broken trust | k. o'reilly [ON HOLD]

[ two ]

After a short tour, Dakota shows me to my locker toom. It's a small room, probably 12 by 12. There's a vanity in one of the corners, a ring light attached to the mirror. There's a small couch that faces a small flat-screen TV on a TV stand. There's a small wardrobe by the door.

"Decorate however you'd like," Dakota says. "This will be your locker room while you're in NXT."

I put my suitcase with my gear inside by the wardrobe and I ask, "Do I have to check in with anyone when I get here every Wednesday?"

Dakota says, "The front desk will take your name and make sure it's on the list of NXT talent. Of course, someone will make sure you're here by around three in the afternoon. Especially if you have a match that night. Sometimes they'll grab you when you're walking in for a promo if they know you're on your way."

Nodding, I say, "Sounds good. I'll, um, see you around then?"

"You will," Dakota says. "Good luck against whoever you're fighting tonight. Remember that you deserve to be here and that you earned your spot on this roster."

I smile and she leaves. I'm alone for the first time all day. I get everything set up before I begin to stretch out and get into my gear.

My gear is a silver and black crop top, one side is silver and the other is black. My shorts match my top, but the black and silver are the opposite of the top. Both are sparkly. My boots and knee pads are black. I tie my hair up in a ponytail and add some neutral makeup. I finish up with push-ups and jumping jacks before leaving my locker room.

I say hi to people I know and people who I've wrestled with in other promotions. My good friend Marina Shafir walks up to me and says, "Oh my God. Look who it is. I heard rumors."

"Marina! Hi!" I say, smiling and hugging her. "How have you been? Last I saw you, you had a newborn baby."

She laughs and says, "Not a baby anymore. He's turning four this year."

We walk to the backstage area together as I ask, "His name is Troy, right? I've seen pictures on social media. He is definitely yours and Roddy's son. He looks like both of you."

Marina laughs and says, "We're already talking about his fourth birthday party in April. There's about a month until his birthday so we still have a lot of time."

I say, "I'd be glad to help you with planning his party. I have a niece who just turned five so I can give you some ideas."

"That'd be great. Thank you, Rylee," Marina says. "It won't be weird though, will it? With everything that's happened, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

Shaking my head, I say, "No. Of course, it won't be weird. Yeah, Roddy lied to me and it hurt but it didn't hurt as much as Kyle's actions." I shrug. "I can come over on Friday to help plan, or we can meet up somewhere."

Marina nods and says, "Sounds good. Thanks, Ry."

I smile and she walks away. I let out a sigh and I look around. I spot Kyle walking over to me and my hands get all clammy. Kyle approaches me and asks, "Can we please talk?"

"Talk about what?" I ask.

Kyle blinks at me and says, "About what happened with us. We never actually talked about it."

Anger begins to fill within me and I say, "You want to talk about us? There's nothing to talk about, Kyle. You broke my heart, you betrayed me, and you got the guys involved by getting them to lie for you. I didn't lose only the guy I loved, but I lost three of my closest friends because of you."

He looks upset but it doesn't phase me. Kyle says, "I know. I wish I could just take back what I did. It was a mistake-"

"That you made over and over again for nine freaking months, Kyle," I spit at him. "So that 'I made a mistake' bullshit won't work with me. Try again."