Everything is Coming To An End

God how I hate morning sickness. I just wanted this to be over with already! I’m extremely tired. I just want to sleep all day and watch Looney Tunes. I might do that. But I just remember that Corey and I are going back home, and that Corey is meeting up with Emery to talk about goalie business or whatever. More like men things, knowing Crawford, I have to cook because he and Emery gets hungry so fast. And I eat a lot. Ugh! Why does it have to be me to do everything? So not fair. And plus, Rachel is in Chicago today because she wants go hang out with Taylor’s dad. I want to go! But I can’t… I have to babysit her son for her. She said that it’s good practice for when I have my child I don’t get all hype and shit. I didn’t tell Corey yet because I don’t want him getting all freaked out about it. Well maybe not freaked out but you know what I mean. He was still sleeping so I don’t want to tell him right when he waked up. It’s not good. He’s in bad moods when he wakes up. I remember when we were at the Playoffs last season, I was in Sharp’s room, and when Kat and I would wake up we would always bang on the teams doors to wake them up. We banged on Crawford’s door and he flipped out. I felt bad afterwards. His hair was a mess. But anyway back to the present day. I left the room, Crawford was still sleeping, and well everyone was still sleeping. But I went into the living room and I thought wrong, Kane was up. This was a perfect time to yell at him for doing what he did at the party two nights ago. I mean if you yell at him, he’ll do much better at games, and get more goals. When he gets more goals, I will stop making fun of him….MAYBE.

“Morning Patrick.” I said.

“Morning Jay.” He said switching channels.

“You know I’m gonna hurt you right?” I uttered.

“Yes. But I’m not scared of you.” Kane glared.

“You better be scared. Bitch I will roundhouse you. What the fuck is your problem making out with some bitch from the bar?!” I shouted softly.

“It was an accident. I had way too much to drink that night. I asked her where the bathroom was she walked me to the bathroom and next thing I know, I had lipstick all over me.” Kane explained.

“You expect me to believe that?” I cocked my head.

“Uh, yes. Because that really happened.” Kane said.

“I don’t know if I should believe you. But I’m being dead serious right now, you hurt my Bubbles, I will make your life 10 times worse then it already is. Oh and that’s promise.” I said.

“Fine, but mark my words, May 17^th, that day, I will be marring Kat. With or without your permission. Now that’s a promise.” Kane snapped.

“No you won’t. I’m like best friends with her mom. She won’t allow it.” I shrugged.

“So? I don’t care. I don’t need anyone’s approval.” Kane said.

“Her dad will be walking her down the fucking aisle stupid!” I rolled my eyes.

“No not really. We’re getting hitched in Vegas.” Kane said going back to watching TV.

“No the hell you’re not!” I shouted.

“Yeah we are.” Kane said.

“Listen you fucktard, I’m not messing around anymore, I may be pregnant but that won’t stop me from kicking your ass. Now either you man up and tell Kat what you did, or I will.”

“You need to fucking calm down, that’s what you need to do.” Kane said.

“Oh my god.” I rolled my eyes going back to the room.

Fucking shrimp boy ruined my morning. I really hope I’m not in a bad mood when I babysit Trevor. I hate being mean to little kids. He is only three but, it still not nice.

“What was all that yelling about?” Corey asked.

“No reason. Kane’s being a dick that’s all.” I shrugged.

“Well that’s normal.” Corey thought.

“EW what’s that smell?” I gagged.

“My cologne.” He laughed.

“Why the hell did you put so much on? You know I don’t like that smell.” I said.

“I’m sorry. We’re having a team meeting later.” Corey said.

“Can I come?” I pouted.

“You can’t. It’s a TEAM meeting. Not bring your girlfriend to a team meeting.” Corey explained.

“That’s not fair! I want to see my buddy Emery.” I said pouting.

“You’ll see him later today.” Corey laughed.

“Speaking of later….” I uttered.

“What?” Corey turned around.

“I’m babysitting Trevor for Rachel.” I said.

“What?! Why?! I don’t want babies in my house.” Corey glared.

