After losing their father and taking over his business they can't help but feel alone, that is until she gets offered a job after going viral online....
Wrestlemania night 2, Rhea was practically opening the show with her match. She was nervous, she had previously injured her left knee but she said she was okay to continue because she could walk on it fine. I knew how nervous she was about tonight, I knew that this match was the biggest match of her career, it meant so much to her. I had to say though, her wrestlemania gear was fucking hot.
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We had been sat backstage for a good half-hour now and they started to announce that the show had begun, Demi stood up and waited behind Charlotte for her cue, she was shaking with nerves, and I couldn't do anything about it.
She put on a brave face while making her way to the ring and I hoped for the best as the bell rang.
*Time skip*
Charlotte was smart, attacking Rhea's already injured left knee as much as she could. Rhea was frustrated, every single time she tried to end the match Charlotte would find a way to get the advantage and it really was working in her favour; rhea could barely walk now but I knew that she wouldn't stop the match, she was stubborn like that. It was difficult to watch, seeing her in distress, I hated it, I wanted her to stop the match. There was points of this match where I couldn't watch, it was too difficult watching my girlfriend in pain, I didn't need to see her, I could hear her agony filled screaming.
I wasn't watching but I heard the bell ringing. I didn't turn around; I didn't need to, I heard the announcement that Charlotte Flair was the new champion but when I didn't see Rhea turning the corner I got worried. I barged my way through the crew in the wings and ran over to her, she was by the barricade, barely able to stand. I wrapped my arm around her waist, and held onto her arm that was around the back of my neck, giving her the stability she needed to walk. She was crying but she was trying not to make it obvious. The moment we got backstage she let go of me, and I knew that this was one of her moments where she'd take her anger out on everyone else, so I knew to not take anything she says to heart.
"Dem, you can't walk..." I said in a quiet, gentle tone. "I'm fine! I don't need your help for everything alright!" She yelled, her breathing heavy and her eyes red from the tears that stung them. "but-" "just fuck off! I don't want your help!" Not gonna lie, that hurt a little bit, I didn't expect her to say that but I knew she didn't mean it so I just let her go on her own.
*time skip*
It was horrible, she had missed her opportunity to make history for NXT at wrestlemania, she was disappointed in herself and I didn't know how to help her but to just leave her be. she had left in an Uber about half an hour after her match, I wanted to give her space so I waited and hung out with Alexa and Gia until the final night of Wrestlemania concluded, I visited the press, completed a few interviews and even hinted at my plans for wrestlemania: backlash, which would be a few weeks away now so the craziness was over, for now. The moment I stepped into the house I was greeted by the dogs, a few of the lights were on, but Demi was no where to be found. I gathered she was in a lot of pain due to the medicine cupboard being left open and a bottle of Aspirin on the counter, as well as the knee brace that I used to wear being missing from the same cupboard. I tried my hardest to be quiet while cleaning up, I washed the remaining dishes, put everything away and after removing my makeup and shutting off any other lights that didn't ned to be on, I crept into the Bedroom and when I saw Demi, I felt kind of annoyed, I knew she was disappointed and pissed that she lost but I started to realise that she shouldn't have taken it out on me. I was as quiet as possible when getting changed, and I didn't really think I woke her up, she didn't move, but then again, I wasn't 100% sure she was even asleep. I left the bedroom for a moment to cool myself of, and I grabbed a drink, I immediately poured myself a glass of water, but then eyed up the whiskey bottle by the fridge. "fuck it." I said to myself, grabbing a small old-fashioned whiskey glass and some ice, pouring myself a drink. I sat down with the dogs for a bit while having a drink and once I finished it, rinsed out the glass and headed back to the bedroom. Demi still hadn't moved, her back was still facing me when I climbed into bed, and I didn't care. If she wanted to have a tantrum then so be it, I tried to help, I was shut down.
I sat in bed, unable to sleep for a solid ten minutes, and then I hear the bed creak with Demi's movements and her arm wrapped around me, pulling me closer to her. "sorry..." she whispered, kissing the back of my neck slowly, her hands beginning to wander. "It's okay" I whispered, taking one of her hands and kissing it, keeping hold of it. "I was angry." "I know" "I shouldn't have taken it out on you" "I know" "are you mad at me?" she whimpered, I turned around and faced her, the lights were off so I couldn't really see her but from what I could see, she hadn't long stopped crying. "absolutely not. Come here" I said, kissing her lightly, making her smile for the first time since 8pm. "If you do that again I won't be so forgiving" I laughed, she knew I was joking and responded with a "yeah yeah" before pulling me toward her again...
