Punish Me, Martinez

4 - The Terror That Is My Twin

The Following Morning

Rhea's Point Of View

I just finished my workout and started wiping down the machines. We have a flight to catch around 3pm. It's 11am. I'm already all packed, I did that last night when I got home from the club. Shockingly, it was silent. I'm guessing she already left and he was asleep or whatever it is he does when he's done. I walk out of the gym and as I'm about to go into the kitchen to feed the dogs I see the blonde Damian left with last night, leaving. I stay in the dining room, where I can see her leave. I wait til the door is closed and come out. I already fed the pups and dropped them off with Raquel this morning so she can watch them while we are at work. My bags are already packed, now all I need to do is eat and shower. I make myself a protien shake and I can't help but get lost in my thoughts. Some questions I want to ask Damian too, Is she prettier? Was she a good lay? Do you feel better? What's so wrong that you can't talk to me about it? A lot of questions.

Damian comes down as I finish blending my protein shake. "Hey, how'd you sleep?" I ask him. "Eh, it would've been better if I had my bed to myself," He says. "Oh, did your special guest star overstay their welcome?" I ask. 'Yeah, but I'll live. Did you sleep ok?" He asks. "Yeah, I didn't hear a thing. Came home around 2am and went to bed," I say. "Isn't that a little late for a work night?" He asks. "What are you, my dad? No, plus isn't it irresponsible to come home with a plaything before a flight? God forbid she didn't leave before you had to, could've been bad," I say, grabbing my protein shake. "I need to finish getting ready. I'll meet you out here?" I ask him since we said fuck wasting money, we'll just car pool. "Yeah," He says.

Damian's Point Of View

Dad? I'm her fucking dad now? Why does she seem...jealous? She isn't jealous..is she? No, she probably was just worried about it and wanted to be able to sleep. I just need to keep in mind I'm not living alone anymore. She'll be ok. She's just getting adjusted after everything and probably slept like shit. I know, I'll go get us coffee's. I'm already showered, dressed and ready. Just need to get a new phone charger as the one I travel with is broken and I didn't realize that until this morning. I grab my keys and drive to the store to pick up the charger. Once that is all set, I stop at Starbucks on the way home and pick up our coffee orders. I get to the house and walk in as Rhea is pulling her stuff into the living room. "Hey, I got us coffee. Figured it might help a little," I say.

"Yeah, thanks. It's just been a long week. I don't mean to come off so short," She says. " I chuckle. "You can't help it, you're only 5'9." "It's not my fault you're a damn giant!" She says. I give her a quick hug. "You finish getting your shoes on, I'll finish getting the bags in the car," I say. "Deal," She says. I get the bags in the van and she meets me out there. "You know, I listened to you," She says. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I listened to you. The whole time I was gone I made a Terror Twins master playlist. And fuck those assholes if they thought they were sleeping," She says laughing meniacally. "Guilty pleasures included?" I ask. "Oh yeah," She says, hooking up to the bluetooth. I hear 'Oh yeah~' over the speakers. "Starting off with Oops I did it again?" I ask. "This is on shuffle. It starts off with War Pigs." "Well then. I guess it's Britney bitch!" I say, pulling out of the driveyway and heading to the airport.

Getting Ready

Rhea's Point Of View

Once I finish getting ready and my makeup is done I go and sit down. We are supposed to go help the LWO towards the end of their fight and then we have a promo later and then we get to go home for a little while before we have to catch our flight to Germany. I can't wait until we are all done with them. It's bad enough that Liv wanted my title. I would've gladly given her a chance and a fair fight. I'm not against earning titles. That's the name of the game, but my ex boyfriend cheating on me, not part of the requirements to play said game. Although, I gues she did me a fucking favor. The more I think about it I feel sorry for her. He was very weird and very particular...kinda rapey actually. Sometimes I'd be tired but he'd still want to have sex and he'd just complain and complain to the point where I would just let him so he'd shut the fuck up. I haven't cum since I was with Buddy. Buddy and I broke up but it was mutual, no animosity or anything. But Dominik, he was so sweet in the beginning. Then we moved in together. If I was on my period I'd sleep in the guest room. The pups weren't allowed on any of the furniture. If we had sex it had to be in the bed, even though we were the only ones that lived in the house. We couldn't cuddle. No showering together. I couldn't gain weight because if I started getting fat he wouldn't be attracted to me anymore and would break everything off. Yeah, he was toxic and I was a fucking idiot, so if anything maybe I should be fucking thanking Liv.

"Hey, you alright?" Damian asks, sitting next to me. "Yeah, just off in thought making sure I have everything right for the promo," I say. "I know you wanted to say that line in english, but what if you say it in spanish?" He asks. "What do you mean?" I ask. "Well, with Dom you didn't speak that much spanish, maybe we can make it seem like even your spanish is better without him? I don't know, it was a thought. You don't have to if you aren't comfortable with it." He says. I think about it. "No, that is actually a really good idea. What would it be in spanish?" I ask. "Al final El Diablo viene por todos," He says. 'Fucking sexy...Shut up brain. He doesn't like me like that. He only sees me as a sister...sadly.' "Al final El Diablo viene por todos," I say back, making sure I'm pronouncing it right. "Perfect. Seriously, your fans are going to fucking melt. Do that," He says, smiling. Why's he have to have such a beautiful fucking smile? I'm happy to just be in his life and him be in mine...but I can't help to think, what if we were more than friends? But then i remember our fourteen year age gap. An age gap I don't give two fucks about, but I'm pretty sure he would. Although at the same time I'm pretty sure the blondie he brought home the other night was only maybe 25. But we are also so close, I don't want to say anything and then lose him. He's my best friend, he's my family. I can't lose him. It really is a Terror having him be my twin... "Terror Twins in 5," A backstage tech says. "Thanks, Rick," Damian says. We go to gorilla and get in our spots to go run out and help Rey.