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CHAPTER TWELVE

"he was the thing
that healed her
that made her scars
feel beautiful."
~atticus

Salem

If this were any normal day, I would've brushed off Adam's presence in my peripheral vision as he talked to Kyle.

My group mates were most likely conversing about their WarGames match tonight, as they usually spoke through their big matches ahead of time. I had once been apart of those discussions, seeing that I did my fair share of distractions in the midst of the big moves. All things considering, I was scripted to take a huge bump tonight and I would've felt better if I knew my guys had my back.

But they were not my guys. I did not have the right to call them that anymore, nor did I want to after the way they've treated me these last seven months.

These past seven months have been full of scowls, anger, and despair. I spent more time in Candice and Johnny's home now than I had at my own home because the thoughts were becoming too loud.

I used to welcome the loneliness. I preferred to be by myself until I allowed myself to succumb to a group of people who deemed me as their family. Now, the loneliness was my worst enemy.

I was waiting for Bobby to find me and detail me in on the bullet points of what was to come of the match tonight. I knew that I would be climbing to the top of the cage in hopes to pull Adam down to safety, and in the process I would be launching him and myself down to the canvas. I also knew that Adam was going to superkick me in the head to turn me babyface after I cost him the match. I didn't know anything else of what was to come.

This was my last ride with the Undisputed Era. While a part of me was relieved to know that I wouldn't have to force those guys to be my friends on-camera, I also knew that I would never be able to share their space again and that sucked.

"Are you nervous?" Candice's kind voice broke me of my thoughts. The blonde had been dressed and ready for her match against Nikki Cross later that night.

I sighed. Nerves were the last worry I had on my mind.

"I'm jumping off of a twenty-foot tall cage onto a group of men who absolutely hate my guts," I calmly shrugged. "Either it kills me, or I'll be rid of this torment when Adam kicks me in the head. Either way, I'm not nervous. Just tired."

Candice frowned at me. "Please be careful today," she grabbed my arm. "I don't know if I feel comfortable with you taking this bump."

"Well luckily it's not up to you to decide if I take it," I snapped, not meaning to disrespect the pixie. I was just so frustrated with everything, but I immediately regretted my words when I saw Candice look down in disappointment. "I'm sorry," I sighed. "These guys are professionals. They won't let me get killed."

My best friend sent me a small smile. "I know, Salem. It's not the guys I'm worried about, though."

Wow. That definitely stung.

Maybe I wasn't as strong as I thought I was.

"Salem, you have to be crazy," a new voice interrupted us: Johnny. Candice smiled at her husband as I smirked at him.