“COREY!” I gasped pointed to my stomach.

“I didn’t mean it like that baby.” He said.

“That was fucking hurtful.” I rolled my eyes going back under the covers to go back to sleep.

“Don’t be mad.” He said making puppy dog faces.

“You know when you do that your cheeks are cute.” I smirked.

“I’ve been told I have great cheeks.” Corey laughed.

“By who?” I cocked my head.

“My mother.”

“Well your mom is a smart woman.” I smiled, giving Corey a kiss.

“Are you going to sleep now?” Corey asked fixing his tie.

“Yeah, my head hurts really bad.” I pouted.

“Awe. I hope you feel better. Drink some tea.” He suggested.

“Yeah I know. I’ll do that. Have fun at your meeting.” I yawned.

“I will. I love you.” Corey said.

“Love you too.” Then I went back to sleep.

I hope I have a really good nap. My head seems like there’s a freaking bomb in there or something.

~~~ Corey’s POV ~~~

“Come on.” I said to Kane, grabbing my keys.

“Damn, I really don’t want to go. Joel is gonna start bitching at us for not playing well.” Kane shrugged.

“Yeah mostly at you guys. I’m the one getting hate from so called hawks’ fans.” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh yeah… I’m sorry about that.” Kane mumbled.

“No you’re not. Shut up.” I laughed.

~~~ At the United Center ~~~

Everyone was listening to what Coach Q had to say about our recent games lately. Even though we won against Both Rangers and Blue Jackets but we’ve been off our game still. No matter what, good game or bad, Joel will always yell at us for something. But I guess more yelling will be good because the more he gets mad I guess… the better we’ll play? I don’t know. But it’ll be okay. I hope. We play St. Louis tomorrow. When the meeting was over, we went to the green room and got something to eat. Stalberg, Emery, Sharp, and I are sitting at one table.

“You know what I’ve noticed?” Stalberg asked, taking a sip of his water.

“What?” I asked.

“You hardly talk in the locker room. And there’s Emery, who never stops talking.” Stalberg laughed.

“Oh really? I mean… I have no one near my locker so….” I shrugged.

“Hossa is next to you.” Sharp said.

“Three stalls down don’t count.” I said.

“I’m next to you, well near you.” Emery laughed.

“It’s fine anyway. Maybe a little space would be nice. I can have a stall for Jamila and the baby.” I shrugged.

“Baby?!” Sharp gasped.

“Yeah, she’s pregnant.” I nodded.

“Boy or girl?” Stalberg asked.

“Don’t know yet. She’s only a few weeks. But she doesn’t know whose it is.” I sighed.

“It’s not mines is it!? I mean, I used a condom… well when I engaged to her I didn’t.” Sharp mumbled.

“No it’s either mine or Bieksa’s.” I said.

“You hope it’s ours?” Emery asked.

“Yeah, yeah I really do. I’m just so crazy about her ever since we started hanging out again.” I uttered.

“What are you gonna do if the kid isn’t yours?” Stalberg asked.

“I’m gonna help, no matter what. I’m helping. Because I know Bieksa probably won’t step up. I mean… come on; it’s Bieksa for god sakes.” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah I know how he is.” Sharp mumbled.

“Hey, at least you’re stepping up and being a good boyfriend to Jamila.” Emery said.

“You’re right. We’re so happy that we haven’t gotten into a fight yet. I just hope it stays that way.” I sighed.

“We had a lot of those.” Sharp said.

“Yeah I know. She told me.” I laughed.

