Remind Me [WWE] [Shawn Michaels] {Book 2}

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Only One

|Shawn|

Mar 1998

Kat ran her fingers through my hair and rubbed my back to comfort me. My head rested on her chest, where my tears were soaking through her shirt. This was one of those times I never let anyone see, except for her.

No one else was allowed to see my worst. They just wouldn't get it like Kat did. She knew when to just let me be emotional, and when to whip me into shape.

"We can't hide here forever," she murmured.

I tightened my grip around her. She would have to drag me from this hotel bed. I wasn't going back out there.

Kat's hands stopped moving. "Shawn... I know it hurts. I wish I could make it stop." She moved my hair away from my face. "But you're main eventing Wrestlemania tonight. If you don't show, all hell will break loose."

My back was in agony, and there was nothing Kat or I could do about it. I needed surgery badly, but that had to wait until I finally finished this damn storyline.

"I can't do it," I said, quietly. "Those people at the arena, they're just going to bitch at me all day. They don't get me like you do."

"I'll be there with you the whole time," she said. She was too patient with me. I didn't know where she pulled the strength to deal with me from, but I was glad for it.

I couldn't stop the noise that escaped my throat as I sat up. Just doing that was enough to set my back on fire, so there was no way this match would end well.

Kat was there, trying to keep me sane. "After this, you're done. We'll go home, and you can rest. Heal."

She could find the sweetest things to say. If only I had done as she asked, instead of flying off the handle the way I did. Could've saved myself some trouble, sure, but Kat was better off without having to take care of two children at once.

That was how I acted that night; like a child. Those events from later on haunted me, but the moments before were a testament to how much of a saint Kat really was.

The only one who I felt really knew me.

***

When Kat and I finally had a day off, she invited me to stay with her and Scottie for a day or so. Of course I accepted. Any time I got to spend with my kids was a blessing. Plus, it seemed to take some stress off Kat's shoulders.

She seemed to be taking the breakup well. At least, she hadn't said anything more to me. I didn't want to pry, so I hadn't asked. I only saw her falter when Scottie asked where Leslie was, so I jumped in. I simply told her he had to go away for a while, and that seemed to be enough of an explanation for the four year old.

"Thank you," Kat said, "for helping me with her."

We stood in her kitchen, with a view into the living room to where Scottie was playing. It had been a fun-filled, laid-back day. Something we both needed.

"You don't have to thank me, Kat. She's my daughter. I want to get to know her." I paused to look over at Scottie, still playing with her dolls. "I missed a lot, and I know that's my fault. I just want to try to make up for it."

Sure, I had missed her first words, but now I got to hear her tell me full stories. I missed her first steps, but now got to watch her perform a dance she made up. I could deal with that.

Kat seemed to not be at ease with this. "Its not all your fault."

"I don't blame you for anything," I told her, leaning against the counter. "You had good reasons to keep her from me."