Beastly Devastation (Brock Lesnar)

Chapter Seven

          Once I paid the cab driver, I practically ran into the house. Just as I slammed the door behind me, the tears began to fall. I tried to fight them but there was nothing I could do. I'd had several of these episodes before going into rehab, and even during, but no matter how hard I tried, I could never stop them. It's like my mind had no power over my body, it was just trapped inside...

          I don't remember doing it but somehow, I managed to go into the nursery. The door had been closed for almost seven months now but the familiar smell was still there and it hit me in the face like a ton of bricks.

          Everything was just as I had left it. A lilac blanket of owls and birds draped over the crib railing, the perfect little bows attaching her sheet set, the white rocking chair in the corner. I turned to her changing table and dresser, and saw Peyton Grace  painted on the wall above. I had done that just days before I found out that I had miscarried and the memory of it just made me cry harder.

          As the tears blurred my vision, I slid down the crib and sat on the floor. I hated feeling like this, I was tired of it. Would I ever grieve enough for my lost child? Would I ever be able to move on?

          Feeling for the handle of my purse, I dug around blindly for my pill bottle. I was dry heaving at this point and knew I had to stop. Once I felt it between my fingers, I grabbed two of them and swallowed hard.

          Or maybe three...

          Honestly, I don't remember how many I had in my hand, I just wanted it to stop and it did. Eventually, the dry heaving stopped and so did the tears. For the first time, in a very long time, I felt nothing and I actually felt better. I still remembered her, I just stopped feeling sorry for myself and in that moment, that was the best thing I could do...

          I laid on the floor of the nursery for what seemed like hours, sometimes drifting off to sleep. I didn't have the energy to get up so the only option was to stay there. I didn't mind, it made me feel closer to her  and in some sense, gave me peace.

          "Kate?" I heard my name being called through my dreams but had a hard time putting the voice to a face. "Kate?" It echoed through my head over and over, but no matter how hard I tried to answer it, I couldn't. "Kate!" The voice sounded urgent now as it fell closer. I felt one hand lay across my shoulder as the other cupped my face. They were rough and large, making my mind wander aimlessly through the people who could get into my house. "Dana! She's here!"

          Dana? Why was Dana here and who was holding me? "Kate, so help me if you live through this, I will never leave you by yourself again!" His voice was worried and I wondered why? I was fine, never better. "Yes, I have a thirty-five-year-old female found unconscious at 347 Spanish Trails Lane." Unconscious? I was not. "Yes, she's breathing." Of course, I'm breathing! I'm right here!

          I was beginning to get annoyed with Dana speaking about me in third person. I guess my annoyance was all I needed to open my eyes. "Kate?" It took me a minute to focus my vision but when I did, my heart sped up like wildfire.

         Brock was the mystery guy. He was here, holding me like I was some fragile object. "Aren't you supposed to be training? I gave Rodrigo directions before I left."

         For some reason, he smiled and looked back to Dana. "She's fine."

          "She is awake and responsive but I would feel a lot better if the EMT's would just check her out. I'll be at the door to let them in." Dana spoke into his phone before stepping into the hall.

          My eyes focused back to Brock. "You never answered me, Mister."

          "Do you not realize what's going on?" Apparently, my expression was enough for him to continue. "I was training. We all waited for you for over two hours. I called, I text, you didn't answer, so I called Dana and let him know what was going on. He hadn't heard from you and when you didn't answer him, we got worried. We both showed up here and found you unconscious."

         I shook my head and wiggled out of his grasp. "I wasn't unconscious, I heard every word you said. And thanks to you, Dana's never going to leave me alone again."

         He seemed surprised by my reaction as he allowed me to sit up on my own. "Kate, we thought you were dead. You scared us."

         "Well, I'm sorry I frightened you but I'm fine. Once I got back, I had a little meltdown, which is to be expected since Cain is my biggest trigger, but I took my meds like I'm supposed to. When I double my dose, it knocks me out, it doesn't kill me. Believe me when I say that I am not suicidal. I was just doing what I was told to do by my doctor."

         Thankfully, he believed me but the worry on his face didn't disappear until the EMT's came and checked me out. They gave me a clean bill of health and left within the hour. "Kate Marie Dawson, if you ever do that to me again, I will-"

          Before Dana could continue, Brock stopped him. "I don't think she needs a lecture right now. I think she needs her friend."

          They bickered back and forth as I sat on the couch like a child in timeout. "Oh, suddenly you know what's best for her? News flash, Brock, you've known her less than a week, I've known her over thirty years."

          Finally, I'd had enough. "Dana, would you please stop this? You do not want to get into a silly fight with your client over me. I get that you were concerned, and I'm sorry for worrying you, but I swear, I'm fine."

          He seemed to cool it a bit as he shook his head. "I shouldn't have let you come back. I knew better than to drag you into this. Hell, I should have never even introduced the two of you. Cain isn't someone you can get revenge on, I should have never let you get involved with him in the first place."

          Just as Dana said the last word, he was out the door. I sighed and turned to Brock. "Your turn. Give it your best shot."

          He crossed his arms and leaned against the fireplace. "At what?"

          "Well, Dana had some nice things to say, I'm sure you do too. Then you can stomp out of here and slam the door behind you, just like he did. So, go ahead. Tell me how I ruined your career and how revenge is a selfish thing and blah, blah, blah."

          His gaze fixated on me. "And why would I do that? I'm not Dana and you didn't ruin anything. You have a right to want revenge on Cain and I'm gonna make sure you get it." He hesitates. "Just try not to scare us like that again."

          I nod. "Okay, if that's all, you're free to leave. If you hurry, you can still get a few hours of training in."

          A smile appeared on his face, catching me off guard. I didn't think what I said was funny. "Oh, you're serious?" I raise my eyebrows and nod. "Kate, I'm not going anywhere..."