something about stubborn ass women and needing to piss.” I said, “Kevin, Glenn this is my little
sister Samantha Martini and her best friend AnneMarie
Walters…please make them feel at home…I’m gonna go see if I can find
Mark.” Kevin and Glenn nodded as they
got out of the ring and shook hands with the girls…I walked up the ramp to the
back…
As soon as I walked back behind the curtain, I could
hear someone giggling…it was a woman giggling…I heard a familiar voice say, “Awww, Markie, I missed you so
much…I can’t believe you went and got married to that stuffy bitch.” The deep southern accented voice that I
recognized to be Mark said, “Now watch it Dawn Marie…She is my wife now.” Dawn smiled and said, “I don’t care…ever
since you’ve been back on the road with her…I couldn’t stop imagining you
leaving her for me…Please tell me that’s what you’re going to do…Please Markie…Pretty Please.”
Mark chuckled a little and said, “Well…I don’t wanna
hurt her feelings or anything…I’ll have to be careful about it…if she finds out
about my feelings for you…then whose to say she won’t
divorce me and try taking me for everything that I’ve got.” Dawn said, “Awww…My
poor Markie…stuck with that stuffy little ballet
dancing bitch…she doesn’t deserve you…you deserve a woman who can take care of
your needs…you’re wants…Everything.”
I looked behind the curtain and hands were roaming
all over each others bodies in little intimate
places…as Mark had his tongue shoved so far down her throat…he could taste what
she had for lunch. I wiped the could of tears that had escaped my eyes as I heard
the conversation between the two of them.
I walked away and went back down to the ring.
Glenn
looked up and saw Alyssa walking down the ramp…she didn’t look happy…infact she had a look in her eyes that said she was hurting
and was trying to hide it good. Glenn watched as Alyssa looked up from the
ground and saw her sister and her friend laughing and having fun…she plastered
a fake smile on her face.
Glenn looked up and saw Mark about 25 feet behind
her…with a lazy shit eating grin on his face…so he had either done something to
her…or she saw him with his all the time fling Dawn Marie.
I watched as Glenn called Mark over and whispered in
his ear…Mark shook his head for a minute and looked at me…then said, “Alyssa
baby, come with me…I need to speak with you in private.” I walked over and stood next to him and he
grabbed my hand and I was nearly creaming my panties again…but all I could do
was just swallow…
I could feel the tears building in my eyes…I didn’t
want to cry in front of Mark…I didn’t want him to know he had any effect on me,
especially like that. We walked back up
the ramp and into an empty dressing room…and he closed the locked the door
behind us.
I stood with my arms wrapped around myself…looking down
at my feet…Mark stood there with his hands on his hips and said, “Something you
wanna talk about?” I said, “It wasn’t my
idea to come back here…this was yours…you wanted to speak in private so here we
are…so start speaking.” Mark said, “Why
are you getting so defensive all of a sudden?”
I said, “I’m not doing anything all of a sudden…I’m just standing here
waiting for you to tell me what you wanted to talk about.”
Mark said, “That’s bullshit and you know…you look
like you’re on the verge of tears…what’s wrong?” I said, “Nothing…nothing that you can fix at
least.” Mark put his index finger under
my chin and raised my head to look in my eyes and when he did that I blinked…he
could see the tears swelling in my eyes…but I refused to let them fall in front
of him.
Mark said, “Why can’t you just tell me what’s
wrong?” I said, “I already told you
Mark…you can’t fix it…you can’t fix every problem I have…” Mark said, “Won’t you at least let me
try?” I said, “For what? You can’t fix me either…As much as I’d like
for you to be able to help me…you can’t…you’ll never be able to help me.”
I turned and left out the door.
It was true…Mark couldn’t help me…he couldn’t stop
me from falling in love with him…no more then I could
stop him from wanting to be with another woman…If there had been any other way
to stop myself, I would have tried it already…but as it was nothing was
working…I even started talking to Veronica more…and listen to her go on and on
about Adam…but nothing worked.
