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

[ seventeen ]

The next week, I'm told I need a complete physical done to make sure I'm okay to compete. I get blood drawn for tests and I have to get checked out physically. The tests won't come in until next week but the doctor doesn't anticipate anything wrong with my tests so they clear me for Takeover next week.

I'm laying in bed on the Monday before Takeover. I'm not laying in my bed. I'm laying in Kyle's bed with only one of his t-shirts on and my underwear on. The physical was yesterday and I'm feeling kind of sick this morning. Nothing bad. Just some cramping and nausea. I probably started my period but I'm in too much pain to get up to take care of it.

Kyle's arms are around me as I lay in bed. My face is buried in his neck and I groan in pain. "Kyle make it stop," I almost cry.

He peppers my forehead with kisses and he says, "Tell me what you need. I get you whatever you'd like."

I look up at him and ask, "Ice cream? Maybe some pain meds and a heating pad." I give him puppy eyes. Kyle smiles and nods.

"I don't have a heating pad but I'll get you some ice cream and pain meds. I'll also throw a towel in the dryer to warm it up for you," Kyle says. "But you have to let me get up so I can get you everything."

Pouting, I let Kyle go. He gets out of bed and I sigh. I wrap my arms around my stomach and sigh. My cramps have never been this bad. Maybe it's because I'm super stressed out about Takeover on Wednesday. It's my first huge match in WWE and I'm nervous about it. It's for a title.

Kyle comes back with a tub of cookie dough ice cream, a glass of water, and a warm towel. I see a bottle of ibuprofen in his hand too. I sit up. Kyle hands me the warm towel and I rest it on the bottom part of my stomach. Kyle hands me the meds and the water. I down two of the pills with the water before I take the ice cream from Kyle, digging in.

He crawls back into bed and asks, "Everything feel better?"

I nod and say, "It does. Thank you."

"I don't mean to just come out and ask but are you due for the thing?" Kyle asks awkwardly.

After swallowing a bite of ice cream, I say, "Yes, I'm due for my period. It probably started but it hurts to move."

Kyle nods and says, "Okay. That's what I thought." Then he puts Big Time Rush on Netflix for me. I move my head to the songs as I eat my ice cream. Kyle smiles and watches me as I dance in place to the songs.

My phone begins to ring and I grab it off the table. It's William Regal. I blink and answer the phone. "Good morning, Mr. Regal," I say, signaling for Kyle to turn down the TV. "Is there something I can do for you?"

Regal says, "I'd like for you to come to the Performance Center to see me tomorrow if you can."

"I can," I say slowly. "Is everything okay?"

Kyle's looking at me as Regal replies with, "Yeah, of course. I'd just like to speak with you about your match."

I say, "I'll be there around noon. Did my tests come back and show that something's wrong?" They were supposed to come in today. I guess Regal got them pretty early.

Regal says, "Nothing's wrong, Rylee. I'll see you around noon tomorrow. Have a good day."

"Bye, Mr. Regal," I say. The line goes dead. I put my phone down and look up at Kyle.

My boyfriend asks, "Is everything okay? What did Regal want?"

I put the ice cream down, feeling extra nauseous now. I feel like I'm about to throw up as I say, "He wants to talk to me about my match." Then the throw up begins to actually come up and I almost fly to the bathroom, puking into the toilet. This wouldn't be the first time I've thrown up on my period. It always happens when I'm super stressed out or anxious about something when I'm on my period. I also may be getting sick, which is just great two days before my title match at Takeover.

When I'm done retching, I sit and lean against the wall. I sigh and lean my head back against the wall. Kyle knocks on the door and asks, "Everything okay?"

I flush the toilet and say, "Yeah. All good. I'm probably just getting sick. I think I'm going to go home in case I am sick. I don't want to pass anything on to you since you do have a match on Thursday."

Kyle opens the door and looks down at me. I look up at him and he says, "I don't think that's the best idea. You need someone to take care of you."

"I'll call Dakota," I say, getting up. "She doesn't have a match at Takeover this week so I'm not as worried about giving her something. I'll call you later, okay?"

He nods and helps me get everything together. I stayed the night last night because I went out with him. I got really drunk, which also probably isn't helping my case and it's probably why I feel so sick.

I give Kyle a kiss goodbye before I leave. I get in my car. I start the engine and call Dakota. I begin to drive and Kota answers the phone. "Hey girlie," she says. "Are you coming to work out today? I'm hanging at the Performance Center with Shotzi and Ember."

I make a turn and ask, "Can you come over later? I'm not feeling the best and I want someone to watch me and make sure I don't die or something."

Dakota laughs a bit and says, "Yeah, of course. Do I need to bring anything? Soup? Snacks?"

After a second, I say, "I could use some Pizza Hut pizza."

"Okay," Dakota says, slowly. "I'll grab some on the way."

I pull into my apartment's parking lot and I say, "You're the best, Kota. Thank you."

Kota laughs and says, "Yeah, yeah. You better get in the gym after pizza at eleven in the morning."

I turn my car off and say, "Yeah, I will. See you later, Dakota."

She says goodbye to me before the line goes dead. I sigh and get out. I make my way upstairs to my apartment. I walk straight to my bedroom and fall face first onto the mattress. I doze off without changing out of Kyle's shirt.

***

The sound of someone knocking on my bedroom door wakes me up. I groan and stalk to my front door. I swing the door open, revealing Dakota holding two Pizza Hut pizza boxes and a bag full of snacks. "Oh," Dakota says. "You look exhausted. Will you be okay for Wednesday?"

I nod and say, "I'm fine. I just woke up from a nap. I will be just fine Wednesday."

Dakota walks into my apartment. I close the door and follow her into the kitchen and she asks, "New shirt?"

I look down and realize that I'm still wearing Kyle's shirt. Of course, it's an old Undisputed Era shirt. One of the first Undisputed Era shirts. I rub my face and say, "Um, yeah. Sure. You can say that." I sit at the kitchen island counter. "Subject change. What kind of pizza did you get?"

She laughs and says, "Extra cheese and pepperoni. And don't change the subject. Which one of them gave you that shirt?"

With a sigh, I say, "Kyle. Another subject change, what snacks did you get?"

She almost drops the snacks when I say that Kyle gave me this shirt. "Kyle?" Dakota asks. "As in Kyle O'Reilly? I didn't realize that you two were that close again."

"Yeah," I say. "I guess we're that close again. It's fine. We're probably better as friends anyway. No chance of him cheating on me again."

Dakota looks at me, slightly concerned. I grab some pizza and eat it. "Sometimes I worry about you," she says. "But I still love you."

I smile and say, "Aw. I love you too." We both laugh and enjoy the pizza.