Mo Chuisle: Finn Balor

Chapter Twenty Two

A/N: So I decided to change the title to Mo Chuisle because I think it means a lot in this story. Here's another update! Also, it would mean a lot to me if you could check out my Seth Rollins story, The Weekend. I'm trying to get more reads on it. Thanks!

"Ya sure yar alright?"  Finn's sweet, soft voice cooed through the phone. 

A noticeable sigh left my semi dry lips. "Yes, Finn. I am fine," I let a small chuckle erupt from my throat when I realized this was Finn's fourth time calling me since he had arrived at Full Sail. 

"Are ya bags packed?" 

My grey eyes glanced at the two giants suitcases sitting up against the door, waiting to leave. "Yep, I even packed your bag for you."

"Yar the sweetest, ya know tat?" I could practically hear the smile in his voice. 

I started playing with the blanket that covered my legs as I was sprawled out on the couch. It had been a few days since Kevin attacked me and in order for me to go to Japan on Saturday with Finn, I had promised him that I would stay inside if he wasn't home and if I wanted to leave, he would come with. 

No one, besides Finn, Seth, and Sami, knew what happened to me and I wanted to keep it that way. It did kill me, however, not being able to talk to Sasha about this but I wanted to keep this quiet as possible. 

"Skylar?" 

Finn's voice brought me back home. "I'm sorry, what?"

I smiled at his laugh. "What have ya done today?" 

My shoulders shrugged. "Just laid on the couch, really." 

"Ya didn't go outside, did ya?" The tone in his voice was hushed. 

"No, I didn't." My tone had risen. As much as I loved Finn, I was hating that he was keeping me hostage in our own home. 

"I'm just worried bout ya, Sky. Tat's all." 

I couldn't hold back the scoff that left my lips. "Worried about me? Finn, I'm fucking fine. I don't need you to keep calling me and asking if I'm alright." 

There was silence on the line for a few beats before I heard an unknown laugh come from Finn. "What's gotten inta ya?" 

My body sat up right on the couch. "I was attacked, Finn. It's not that easy to get over!"

"Don't ya think I know that?" He was now yelling, no doubt getting looks from the other wrestlers. "Ya haven't let me kiss or touch ya since then!" 

Immediately, guilt raked my heart when I realized that Finn was right. I opened my mouth to apologize but was cut off by his curt voice. "I have ta go." 

The dial tone rang through my ears, indicating that Finn had hung up on me. I bit my lip while tossing my phone on the other end of the couch. What was his problem? Yes, every time Finn went to touch or kiss me, I flinched away. But that didn't give him the right to freak out on me. I was trying to get over what happened and with Finn acting the way he was, he wasn't helping one bit. 

Trying not to pay attention to my quiet phone, hoping Finn would call or text to apologize, I cuddled the blanket towards my chest and watched NXT. Finn and Kevin had a contract signing to end the show and I silently prayed that there would be no mention of what happened a few days ago. 

As the last match of the night began, there was a knock sounded at the door. My body went rigid as I slowly stood from the couch. "Who is it?" My voice came out shaky.