It didn’t matter how many of the guys in the back
that I got along with and became good friends with…I still wanted one man who
didn’t want me…After a while I kept questioning myself…I used to be so
independent…I never depended on anyone in my life but me…
What happened to Miss Independent?
Apparently Kevin had a better luck getting AnneMarie to laugh and giggle while him and Glenn were
messing around in the ring…as did Glenn to my little sister…When they left 3
days later…they both went home with a phone number in their pockets…I shook my
head…damn those two could meet guys out in the middle of a damn desert and
still walk away with a phone number and a date for the night.
I kept to myself for a while…every night I could
hear giggles and whispering behind my back when I was standing out by the
curtains…I knew it was Mark and Dawn…only someone as annoying as her, would
have a laugh that was equally as annoying…and of course no one could substitute
or imitate Mark’s voice. Besides, who
the hell would want to…
Everything Dawn Marie said was true…
I was a stuffy bitch.
I didn’t want to have anything to do with Mark…I
figured since he was the one who let me get so drunk that night and get
married…that everything was his fault…which I should have known better then to
just apply the blame to one person…when there was 2 of us to blame…him and me…I
shouldn’t have known better…mixing Tequila and Margarita’s always has a bad
effect on me…
I knew the only way I could get myself to stop
thinking about it was to dance…so…okay I’ll dance Mark out of my system…At the
next arena I went down to the gym again and did the same as last…this time I
popped in another CD…as t started…the song was so what I was feeling…
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Don't
call him up…anymore
Cause I don't wanna hear…your voice
I don' t wanna see…your face
Answer…his door……
Make…no mistake…
He's
mine…He's mine…He's mine
He only knows…how I feel
I only know…what he's like
When he needs me
Oh how he needs……me…
Deep…in the…night
Make…no mistake…
He's mine…He's mine…He's mine
Don't get to close…when you dance
Cause I don't wanna hear from my friends
You were out…on the town
There in his arms (there in his arms)
There in his arms (there in his arms)
Don't
include him in you dreams (I wanna be in his dreams)
Cause I don't wanna close my eyes (my eyes)
I don't wanna know where he goes…
Each night…when he leaves (leaves)
Make no mistake (make no mistake) ,
He's
mine (he's mine)
He's mine (he's mine)
He’s mine........
Don't call him up…anymore
Don't call
him…up…anymore.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Glenn was walking by and saw Alyssa in the gym…he
could hear the words to the music she was dancing too…it was a damn powerful
song.
It didn’t even scratch the surface.
The more time I spent on the road with Mark, the
more I feel deeper in love with him…and nothing I did helped. I tried everything…talking to the other guys
on the tour…but nothing seemed to help
Every time I turned around I saw Mark and Dawn Marie
talking…And she always had this look of contentment on her face. I really wanted to stick her head in cow
shit…or maybe knock her ass into next week.
I always bit my tongue around her…I constantly had the urge to call her
a slut or something to that fake.
One night she came in and was going over a little
stint that me and her were supposed to have on the outside of the ring while,
Brock Lesnar and Mark were fighting inside. Mark was talking with Brock at the same time…
Mark saw Alyssa giving Dawn the evil eye when she
turned her back to Aly…He could have sworn she was
possessed…he saw the fire burning in her eyes…he knew their presence by the
ring was going to be explosive.
They should definitely not be out by the ring that
night…but the writers wanted to see what the crowd would do if Alyssa was put
into a position where she would have to defend herself.
Oh yea…this was a really bad idea.
After they left the room, Mark said, “What the hell
was that Aly?”
I said, “What the hell was what Mark?”
He said, “That little demonic look you gave Dawn several times.” I said, “I haven’t the slightest clue what
you’re talking about.” Mark said, “Yes
you do…Do you have something against Dawn Marie?” I said, “Me?
I hardly know the old hag.”
