Love's Identity
A/N: Once again I can not sleep! Damn Raw! Damn
Kane and RVD- they just had to look cute together! sobs
Disclaimer: I do
not own the
WWE.
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Again
this is in RVD's POV
I miss him and it's only been a week. Sad, well call
it what you want, I love him.
I remember last Monday right after the
show. I was alone curled up in my cold clammy sheets, clutched tightly around my
body. Eyes wide and aware to the pitch darkness that surrounds my loneliness,
every now and then a sigh escapes my lips. Breathing in the pain and releasing
some of the tears. My instincts always led me too look next to me, hoping to see
Kane's sleeping form next to him. But each time that I looked there was that
bare spot in the bed where my loves form should be.
The past week I have
noticed how taunting that stupid bitch of a clock and it's red glaring digits
that tell me time are. As time went by I became more annoyed with the little
bitch keeper of time. It was sheer torment. The countdown was on until I could
see him.
Raw. The first steps are always the hardest. Whoever said that
wasn't kidding either. As I walked into the arena, I felt the stares of
sympathy. I know that everyone saw my face last week, I saw the replay, I know
how looked. And I know for a fact that my feelings for Kane were written in
permanent marker across my face. I know everyone feels sorry for me and I can't
help but feel sorry for myself at this point. Can you blame me? I lost my lover
to a mask.
"Rob you going to be alright?" Terri asked in a hushed voice.
She is one of the few people that know about me and Kane, since she and Kane are
pretty good friends. I just nodded, if I speak I know that my voice will betray
me. "If you need to talk I'm here." She whispers before she leaves me alone with
my thoughts.
I sit in the dark shadows of the corridor watching a near by
monitor. I guess I know how Raven feels now. Damn him, and damn these tears that
I shed for him. I watch what Eric says to him, but then he brings me back into
the mix. Saying that I am the reason for Kane having to unmask. Damn right I am.
My jealously for the inner leather that hugged his face took over- it should've
been my touch that was draped over his face. I have to talk to him.
My
heart leads and wins the tug of war against my feet I have to see him, talk some
sense into him. Hell I just want to kiss and make up- of course the camera has
to come and follow me. I find him sitting with that towel over his head. My
anger rises, and I find myself screaming at him.
He doesn't need that
mask or that towel, why can't he see that? As hard as I try and yell, huff and
puff I can't through the point to him that it doesn't matter if the fans accept
him- I love and I accept him for who he is, not his face. I only hope that he
does not hate me. I remember hearing that words that set off my rage. I hate you
Rob, I do hate you.
My match, I feel sorry for Hunter. I mean there was
something personal for our match but the reason I was fighting him because I was
angry with Kane. He hated me, well I was going to make Hunter hate me. I didn't
care about the title I cared about Kane. I needed to get my anger out and Hunter
was my target.
I may have lost the match but I have Kane. I know I sound
like an idiot but he loves me. I know he does. He didn't throw me off that
stage. He looked me in the eyes and put me down. But when our eyes locked I knew
that there was hope for us
yet.
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Ok
there is the second chapter, this is inspired by Raw! I think I'll do this every
week they keep this up!
Review, or the pixis will bite
Hast la
bye-bye-bye
Meggie-muffin
Luv peace and chicken
grease