After our little lunch, the meeting was over. I took Emery’s car and Kane took his car back to his house. I know that Jamila is already back at my house. Because she texted me saying that she’s at my house, I’m just trying to figure out who took her. But anyway, I just remembered that Rachel will be dropping off her son so Jamila can babysit… ugh, I hope that baby doesn’t cry a lot. But that’s what babies do… I guess.

~~~ My POV at Corey’s apartment ~~~

Rachel just dropped off Trevor and for some odd reason, I’m still fucking tired. This is like unacceptable. I should try to put Trevor to sleep so I can go to sleep and I don’t have to hear Emery and Crawford talk about goalie stuff. But it was too late, after Rachel left, 20 minutes later Corey and Emery were pulling up into the driveway. Great… I went into the kitchen so I can make food for Trevor. I turned the TV too Blues Clues because he loves that show. Trevor kept playing with the remote so I took the batteries out so he can finish play with the remote so I don’t have to keep changing the channel back to Blues Clues.

“Hey baby.” Corey said walking over to me and giving me a kiss.

“Hey.” I smiled.

“Sup shorty! And mini shorty.” Emery laughed giving me a hug.

“I’m fine. Hungry, but fine.” I said glaring at Corey.

“How can you not feed your pregnant girlfriend?!” Emery gasped.

“She’s a big girl. Jamila can get her own food.” Corey said.

“OH SO I’M BIG NOW?! IS THAT A CODEWORD FOR FAT!?” I yelled.

“No it’s not. Calm down.” Corey shook his head.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes sitting back down on the couch and giving Trevor his Sippy cup.

For a 4 year old, Trevor is really talkative. Ever since he’s been here, he’s been saying words more often. I don’t know, but I think that’s bad. Because if he starts talking, then he’s gonna start talking like Rachel, and Rachel has that Canadian accent, for some reason I can’t understand, and Trevor is gonna be like Rachel. Sweet baby Jesus.

“Aunty Mila.” Trevor whispered tapping my leg.

“Yes sweetie.” I smiled.

“When is mommy coming?” He pouted.

“In about 3 hours.” I said.

“I want my mommy.”

“Awe! Sweetheart, don’t cry. Your mom will be here soon. Corey!” I whispered.

“Yes Jamila.” He asked.

“Can you please help me please?” I pouted.

“I’m busy.” Corey said.

“5 minutes of your time won’t kill you!” I said.

“I can’t.” Corey repeated.

“Bring him here.” Emery said.

I walked Trevor over to Emery.

“Hey little guy! Do you play sports?” Emery asked Trevor.

“No, my dad never home to teach me.” Trevor replied.

“You wanna play hockey?” Emery smiled.

“What’s that?” Trevor gasped.

“Your mom is 100% Canadian and you don’t know what hockey is?” Corey cocked his head.

Trevor said no.

“How about we go buy you some equipment and we can go skating. Would you like that?” Emery asked.

“Yes!!” Trevor jumped, and then ran to the bathroom.

I think he got so excited he almost wet himself… I don’t know.

“Alright, let’s get this done so we can bring him to the ice rink.” Emery said looking back at Corey.

“At least someone decided to take 5 minutes to help.” I mumbled walking back over to the couch.

“I’m sorry, god.” Corey rolled his eyes.

“No, no don’t apologize. It’s fine. Sorry, I’m just hormonal right now.” I sighed walking back over to him.

“You should really name your son Ray. You know, for many reasons.” Emery thought.

“I don’t even know what I’m having.” I laughed.

“Well if it’s a boy, name it after to me!” Ray stuck his tongue out.

“Can I tell hi?” I asked.

“Go for it.” Corey smiled.

“Okay well, I was thinking, since you know… you’re like Corey’s best friend and you’re like a brother to me, I was wondering if you would like to be the Godfather?” I asked, smiling.

“WOULD I?! I would love to be the godfather of your kid! Wait what if you’re having twins?!” Ray gasped.

“Trust me, she’s not having twins.” Corey shook his head.

I just rolled my eyes. Then Trevor came out the bathroom.

“Did you wash your hands?” Corey asked Trevor.

“Yes I did. It’s all squeaky clean and smells like apples.” Trevor smiled big.

“Come on sweetie let’s go get you ready.” I smiled, picking him up and getting him ready.

~~~ Sarah’s POV ~~~

“It’s not my fault! I wanted more training so they said I have to stay longer! Why the fuck are you making this such a big deal!?” I shouted.