Mark put his hands on his hips and said, “She’s
hardly an old hag…she’s 7 years younger then
me.” I said, “Yes…well so is the Queen
of England. Oh shucks…I nearly
forgot…well maybe you’re defending Dawn Marie cause
she’s in your age range.” Mark said,
“I’m not that old Alyssa, Christ I’m only 37…”
Mark was not amused…but I was.
I walked over and put my hands on his chest and
said, “Awww…C’mon big guy…can’t take a little
teasing?” I started rubbing his chest
and said, “C’mon what happened to that big playful guy I married.” Mark’s arms automatically went around my
body…I could almost feel my knees getting weak…and my heart beat shot up.
Mark said, “Oh so now we’re married?” I said, “We’ve been married…or did you
forget?” Mark said, “No I didn’t
forget…I just thought you was blaming me for the whole
thing.” I said, “I am…but it doesn’t
mean we can’t co-exist until the judge will grant us a divorce.”
As soon as the words came out of her mouth…Mark felt
his chest tighten…he was falling in love with an beautiful woman…and all she
could think about was getting the divorce…he wanted to hurt her…and hurt her
really bad. He wanted her to know what
real pain felt like. He was going to
make her stay married to him for at least another 6 months and make it a full
year of marriage and then drag her ass through the divorce proceedings.
Yea…she’d learn some God Damn sensitivity then.
I pulled away from Mark and said, “Listen, since
we’re in New York…and since we have about 5 hours until Raw starts…I’m going to
run up to Albany…I have a family member up there that I really need to
see.” Mark said, “That’s fine
darlin’…have a safe trip…I’m gonna go work out a little.” I said, “You do that. Cause there isn’t anything sexier then a man whose already built
sweating shit out in a gym.” I stood on
my tip toes and kissed his cheek. Mark
plants a small kiss on the top of my head…and watched as I left.
When I got back from Albany…I went down to the
wardrobe room and the seamstress handed me new pants…they were black leather,
steel toed boots and ‘Property of Deadman, Inc.’ tank top. After I got dressed…I walked down and was
just about to open the door when I could hear giggling…
I backed away and hid as the door flew open and Dawn
Marie walked out fixing her skirt and top…as she walked down the hallway fixing
her hair that was messed up…a few minutes later Mark walked out zipping up his
black leather pants with a shit eating grin on his face.
I thought my heart was going to fall out of my
chest.
I waited for Mark down by the curtain…I could hear
his titan coming down the hallway…He stopped next to me and was looking at me
and said, “Ready Aly?” I smiled and said, “Sure.” I got on the back and held on. We got in the ring and Mark did his show
boating poses and then held the ropes open for me to get out.
I sat in the corner waiting for mine and Dawns cue
to get at the cat fight…I waited…she got up on the apron and was trying to
distract Mark…All she was supposed to do was tease him a little…but she grabbed
his face and pushed it to her cleavage and then practically shoved her whole
tongue down his throat and then earl came up and out his nose…
That was totally unscripted…
I walked up and as soon as she let him get back to
his match after groping and ogling my husband…I grabbed her by her ankles and
jerked her down off the apron as hard as I possibly could…and her face
immediately came in contact with the bottom of the ring…and BAM her nose was
all bloody…
I grabbed her by the back of her head and Dawn Marie
said, “Alyssa what are you doing…this isn’t scripted.” I said, “Just call it my mad side…You should
of known better then to touch a married man…and if you come near my husband
again…I’ll beat your ass.” And I Put my foot on her ass and shoved her
over the protective wall…she flipped over with ease…and I wiped my hands as I
walked up the ramp…going to the back…and changed into my regular clothes.
Mark couldn’t believe what he had just seen…he
helped Dawn to the back.
Apparently Dawn wasn’t hurt too much…because after I
finished changing, I walked up to the dressing room marked ‘Medical’ I heard some giggling…and then I heard some
moaning and groaning and bullshit like that…
I turned the knob, but it was locked…oh yea…she
wasn’t hurt too bad at all…which was a good thing, cause I was gonna kill her.
I knocked on the door and a female voice said, “Who
is it?”
