Bound for Glory - Year 1

Week 36 - The Show Goes On

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                                                 November 26th, 2011

                                              “Weekend Off = Drama”

                                      House in New Jersey (Union City, New Jersey), bedroom, around . . . 2:15am

*AJ's POV*

After spending Thanksgiving with my family, I'm wiped out. Even though Thanksgiving was Thursday and it's technically Saturday now, my fellow Mendezes are making me stay the weekend until I have to go to Newark for RAW. I cooked—which turned out to be a disaster in a pot of potatoes, my Army boy brother decided to play endless pranks on me, and my sister and mother decided it would be absolutely hilarious to show clips from my time on NXT to the whole family. They especially liked the sumo contest and me dancing with Tony Chimel like a pole dancer. I was also thrown into a freezing cold pool (it's November, WHY IS IT STILL FULL?), got bounties of Cool Whip on my shirt, and was willed into showing off my epic flexibility to my b****y cousin Holly. It seems as though she's always on her period. At least me bending myself into a pretzel shut her up for a few minutes.

But right now, after all the excitement, the house was silent except for the quickly paced breathing of my dog Nacho on the foot of my bed. At least he can get some shut eye. I honestly don't know why I can't fall asleep. My eyes hurt from how tired I am, I'm not thinking about anything, and I'm lying perfectly still. So why am I still awake and fiddling with the half-chipped off nail polish on my right thumb? It's been bugging me all day and I guess wearing it down farther will make it better? Doubt it. I think my brain is just making up ways to stall.

“Fall asleep, fall asleep, fall asleep,” I chanted quietly to myself, lying flat on my back with my eyes glued shut. Just as I was about to fall asleep and I was thanking my lucky stars, I heard “Forever” by Chris Brown play from my bedside table. My eyes shot open and I stared at the ceiling. “You've got to be kidding me.”

I rolled over and picked up my white iPhone, wincing at the bright light emanating from the screen. I didn't recognize the number. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I pressed the “ACCEPT” button on the screen and held it up to my ear, running my free hand through my hair and lying back on my back.

“Hello?” I answered, yawning straight afterward. I didn't think to ask who would be calling at this ungodly hour of the night, even though I should have.

An unfamiliar voice said, “Can I speak to April, please?” The voice sounded forced.

“Speaking,” I said, sounding as friendly as I could when I was just ripped from my almost-sleep.

“Ah,” The voice sounded changed now. “Glad I caught you.”

I was instantly back to a wide-awake state and I shot up to a sitting position in my childhood bed. I wasn't as afraid as I think a lot of girls would have been. I was more angry than anything.

“Drew,” I grimaced as I said his name. “So glad to hear from you again. How's hell?”

“Nothing without you,” His thick accent stung my ear. “How's life?”

“Everything without you,” I countered. “I must say that I am quite confused. Why are you calling me at two in the morning?”

“Couldn't wait to hear your voice again,” Drew answered. I rolled my eyes and pet my still-sleeping Chihuahua. “Did you have a good Thanksgiving?”