This has been going on since last night after dinner. I told him at dinner that I was gonna stay at the academy longer, and he flipped shit at dinner, in the car, and at here. And he’s still fucking yelling at me for it. What the fuck?!

“You’re making this harder then it already is! Why the fuck do you need to stay longer?! Huh?! I want you home! Not there!” Kris yelled.

“You have a job, you have a career! I’m home every fucking day watching you on television every fucking day! I need to get out once in a while. This academy will be good for me! Better money will be coming in and we don’t have to be building up bills like how it was last year! I need a fucking job! Why can’t you support me?! I supported you every step of the way and this ONE chance, why can’t you do this for me?”

“I love you, but I won’t let you go to that academy longer. I just can’t. If you leave, we’re done.” Kris said.

“What the hell do you mean done!?” I gasped.

“Done, as in, I don’t want you here. Your choice.”

“I can’t fucking believe this!” I shouted throwing glass all over the place. Till I saw his favorite hockey stick, I grabbed it and smashed it into two.

He got so pissed, he ever yelled at me MORE. That was his favorite stick. I just had a mental breakdown at my boyfriend’s house, and nearly damaged the place. I just grabbed my pack of cigarettes and my phone and left and sat on the porch. It was cold outside but it didn’t care. The sun is still out and it felt hot still. I can’t believe this is happening. I really just want to leave now. Till I got a text message from Jammy.

“Hello my twin! Do you want to go skating? (:”

“No I really don’t feel like skating…”

“Well I don’t care! We’re already pulling up to your house!”

Dammit. Jamila HATERS the smell of cigarettes. She’s gonna flip shit. I can see her pulling up around the corner. She parked like near the corner and started walking to the porch.

“Shit shit shit!” I jumped quickly putting out my cigarette.

“Why are you smoking?” Jamila glared.

“What are you talking about?! I’m not smoking!” I laughed.

“Stop lying. Now come on! We’ll talk about your anger when we get to the rink.” Jamila smiled.

“Like I said, I’m not going anywhere.” I rolled my eyes.

“Bitch you’re coming! Now let’s go!” Jamila said pulling my arm.

“UGH!” I groaned.

~~~ At the ice rink My POV ~~~

Corey, Emery and Trevor all got suited up and went onto the ice. Emery taught Trevor how to skate a little bit while Sarah and I sat down. We are gonna skate but I want to know what the hell is her problem.

“Okay what’s wrong?” I asked her, while I tied my skates.

“Kris and I fought about me leaving. And he said if I go, we’re over. So I flipped. I broke his favorite hockey stick! It was the one when he got a hat trick from the Hawks it was just sitting there on the table, so I snapped it and I left.” Sarah sighed.

“Wait are you still going to the academy?” It’s 2 months away.” I asked.

“Jammy, I need a job. I haven’t been working every since Kris was traded from the Hawks and traded over and over again. It’s hard looking for jobs nowadays. It’s just so damn selfish! I’ve been there for him from all his trades, and then there’s me, he can’t even fucking support my decision because I want to stay longer.” Sarah rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god, please don’t cry.” I pouted.

“I’m not. It feels like someone just stabbed me in the heart.”

“Awe,” I pouted “Everything will be fine.” I said giving her a hug. “Please don’t be upset. I’ll ask Corey to talk to him if you want me too. I have to deal with Kane right now.” I shrugged.

“Thanks Jammy, but I think it’ll be fine if I talk to him. When he’s calm.” Sarah sighed.

“That’s fine. You ready to skate!” I asked getting all excited.

“Yeah let’s hope things will get better afterwards.” Sarah said.

We got off the bench and onto the ice. I think almost slipped but she didn’t. It would have been funny if she did though… but anyway, Emery was helping Trevor skating. Corey was in the goal net. Trevor start shooting pucks at Corey and Corey was dodging some of them. But then he started blocking the rest. It was so cute. I really hope I’m having a boy; I want Corey to have a little buddy with him.