I held onto the door jam and reared back and kicked
open the door…I walked in and said, “It’s the stuffy bitch.” Sure enough Mark had her back pushed against
the wall screwing her madly…
Mark dropped her immediately and fixed his pants…she
was tugging her skirt down and she said, “I think I’ll go see how Brock is
doing.” I grabbed her by the back of her
head and said, “Where the fuck do you think you’re
going?” She said, “Ummm….” I said, “Say it with me slut…no where.”
Apparently Dawn didn’t like that…She slapped me…and I laughed at
her. I pulled my fist back and punched
her right in the face…
Mark grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder and
carried me down to his dressing room…he put me down and said, “What the fuck is
your problem? You broke her nose and you
just fuckin’ knocked her out…”
I said, “And you was just fucking her brains
out…what’s the difference?”
Mark said, “Who cares if I was fucking her…I have
the right.” I said, “Oh…so since we’re
married it’s okay for you to fuck someone else?
See I was unaware of that rule.”
Mark said, “Since when, you’ve been trying to get out of this marriage
since it started…you’re not a wife…you’re a damn pain in my ass.”
I said, “Yes well you pretty much suck as a
husband…going around and getting your dick wet with how ever many tramps will
let the great Undertaker fuck ‘em. The last couple of months I had grown to
respect you and was on the verge of just telling you maybe there was a God damn
reason we met and got married…”
I exhaled heavy and continued, “Maybe God does work
in mysterious ways…and maybe we should of at least
tried to make a go at this God forsaken marriage before we begged some judge
for an annulment or divorce. But if the
rest of this marriage is gonna be a repeat of what I just saw in there…I don’t
want to even try…you blew it a few weeks ago when I saw you with Dawn.
Mark said, “What the hell are you talking
about?”
I said, “I saw you guys…backstage behind the
curtains…I heard every word you guys said…and I’ve seen you guys none
stop…together…all the damn time…I could hear you guys in your hotel room…I may
have not wanted this marriage, but it doesn’t mean that seeing you with someone
else doesn’t hurt any less. I’m going
home…I have a month left before I go back to work…you…well…you can do whatever
you want…I don’t care anymore.”
Mark yelled, “WE’RE NOT MARRIED!”
I said, “What?”
Mark said, “We were never married.” I looked at Mark like he’d grown 3 heads…
Mark sighed and said, “The marriage is a fake…You’re
not my wife. I had these done by a
friend…we were never married…the documents the signatures everything is all
bullshit.” I said, “Why…I don’t get
it…what did I do that was so wrong?”
Mark said, “That night I meet you…at first you was
such a bitch, then I took you to the hotel and we made love and it was so
beautiful…then in the morning, you freaked out…like you had to get sterilized
because you fucked someone who wasn’t exactly what you was looking for…I wanted
to hurt you…and I believe I’ve just done it.”
I said, “So that’s it…you got your revenge and
you’re sending me on my merry way huh…”
Mark said, “Yea pretty much.” I
blinked and tears slid down my cheeks…Mark said, “Awww…is
the ice bitch really crying…what are those tears for Alyssa…you knew the
marriage wasn’t going to last…you was the one who didn’t even want to be
married…and I did it just for fun.”
I sniffled as I turned and went to go get my
backpack…and left.
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Miss
independent
Miss self-sufficient
Miss keep your distance
Miss unafraid
Miss out of my way
Miss don't let a man interfere, no
Miss on her own
Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne
So, by keeping her heart protected
She'd never ever feel rejected
Little miss apprehensive
Said ooh, she fell in love
*****************************
I was sitting outside again when I heard the door
open and close…I looked up and Saw Mark staring back at me…I said, “Haven’t you
done enough damage?” Mark said, “Why are
you crying? You didn’t even want to be
married to me…and now that you find out your not…I figured you’d be
overjoyed…”
*****************************
What is the feelin' takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open my door
Surprise...its time
To feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need to be defensive
Goodbye, old you
When love is true
*****************************
I said, “Ya know Mark…there are some things that you
DON’T know about women. If I was you, I’d
go back and read the hand book…cause you’re not doing
too hot right now…” My taxi pulled up
and I put my bag in and started to get in when Mark grabbed my arm to keep me
out and said, “Tell me now…why are you getting so dramatic…when you’ve hated my
guts for the last 5 months…”
*****************************
Misguided heart
Miss play it smart
Miss if you want to use that line you better not start, no
But she miscalculated
She didn't want to end up jaded
And this miss decided not to miss out on true love
So, by changing her misconceptions
She went in a new direction
And found inside she felt a connection
She fell in love.
