Rhea ripley Unfortunate Circumstances

Déjà Vu

  You know that feeling when you know you did something completely idiotic? Yeah that's how I was feeling right now. Putting makeup on this Australian woman's face while she stared down at my busted ass hand that I couldn't hide. She didn't ask me what I did. Hell she didn't say a word to me the entire time. The only time she looked away from my hand was to send a message, no doubt to my brother.

  Luckily she was my last appointment for the night so I could leave fast if I could get her makeup done before he got here. Honestly this isn't the first time my hand was busted up. I used to get in a lot of fights. I didn't start any of them, but I sure as hell finished them. It always ended in my parents calling him home to lecture me because I wouldn't listen to them. I was getting a wave of déjà vu just thinking about it. I finally got to the lashes putting them on carefully, I did good too considering I had one usable hand.

  I never picked up my stuff so fast to leave in my life. I said my goodbyes to Trish and Corey and sped walked down the hall to leave before someone caught up to me. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" I heard that woman say coming up behind me. God her accent was amazing. I stopped in my tracks turning around to face her as she walked the last few steps to stand infront of me.

  "Going home what does it look like?" I asked trying to sound as annoyed as possible. I watched her roll her eyes before she grabbed my hand and I winced.

  "What did you do to it?" She asked looking at my busted knuckles and the swelling around them.

  "Don't you have a match to get to?" I asked her trying to pull my hand away.

  "No, not yet. What are you going to do about your hand?" She asked me not letting go of my hand as she poked around my hand in all the places it hurt.

  "I don't know, probably just put ice on it and wrap it." I shrugged trying to pull my hand back again. "Why do you care." I mumbled.

  "Because you're obviously something to Priest. Also you need to go to the hospital your hands probably broken." She said turning it over.

  "No I don't. I'll be fine. Now let me go home." I tried to rip my hand from her one last time and she again didn't let go.

  "Oh my god." She muttered. "Come on." She said grabbing my other hand and practically dragging me. I made noise in complaint as she dragged me down a hall and into a bigger room that had a lot of wrestlers standing around either pumping themselves up or watching a match playing on several monitors.

  She stopped me infront of an equipment box that had two guys standing around it chatting. They stopped when we got there looking at us. "Sit." She ordered me tapping the top of the equipment box. I just stood there looking at her in disbelief. Clearly that wasn't good enough so she lifted me up and placed me on the box. "This is Dominik and that's Finn." She pointed to the two men. Dominik being some guy with a mullet and Finn had a well kept beard. They both said hey to me and I hardly acknowledged them. "How much longer does Priest have on his match?" She asked them.

  "About 10ish minutes." Dominik said looking over at one of the monitors displaying a match that was most likely my brothers.

  "Good. I'm gonna go get some ice and a bandage. Keep her here if she trys to leave don't be scared to body block her." She said and I scoffed.

  "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" The Finn guy asked her and I rolled my eyes crossing my arms.

  "No I'm fine. She's not." She said pointing a finger at me. "Just keep her here okay." She said to them again before walking off.

  "What'd you do?" The Dominik guy asked me and I ignored him making an attempt to get off the box. He grabbed my upper arm holding me back. "Hey mamacita. Obviously you wanna leave but if you're hurt we're gonna help you so just hang around." He said I shrugged his hand off.