~~~ Couple hours later back at Corey’s house ~~~

We already dropped off Trevor, Emery and Sarah at their houses. But we had to wait a few minutes to leave Rachel’s house because she wasn’t there… it took her a while. But anyway, when Corey and I got home, it was so nice and quiet. I was just DYING to have sex with him. It’s been like 24 hours dammit. I needed something. I mean, I wasn’t hungry or anything. That’s a first, but yeah. But I wanted to see if he wants too.

“Baby.” I said.

“Yes.” He said walking over to the couch.

“Are you tired right now?” I asked.

“Nope, I’m actually wide-” But I stopped him.

“GOOD!” I squealed.

“What are you doing?” Corey laughed.

“Babe, I want a massage.”

“How about, we wait.” He winked.

I smiled as he began massaging my shoulders. I let a low moan escape my lips as his thumbs eased the tension on my shoulder blades. He chuckled and kissed my neck. I knew where this was headed. I know he’s gonna do it! He nibbled softly where my neck met my jaw, and I ran a hand up his neck and through his hair. I felt him smile against my skin. His hands slid from my shoulders, down my chest, and onto the buttons of the shirt. He slowly unbuttoned the first, then the second, but I stopped him.

“Why don’t we...go upstairs?” I suggested.

He raised an eyebrow at me, obviously not understanding. I stood up and took his hand. Once we were in the bedroom, he looked at me, expectantly. I shrugged.

“I thought you wanted a massage?” He cocked his head.

“You’re cute when you’re dumb,” I giggled, pushing him onto the bed.

“Jamila, what’re you-”

I backed away from him, and he was smiling. I touched his lips briefly with my finger and slithered down to his boxers. His fingers brushed my cheek as I began easing his boxers down. As I was taking off his boxers, Corey raised my head.

“Get up here.” He commanded.

I smiled and did as he said. I slid my hands under his shirt and kissed his neck, and he rolled over on top of me. He cupped his hands on my face and pressed his lips to mine. He pulled away, his lips hovering over mine. His hands worked quickly to unbutton my pants and pulled them down with my panties. His hands came back up to pull his shirt off, and he tossed it away. He then finished unbuttoning my shirt, his fingers effortlessly exposing my chest. He pushed inside me. I gasped and let out a soft giggle. I moaned as he eased further inside me. His hands gripped my hips, and he left simple kisses along my neck. His kisses distracted me as he pushed even harder into me. I nudged his head with my chin. He moved his lips down to my breast and hovered there while he slowly pulled out of me. His hands gripped me harder as he moved back in. His breath dragged down over my chest, leaving goose bumps on my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair and arched my back. I tensed around him and closed my eyes, and a final moan escaped my lips, followed closely by panting in an attempt to catch my breath. He put his hands on either side of my waist, bracing himself, but I put my hand on his chest. He put an arm around my shoulders, and I lay down next to him. I felt his breathing slow to a steady pace, and his heartbeat followed shortly. Then Corey, put his lips against my neck as he gave me a hard thrust, and I cried out.

“AH, fuck!” I cried.