*****************************
I said, “You really don’t know do you?”
Mark said, “No.”
*****************************
What
is the feelin' takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open my door (open my door)
Surprise...its time (yeah)
To feel what's real What happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need to be defensive
Goodbye (goodbye), old you (oh you)
When love, when love is true
*****************************
I laughed and said, “I wish you knew more about me…I
sat and took 5 months of my life to get to know everything about you…saw your
home in Texas…I met your dogs, rode your horses…met your friends, co-workers
and family…I know so much about you Mark Callaway, that I could write a damn
book. 5 months later…you don’t know shit
about me…you can stand here and call me an ice bitch or any other derogatory
names…but I could give a shit…because you don’t know me…”
Mark scoffed and said, “What’s to know?”
I said, “Because I love you.”
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When Miss Independence walked away
No time for love that came her way
She looked in the mirror and thought today
What happened to miss no longer afraid?
It took some time for her to see
How beautiful love could truly be
No more talk of why can't that be me
I'm so glad I finally feel...
*****************************
I got in the cab and gave the driver the address to
my apartment…Mark stood in the parking lot and watched as the taxi left.
*****************************
What is the feelin' takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open my door
Surprise(surprise)...its time (yeah)
To feel (to feel) what's real
What
happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need to be defensive
Goodbye (goodbye), old you (oh you)
When love, when love is true
*****************************
When I got back home…I contacted Mr. Morris…and told
him I wanted to come back to work…he said it was fine…but he was going to move
me up to teaching ballet jazz dancing while in toe shoes to the 8 - 10 year
olds.
A few weeks later, it was rainy in New York…and I
was in between classes…and was drinking my usual coffee…I walked over and looked
out the window…and down the 3 floors to the front of the building…the rain
smelled heavenly…I opened the windows and the smell was filling the room…
I looked down and saw Mark standing in the middle of
the rain…he’s taken his black leather trench coat off and had it slung over his
shoulder…and he was looking up at my studio…he was soaked from head to
toe…About 5 minutes later, I walked away from the window as the girls were
coming in for their class..
A month later, Mark got into the ABC building and it
was in the late after noon…I didn’t have a class
until late that night…and I was waiting for Sami so we could go and get some
dinner before my last class…we were both starving…I turned the music on and
tightened my laces to my toes shoes…I didn’t see the guys standing out side the door…listening to my music and watching me
dance.
***************************************
You took…your coat off
Stood in the rain,
You’re always crazy like that
And I watched from my window
Always felt I was outside
Looking in…on…you
You were always the mysterious one
With dark eyes and careless hair
You were fashionably sensitive…but too cool…to care
Then you stood in my…doorway with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice
In case you failed to see
This is my heart bleeding before you
This is me down on my knees
And These foolish games…are tearing…me apart…
Your…thoughtless words…are breaking…my…heart
You're breaking my…heart…
You were always brilliant
In the morning
Smoking your cigarettes
Talking over coffee
You philosophies on art
Baroque moved you
Though you loved Mozart
And you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar
You'd teach me of honest things
Things that were daring
Things that were clean
Things that knew what an honest dollar…did mean
I hid my soiled hands…
Behind my back
Somewhere along the line
I must have gone off…track…with you
Excuse me…think I've mistaken you for…somebody else
Somebody who gave a damn…
Somebody more…like myself
And these…foolish games…
Are tearing me - You’re tearing me – You’re tearing…me apart…
And your…thoughtless words…are breaking…my…heart
You're breaking my……heart……
You took…your coat off
And stood in the rain
You were always like that
***************************************
“Enjoying
the view?”.......
