35- Break The Cycle

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" No place for me to call my home."

Motionless In White

Here I was, stepping back in Australia. Ashton and my mother were waiting for me at the airport. They both ran to me once they spotted me and hugged me. We then went to get my luggage, and drove back to my place. Eventually Ashton told them I was coming in two weeks, and they now were all gathered at my place to prepare a 'surprise' for me. Ashton was 'late to the meeting' and mom had an emergency at work, that 'wasn't suppose to last long so you all stay in place okay ?'. Ashton would enter before, and my mom and I 10 minutes later. In the car we talked about everything but the conversation eventually turned around my surgery.

" No it's not that bad !" I reassured them. " My surgery will only last for 2 hours max, and I have 4 weeks where I have to be extra careful, and then I can wrestle again. You don't have to worry that much!"

" Alright alright, your surgery is booked for tomorrow, in case you forgot." My mom said, even though she already told me yesterday, and the day before that.

" Yes mom, I know." I sighed, laughing a little. "Don't worry that much, everything will be fine."

We arrived in the street and parked in front of another house. Ashton got out of the car and entered the house, and soon we heard him chat with the guys, saying he was sorry for being late, and asked if they knew where my mom went. We waited a little bit longer, and mom approached the car, to park in the driveway. I got out of the car with difficulty, and heard footsteps running to me.

" Roxanne, what the fuck are you doing here!" Michael yells, and hugs me as tight as ever.

" Surprisee guys!" I just said.

" What happened to your leg." Calum asked, worried.

" Nothing too bad, don't worry." I reassured them with a smile. "Can we go inside please?"

They nodded and we went inside the house. They helped me by putting my suitcases in my room and I told them I would unpack later.

" How long are you staying ?" Luke asked.

" I have to be on a plane on the Sunday after New Years." I explained. "Which means I'll be here for around 4-5 weeks."

" And what's up with your knee ?" Michael demanded.

" During my tag team match, there was this girl as my opponent, and she really motherfucking hates me guys, but like really." I laughed. "And she decided to take revenge on me for whatever I never did, and yeah, that happens, when you put my knee in a chair and fucking break it. So my knee cap is broken, and my tendon is on the verge of ripping apart, but I'm getting that fixed tomorrow so everything's fine."

They all looked at me like I was a madman. We all decided to change the subject and they all asked me a lot of questions about my life there, and how everyone was with me. We talked for hours and hours.

" Excuse us Miss Colton, but could we borrow your daughter for dinner?" Mike asked as a gentleman.

" Yes you can, but please bring her home tonight, her surgery is early tomorrow." She smiled softly.

" Will do."

He gave her the military salute and they led me to Michael's car. I had the honor of sitting on the passenger's seat while the others were cramped up on the backseat. We stopped at our favorite pizza place, and ordered before going to eat in a park nearby.

" So now on to the serious questions." Michael started. "How's your relation with Phil going?"

" We're not in a relationship Michael." I sighed. "He had a girlfriend, until yesterday at least, and we barely talk. He's kind of dry when it comes to wrestling you know."

" Really ?" Calum asked. "Even with you ?"

" Especially with me." I said sadly. "I don't think you guys have to worry, I won't get back with him any time soon."

As if on cue, I received a text message from him.

From Phil, 9:54 p.m

" Hey, sorry if I bother you, could I call you maybe, later?"

From Roxanne, 9:55 p.m

" I'm actually with friends right now, but in an hour or so yeah, I'll text you."

From Phil, 9:58 p.m

" Okay, thanks"

From Roxanne, 10:01 p.m

" Is everything okay?"

From Phil, 10:03 p.m

" I don't know"

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