Entanglements

Entanglements Part 1

Entanglements

a complicated or compromising relationship or situation.

We do this together, understand.

You knew Jon would say that; looking at your phone, you also knew you had to do this before he suspected anything. You two weren't blooded brother and sister, but since your debut in the WWE and your injury, the two of you were tight. He and Renee had been the only ones to care a damn about you, so when Jon had left, you had been all too happy to follow him. The only hiccup along the way was - HIM.

If you did this and went after Kenny without Jon, you would need extra help. Kenny had The Elite and now the Good Brothers to watch his back; you knew you couldn't help in those regards. Not physically. But if you got in close- plus you had heard certain things. Jumping when a hand came to rest on your shoulder, "Jumpy tonight, Rainbow Brite?" Turning to face the one person that you and Jon had come to trust."Not at all, Walking Dead." Darby rolled his eyes at the nickname, snorting as you pocketed your phone for the time being. Reaching up to push back some pink strands of your hair, you blew a bubble with your gum.

"So, what's it like getting all buddy-buddy with the great Sting?" Darby looks down at you, and you see it again, the storm of emotion that rolls through his ice-blue eyes. Sucking in a breath, you lower your eyes. "Darby, you can't keep doing that." His finger comes up to ghost trace your cheekbone, turning your head away with tears forming. There is a loud boom. Then, you can feel the heat vanishing as he lowers his hand. "This conversation isn't over between us, Rainbow Brite."

Watching him walk away was hell; he was taking your heart with him. But you had work to do. Your brother needed your help. Taking out your phone again, you scrolled through your contacts and took a deep breath. Tapping out a text message.

You are doing great. Keep it up. Keep him pissed off, it will keep him off his game.

This isn't how Jon wanted it to go. Jon wasn't one for reverse psychology; mind tricks weren't his forte. You were laughing softly back in the day; that used to be Rollins trick. Sure Jon learned some of them, applied some of them. But this was a different time, a different place, and they were without the would-be Architect. You felt like you had to keep your head on a swivel to keep up with your brother these days. His acting career, his MMA, his pending fatherhood.

You took up MMA and even got a part in a Netflix series to keep up with him. Jon had rolled his eyes at your Netflix series; fantasy and magic weren't his cup of tea. Renee had loved it. You HAD loved it.

Suddenly your phone buzzed in your hand, signaling a return message.

High praise coming from his baby sister.

You were smirking because the jackass had responded just the way you wanted him to. This might be slightly easier than expected. Tapping out quickly, you hoped you were playing this game correctly. If not, you stood to lose everything. EVERYTHING

Care to rephrase those last two words, champ.

Tapping your nails on the back of your phone, you waited to see if he would take the bait once more. If he would read in-between the line, see what you were throwing down. Moving to catering as you waited, feeling ice-blue eyes on you as you moved, you felt your heart skip a beat. Moving past Britt and Rebel, who was talking about Matt and Reby Hardy announcing that they too were having a little girl. Smiling in thought, how that covid was bringing out these life-changing positives.

Grabbing some fruit and some cream cheese, you move to sit down in a far corner when your phone buzzes again. Popping a piece of cantaloupe into your mouth, you slowly move to look at your phone, only feeling one more set of eyes on you.