Chapter 24
When
Mark heard the voice his head snapped to the side…it was Samantha, Alyssa’s
little sister…Mark just shrugged his shoulders at her question.
Sami
said, “Isn’t she amazing?”
Sami
took a standing place standing next to Mark and watched Alyssa…She continued,
“You know after all she’s been through…she still has a smile on her face when
she comes to work every day…she was destined to be the best dancer in the
world…to bad fate decided to change her life.”
Mark
looked over and Sami and said, “What do you mean?” Samantha said, “You mean she never told you
about the accident?”…Mark shook his head no…Sami said, “C’mon big guy…let me
get you some coffee.” Mark went with
Sami down to the company’s cafeteria and they grabbed some coffee and sat
down. Mark said, “So, what accident are
you talking about.”
Sami
sipped her hot coffee and placed the cup back on the table sitting across from
the huge guy…Sami said, “Well…Aly was 19 and a year
into her job as the biggest ballerina at ABC…she was the lead in nearly every
ballet and performance…Late one night while driving to our parents
home in Albany…a drunk drive plowed into the drivers side of her small car…shattering her pelvis and any
chance to ever dance again…but you don’t honestly think that kept my sister’s
stubborn side from showing?”
Mark
said, “I’m willing to bet not.”
Sami
said, “You bet your ass…Alyssa went through 14 hours of reconstructive
orthopedic surgery with the best god damn doctor in the world…She also went
through a year and a half of physical therapy…when she finished all of it…she
came out as the once again perfect ballerina…every one
was shocked when she walked back into the school and took her place back as the
lead in her most famous roll she loved…she did the Nutcracker…but it was to be
her last performance.”
Sami
sniffled and said, “When the dancers got back to the studio to start a new
dance…The bastards here from the Board of Trustees and her instructors pulled
her aside and said she shouldn’t continue dancing…when ever
she was lifted into the air her hips looked crocked…see when a woman is lifted
by her hips they have to stay flat and even…”
Sami
stopped to chew on her thumb nail and then continued, “Alyssa had both hips
replaced during the reconstructive surgery…so she really couldn’t control what
her hips did…they were just there to help her walk…as a result, her right hip
goes higher in the air by 3 lousy inches.
And because she had signed a contract…their asses were covered and
Alyssa was heart broken.”
Mark
said, “How did she become a teacher?”
Sami
said, “Sheer dumb luck…because they all loved her so much and knew she was the
hardest working ballerina in the company…they felt that they couldn’t just
throw her away like a Barbie with 2 missing legs…so they made her an offer…she
cried for a week before she decided to take the job…it was her destiny…if she
couldn’t be a dancer then she could be a dance instructor. Even now…I don’t know how she can bring
herself to not just tell them to shove the job…but then again I do…because she
loves to dance.”
Mark
said, “Well…in a way I can feel her pain…once I retire from wrestling…I’m
supposed to have hip replacement surgery…I didn’t take care of my body when I
was younger and I’m paying for it now.”
Chapter 25
Samantha
sat there looking at Mark and said, “You love my sister don’t you?” Mark said, “Yes.” She said, “Why didn’t you tell her…she may
have fought with you constantly…but if you would have told her that, I
guarantee that she would have told you how she felt about you, before you told
her about the fake marriage.”
Mark
said, “She told you about that?” Sami
said, “No…Your brother told me…since his signature was on that paper
also.” Mark said, “Don’t be mad at
him…it was my fault.”
She
said, “I’m not mad at him…I’m not even mad at you…I know Alyssa has that bitch
attitude when people first met her…but I always say, walk a mile in her shoes
and then tell me what she has in her life to be so God damn happy about.”
