The faint smell of smoke lingered, but their home had looked like it hadn’t been touched. After Havoc, Hans had called in a few favors and had contractors on site in the overnight hours, cleaning up, painting and reinstating the foyer to it previous state. Maria had been exceptionally helpful as well, staying overnight in one of the guest bedrooms to see that everything was as it should be. He didn’t want to walk home to what he saw at Havoc, didn’t want Vanessa to either. He hadn’t wanted them to have to face that reality, that their space had been intruded upon…the mental images were enough. Vanessa was grateful beyond words for her husbands efforts, and as she sat outside on a lounge chair, looking at the small ripples in the pool, she simply felt lost. Wrestling had given them so much, and at the same time taken so much away. He phone rings for the hundredth time since Havoc. She see’s her mom calling, a call she was absolutely dreading and had already ignored last night…she couldn’t hold off nay further.
(Vanessa): Hi Ma!
(Mom): Oh sweetheart…are you alright? I’ve been calling you.
(Vanessa): I’m….I’m ok…how is dad, I guess he knows now.
Her thoughts shift back 11 years when she first found out she was pregnant. Her mother knew, and it was in part due to her guidance that she didn’t share the news beyond the two of them, not even with her father.
(Mom): Don’t you worry about your father…he understands. We’re more worried about you.
(Vanessa): I don’t know Ma. Wrestling…it’s been most of my adult career. It’s given me so much, we’ve built a very comfortable life from working in this business…but…it takes so much away.
(Mom): Sweetheart, maybe its time you give it up again.
(Vanessa): I promised to help Wisdom and Butch get back on their feet.
(Mom): Well it looks like they’re back on their feet to me. They just had that pay-per-view didn’t they? You did what you said you would.
(Vanessa): Maybe, but now Hans is ring active again. He only returned because I was. You know how happy we’ve been away from things, away from HWA.
(Mom): He’s your husband sweetheart, you know Hans. He came back there for you, he’d just as easily walk right back out for you if that’s what you wanted.
Vanessa sighs, pulling he fingers through her long red curls as the sunlight hit them. Hans always said that she looked like Jean Gray as Phoenix from the X-Men when the sun hit her hair. One year they she had dressed as her for Halloween and he went as Cyclops…they looked amazing.
(Vanessa): I don’t know…I talked to Butch and Wisdom earlier. They have problems of their own…but I told them I might take a temporary leave of absence. I don’t necessarily want to outright ditch them, but maybe if I’m not around for a bit…this Erica BS will settle down. She won’t have me around to trigger her psychosis.
(Mom): I don’t care what problems Butch and Wisdom have, they need to deal with this. This is their company, she’s their employee, they can’t ignore this. They can’t leave you two to deal with this on your own. That girl is not going to just stop because you’re not there…you’re weren’t there when she went into your home. She needs to be fired. She needs to go to jail. Have you talked to the police yet.
(Vanessa): Not yet, Hans’ been dealing with everything. I think, maybe there’s some paperwork to file or something to press charges…I just…I was so overwhelmed, I just couldn’t comprehend anything the officer was saying when they called us.
(Mom): Press ‘em…whatever they are press ‘em. Arson, burglary, theft, invasion of privacy, resisting arrest, defamation of character, held against will…whatever they’ve got…give it to her, you hear me?
(Vanessa): I know Ma, I just…I’m more worried about Hans right now. He didn’t talk much on the flight home, I know he’s processing all of this…I can’t imagine what he’s going through. What if he feels betrayed? How do I ever recover from that? How could he ever forgive me? I’m not even sure I’d forgive me if I were in his shoes. He has every right to feel whatever he is feeling. What if he wants a divorce? I just couldn’t take it…I couldn’t.
(Mom): Stop that, you stop that nonsense right now. That man loves you. You let him stew in it as long as he needs to, feel what he needs to feel, but he’s not going anywhere.
(Vanessa): Maybe!
(Mom): There’s no maybe about it. Now you go and make yourself busy, don’t sit around there moping about all day.
(Vanessa): I won’t…I promise.
(Mom): Alright, we love you dear.
(Vanessa): Love you too Ma, I’ll call you later.
As the call ends Vanessa leans her head back on the lounger. It was a beautiful day, but still a dark cloud hung over her. That bitch had been up there in their room, masturbating on their bed, pilfering through her private records and things. She almost wished that she continued her wrestling career, but she was far from a real competitor. She dabbled in the ring from time to time back in the day…nothing more, and those days were long gone. Nevertheless the thought of at least kicking Erica’s ass was a nice one. As promised she decided not to mope about, got up and thought to reply to some of the calls she had missed, get them all out of the way so she could begin to move forward. Most were news outlets trying to get exclusives from her, Hans or with both of them.
Jason had texted her, to call him when she was ready. He knew well enough that it might be a while, if at all, but she knew he just wanted her to know he was there for her however she needed. Heinrich had called her after not reaching Hans and had sent a text message…she was dreading that conversation as well. As she stood she sucked in a huge breath. This situation with Erica had gotten out of control, and she felt helpless to do anything. She couldn’t kick her ass and Hans wasn’t about to go give her a beatdown…and now Maniac was getting his claws into this as well. So, what was there left to do? Something had to be done, she just didn’t know what, and the scene faded to black.
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