After a few more minutes, we fell asleep. That. Was amazing.

~~~ Mid-February ~~~

My stomach is like expanding. I’m getting sick and I’m getting headaches everyday. Ugh, I can’t wait till this pregnancy is over with. But Corey said that he’s gonna sign the birth certificate. Oh man I can feel the controversy at the hospital room. I don’t even know the due date… I haven’t been to the doctors since I’ve been back from my vacation. I think my next check up will be sometime in March or something. But anyway, I was meeting up with Sarah, Kat and Kristen at Starbucks like right now. And I’m like running late. Ugh! Dammit.

“Hey! Sorry I’m late. I had to run some errands.” I said walking in and sitting down.

“Well damn, someone is showing.” Kristen laughed.

“I think it’s the food.” I nodded.

“Or maybe it’s the little assclown growing inside of you.” Kat thought.

“RUDE!” I gasped.

“I’m sorry. But anyway, how are you and Kris?” Kat asked Sarah.

“We’re fine. It’s getting better, just taking a step at a time.” Sarah sighed.

“How are you and Kane though?” Kristen asked.

“What you mean?” Kat cocked her head.

“WHAT?! That asshole didn’t tell you!?” I stood.

“Tell me what?” Kat gasped.

“Hun, how long have you and Kane been together?” Sarah asked.

“Almost two years now. Why? What the hell is going on?”

“All I have to say is; that’s the third time he’s done something stupid. Especially at my party.” I shook my head.

“Did he get some bitch pregnant?!” Kat pouted.

“Trust me; if he gotten some bitch pregnant I think we would have buried him already.” Kristen said.

“Violent much…?” Sarah laughed.

“I have dinner with Kane later at my place… should I bring it up or…?” Kat questioned.

“Obviously.” I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t know! Ugh and plus he’s been distant and quiet from me for a while…” Kat pouted.

“Just go enjoy dinner while it last… because trust me… It’s not gonna turn out to be a wonderful dinner.” Sarah thought.

“Ugh, I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Kat sighed getting up and leaving the table.

“Jammy.” Kristen said.

“Yes Krissie.” I said.

“I was thinking, you should really-” But I stopped her.

“The next person to tell me to name my child after them, I’m going to hurt them. The answer is no!” I glared.

“No… No I was just gonna ask you, that you should really give me your funnel cake if you’re not gonna eat it …” Kristen said.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Here you can have it.” I said, sliding the plate to her.

“Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” Sarah asked.

“Still trying to figure out something.” I replied.

“Figure out what?” Kristen gasped.

“Corey’s going to an away game and won’t be back till like Monday. SO, I’m trying to figure out what the hell am I gonna do when he’s gone.” I groaned.

“You can always hang out with me!” Kristen jumped.

“I rather not. You might give me a chronic headache or something.” I rolled my eyes.

“Rude!” Kristen gasped.

“I was gonna tell you that you can stay with me, but I’m leaving soon so…” Sarah shrugged.

“Wait like today?!” Kristen and I gasped.

“No not today. I leave in a month.” Sarah said.

“Oh you’re still going?” I asked.

“Kris is gonna have to deal with it one way or the other. I need a damn job.” Sarah shrugged.

“You’re gonna get it! Just believe in yourself. If he doesn’t, then I should get Punk to hurt him for you.” Kristen smiled.

“Punk is always fighting your damn battles.” I glared.

“NO HE DOESN’T!” Kristen gasped.

“See how easily you get so offended.” I rolled my eyes.

“Ugh, whatever.” Kristen rolled her eyes.

After having some coffee with the girls, we decided to go. It was getting late anyway. And plus, I promise Crawford that I would have dinner ready for him when he gets home from his game. And I promised that if he wins, I’ll make dinner. If he doesn’t, I’m ordering pizza! I’m so lazy. But by the looks of it, I guess I’m making dinner from all the tweets the Blackhawks twitter is tweeting. Oh did I mention their playing against Detroit? I love when they play Detroit games. It’s so fun. But I’m walking home right now. It’s just a couple blocks. I could have gone to the game, but I really wasn’t feeling good when I woke up this morning. So yeah, I hope Corey comes home happy.

~~~ 9 p.m. Kat’s POV ~~~

I’m so fucking scared to ask when Kane did. I really hope it wasn’t bad. But if he cheated, I would just die because since I’ve been with Kane, I only cheated on him with Justin ONCE. And that was a mistake. But I really don’t know what he did. Like I said before, I don’t want to be bad. If it’s bad, I’ll just break down in tears at the table.

“Honey I’m home!” Kane said coming through the front door.

“In the kitchen!” I shouted.

The lights were dimmed, dinner was almost ready, and I had lit candles on the table. The smelled like apples. That was like major. I love the smell of apples.

“How was your day?” I smiled.

“Good actually. We defeated the Wings.” Kane said sitting down.

“That’s good… but um… can I ask you something?”

“Yeah sure what’s wrong?” Kane uttered.

“Okay um, I was at Starbucks with my girls earlier… and they said that something happened at Jammy’s party, and I want to make sure it wasn’t anything… bad.” I wondered.