Mark
said, “I didn’t even realize I loved her until she left.” Sami laughed and said, “Yea…most guys don’t
realize shit until it’s too late…you should tell Alyssa how you feel…if nothing
else be real with her…tell her everything your thinking and feeling…get your
wife back.”
Mark
said, “She was never my wife.” I said,
“Sure she was…for a split second…it might have been fake documents but to her
it was real…just try she might surprise you…she can usually always shock the
hell out of me…”
Mark
said, “Whoa…you’re actually telling me to just walk up to her and tell her how
I really feel?” Sami said, “Of
course…why would it be so bad to just be honest with her and yourself…obviously
you’ve liked her more then you was willing to admit, since she saw you messin’ around with Dawn Marie…and by the way I have one
word for that little sexcapade with Dawn Marie you
had.”
Mark
said, “Oh really…and what’s that?”
Sami
said, “What else but….eww.”
Mark
laughed hard from the back of his throat…Mark said, “Somehow I knew you was
going to say that…you know you and Alyssa are one in the same…she bagged on
Dawn Marie, of course, you was just a little nicer about it.”
Samantha
laughed and said, “I highly doubt it…You don’t wanna know what I think about
her.”
Mark
laughed again and said, “I’ll take your word for it.”
A
few minutes later, Glenn walked up behind Samantha’s chair and said, “Ready to
go beautiful?” As he
leaned over and kissed the top of her head.
Sami
smiled and said, “Yes sir I am. Now
Mark…Give me 5 minutes to call and cancel dinner with my sister…and then go up
there and tell her. I’m telling you this
because, she loves you…she didn’t stop loving you just because she found out
the marriage was a fake…I have to hear her crying every night in her room…and
wake up to her with that fake cheesy ass smile on her face every morning, cause
she doesn’t know I can hear her at night…she always wants to be the strong
one…besides…I don’t think I would mind having you as a brother-in-law.”
Mark
said, “Oh really and why’s that?” Sami
smiled and said, “Because…if you guys could get your shit together and grow up
a little you could actually make a great married couple some
day…that and the fact that You brother asked me to marry him and I’ve excepted.”
Mark
looked stunned and said, “No body tells me anything
anymore.”
Samantha
and Glenn started to walk away when Sami stopped and turned to Mark and said,
“Oh and by the way Mark…”
Mark
said, “Yes?”
Sami
said, “Sweep her off her feet.” She
turned and continued down the hallway as she called Alyssa’s cell phone to
cancel.
Meanwhile, I was going over some of the dance moves
I was going to be teaching my last class…I can’t believe Samantha called and
cancelled…actually yes I can…Glenn is in town and I would dump me too if I was
her…I stopped for a minute and checked my watch I had 2 hours before my last
class would be coming in…I suddenly got the feeling someone was watching me…I
looked over and saw Mark standing by the door with his hands on his hips.
I blinked and instantly tears slid down my cheeks…I
turned around and walked over to the window with my back to the door…I wrapped
my arms around myself as I hear the door open and close…I could hear Mark’s big
black steel toed boots echo thuds on the hard wood floor of my studio…I could
feel him standing behind me… and hear him breathing…I couldn’t imagine what he
wanted.
Mark said, “Alyssa, did you know my brother and your
sister are getting married?” I just
nodded… Mark’s big hands came up and
touched my shoulders…
Chapter 26
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A
mountain of stone
A door of steel
Can’t
stand in my way
I’d
go on
Brutal
machines
Unbending
laws
Can’t
slow me down
I’d
go on
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Mark could feel her shaking…he couldn’t tell if it
was because she was cold or if it was because of him. Mark wrapped one arm around her waist and one
arm around her shoulders across her chest to her other shoulder…she laid her
head against his arm and he felt his heart beat started racing…
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I’ve
learned how to deal
And
when to fight
I
know what’s real
I
know what’s right
I’m
not afraid
A
wounded dove
I
can be tender
In
a world so tough
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Mark kissed the top of her head and said, “I’m so
sorry Alyssa…I know I was an insensitive asshole, revenge makes people do
stupid shit…I never realized it until you left…but…I love you…and as much
bitching, arguing and fighting we did while on the road…I enjoyed having you as
my fake wife…but the thing is now…Now that you’ve made me fall in love with
you, I want you as my real wife.” Mark
felt her body tense in his arms.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing…I had to of
been hearing things…this wasn’t Mark is was some guy
that looked like him…it couldn’t be him…although the tattoos did sort of give
him away…BIG TIME! I leaned my head down
and touched my face to his warm forearm as the tears slid down my cheeks and
onto his warm tattooed skin.
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I’m
sure I could face
The
bitter cold
But
life without you
I
don’t know
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Mark felt something warm touch his forearm…he turned
Alyssa around and watched as her tears slid out of her big eyes and down her
already wet cheeks…Mark touched her face and wiped the tears away…and leaned
down and captured my lips with his…and then pulled away…
Mark got down on one knee and said, “Okay if I’m
gonna do this the right way this time…then damn…I’ll be asking the question and
you better give me the right answer.
Alyssa Martini, Will you marry me?”
Mark watched as the brightest smile lit up her face.
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The
winds of the heart
Can
blow me down
But
I get right up
And
I stand my ground
I’ve
tasted fear
My
share of pain
The
wasted tears
Of
love in vain
I’ve
held you tight
Pushed
you away
Now
with all my might
I
beg you to stay
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I couldn’t even say anything, I jumped on Mark as he
fell back onto his back on the floor…I ravaged his lips with mine…and kissed
his eyes and face and nose and mouth and cheeks…Mark chuckled and said, “Is it
safe to assume that’s a yes?” I said,
“Hell yes.” As I kissed his lips again,
Mark rolled us over and sat up long enough to put the ring on my finger…I
looked down and it was the same ring he’d gotten me before…
Mark said, “That ring was destined to be on your
finger for the rest of your life…just like you was
destined to be mine forever.” I smiled
as I changed shoes and grabbed my pulled over hooded sweatshirt…
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I’m
sure I could face
The
bitter cold
But
life without you
I don’t know…No
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We walked down to the main office where Mr. Morris
was and I said, “I quit.” Mr. Morris
said, “Ms. Martini, w-w-what a minute young lady.” I said, “No you wait…life is too short to
make life long decisions…See this big tattooed guy next to me?”
Mr. Morris swallowed hard and said, “Yes.”
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I
know what I want
I
know what I need
But
there’s just one thing
I
must believe
Deep
in the night
By
a dying flame
You
will be there
When
I call your name
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I said, “I love him…and he loves me back…and I could
very well love him more then dancing…a year ago I
could have never said that because I thought that dancing was the most
important thing in my life…but a year ago…I didn’t know him…but I know him
now…and I know him enough that if something goes wrong with parts of my body,
he’s gonna love me no matter what…he sure as hell doesn’t care that at one time
I was the best in this business and I have to tell you, I don’t really care
about that either.”
Mark wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my
temple and I said, “Nothing matters in my life right now but me and him…and
we’re getting married, and I’m gonna go on the road with him when ever he wants me by his side…and were gonna live in
Texas, were gonna ride horses and were gonna have babies…So I quit.”
*****************************
I’m
sure I could face
The
bitter cold
But
life without you
I
don’t know
*****************************
We walked out together and down to the front of the
school where Mark had his bike parked. I
pulled my sweatshirt on and Mark helped me get on…Mark stepped back and I
touched his forearm he looked down at me and I said, “I love you.” Mark got closer and said, “I love you
too…” And kissed my
lips. Mark got on and I wrapped
my arms around him as tight as possible…as we rode through the streets of New
York on our way to elope…this time…for real.
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I
don’t know
I
don’t know
I
don’t know
I
don’t know, don’t know
I…don’t…know
I
don’t know
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So what is the answer to the question…
What happened to Miss Independent?
Ooh, She fell in love.
The End