“Is that what you 4 always do? Talk about your boyfriends all the time?” Kane cocked his head.

“Kane, I beg of you, just tell me what you did.” I pleaded.

“Alright fine. At the party, I had way too much to drink and I made out with a bartender.” Kane said.

“You’re joking right?” I started laughing because I couldn’t believe him.

But he sat there with a straight face, motionless.

“Oh my god you’re serious.” My voice started to crack.

“Let me explain, I really had to use the bathroom, so I asked the bartender to show me where the bathroom was, she ended up falling me into the bathroom and the next thing I know, we both were in the bathroom stall, having sex… then that’s when Kris walked in with Kristen because we were in the it was the girls bathroom. I don’t know why she took me in there.” Kane explained.

All I know is, when I heard the word sex, my world just came to a dramatic stop. I started busting out in tears. This is obviously a nightmare. I got up, blew the candles out, turned the over off and looked back Kane. He had his head buried into his hands; you can tell he’s regretting what he did. Then that’s when I flipped.

“What the fuck did I do to deserve this? I did absolutely NOTHING wrong Patrick! Why would you do this to me?!” I cried.

“I was drunk Kat! It was an accident.” Kane sighed.

“You don’t remember in Vancouver how Jammy and Sharp’s marriage ended?! HE WAS DRUNK! What the hell was going on in your mind? Let me guess that bitch is pregnant now huh!? Since you know, YOU HAD SEX WITH HER!”

“Babe, it was an accident! I had way too much to drink!” Kane said.

“Is that your only excuse??” I shook my head.

You know what I don’t have to take this shit anymore. I ran upstairs, I used my old wrestling bag that I used to travel with, and I packed some of my things, came back downstairs, grabbed my car keys, threw my ring at him and just left. I put my stuff in the backseat and sat in the driver seat. I started crying even more. My own fiancé would stoop that low to hurt me. I don’t care if he was drunk, that shit hurt. I didn’t have any family here so I didn’t know who I can go to at a time like this. Kristen is busy, Sarah is busy, and I really don’t know about Jammy. But I’m still gonna try Jammy. Just in case. Everything is just not what it used to be, and it’s starting to scare me.

~~~ My POV ~~~

Corey and I were in bed watching the game from Detroit. I’m not gonna lie, it was really nice just relaxing, watching the nice big screen TV in the living room with the fireplace going. But Corey kept saying everything that happened while the camera wasn’t showing him. He said that he started dancing when a few songs came on and I just started laughing. Best Tuesday night ever! All I wanted was some pizza and everything would be amazing. But then I saw bright lights pulling up in the drive way and I was thinking who the hell would be pulling up at my drive way at this time of night? Then there was a banging on the door. I wonder if it was a cop or something?!? So I went over and answered the door. It wasn’t a cop.

“Oh my god what’s wrong!?” It was Kat. It seems like she was bawling her eyes out for like a very, very long time.

“Kane told me what happened at the party and all he kept saying was that it was an accident. Jammy he’s been lying to me for a month now and he couldn’t tell me before!” Kat stuttered.

“Uh uh, Corey! Can you take her stuff to the guest room?” I asked him giving him her bag.

“Yeah.” Corey said.

I walked Kat over to the couch and tried to calm her down. It wasn’t working very well.

“I’m not going back. I just can’t. He lied to me!” She flipped.

“Shh, shh. I know Bubbles. But I really don’t know how to make you feel better.” I sighed.

“Can I just go to bed and sleep? I can’t deal with anything or anyone.” Kat pouted.

“Sleep well.” I said.

“I’ll try too.”

“Night Kat.” Corey said to her.

“Night.” Then she shut the door and locked it.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Corey asked.

“I hope so baby. I really hope so.” I sighed.

Then we went back to watching the game. Tomorrow, before the Hawks leave, I really need to beat the shit out of Kane for doing this. That’s it. He’s done.

The End.

Jammy Note: Okay well for some odd reason I had like a hard time finishing this chapter. So sorry it’s bad! I was being rush lol. So yeah! I hope you enjoyed! (: