Beastly Devastation (Brock Lesnar)

Chapter Thirteen

          After quickly paying the taxi driver, I walked up to the cemetery entrance. I hadn't been here since the funeral and the memories of the service overwhelmed me as I walked along the stone path. I remembered every step I took that day, every tear I cried, and every word that was said. It wasn't something I wanted to remember but it was something I had to face.

          "Kate, there you are." Dana's wife, Ann, stood beside Peyton's grave. "Why did you want to meet here?"

           I walked over to her and sat on the bench in front of the headstone. "I wanted to talk to you about something. I need a favor and I don't want you to mention it to Dana either."

          She sighed and sat beside me. "Well, he kind of already knows I'm here. But I won't tell him the favor, if you don't want me to... Although, he really is sorry about what happened, Kate. Dana's the type that holds all of his feelings in and when he found you unconscious, he lost it. He was so hurt when he got home, he wouldn't even tell me what happened until the next day."

          "I don't want him to know, at least, not yet... You've been a part-time real estate agent for years and I know you don't work as much as you used to because of the kids, but I was hoping you'd be able to sell the house for me."

          Her eyes widened in shock. "What? You're moving? You love that house."

          I nod. "I did love it but I can't live there anymore. Too many things happened in that house, things that I don't want to follow me around the rest of my life... Since Dana fired me, I've done a lot of soul searching. I don't think Vegas is my home anymore, I don't think the UFC is home. I need to leave, move away and never look back..."

          She seemed bewildered by the news. "If you need to start over, we can find you a new house, even better than the one you have! We can even build one from scratch, anything you want. You don't have to move away to start over. I know if you give Dana some time, he'll come around. You can have your job back."

          I shake my head. "Ann, you weren't there that night. You didn't see his face. Dana's done with me, I don't blame him and I'm not mad. He deserves to be happy just like everyone else. All I've done the past thirty years is slow him down. He's made a good life for you and the kids, and that's all I want; a good life."

         It took her a minute but she finally seemed to understand. "If this is what you want, then I fully support you. I'll come over to the house in the morning and take pictures. The house will be on the market before lunch."

         I hugged her. "Thanks, Ann. I owe you one."

          When we pulled away, we heard someone clear their throat. We both jumped up as I turned to see who it was. "Brock? You don't just walk up on someone in the cemetery, especially at night! Are you trying to give us a heart attack?"

          Ann chuckled as she turned to me. "I'll leave you two alone. I'll stop by tomorrow." She gave a polite smile to Brock before heading back down the path.

          "And how did you know I was here?"

          He sighed and sat on the bench with me. "Dana told me and sorry for scaring you. I really tried not to."

          I could tell he was genuine. "It's alright. I'd rather it be you than some murderer." He chuckled. "Why are you here?"

         "You kind of walked out on me back there. I wanted to see what was going on."

          I corrected him. "You mean you heard what I said to Cain and wanted to know if it was true." He went quiet. "I don't lie, it's never been my thing. I guess that answers your question."

          He hesitated. "Then why didn't you tell me? He wouldn't have been able to stand on his own two feet, if you did."

          "I felt embarrassed... You and Rodrigo thought I was some empowered, strong woman who didn't take any crap and you were right. I was  that person before I got involved with Cain but he broke me. I was embarrassed that I let him throw me around and even more embarrassed that I didn't leave him when it all started. That's why I never told anyone, not even Dana."

          I didn't want to say anything more about it and I knew he wouldn't push any farther. "I overheard you talking to Ann. Are you really leaving?"

          I nod. "I don't belong here anymore. Vegas has done nothing but bring devastation to my life and I think it's time that I leave it here. I'm thinking of heading east, maybe Georgia or the Carolina's. I think this city girl has had enough of the city for a while."

          "Want to try the country life, huh?" He asked curiously.

          "At this point, why not? I've got nothing to lose."

         He sat quietly for a moment, engrossed in his thoughts. "You know how you said you owe me one?" I nod. "I'd like to cash in on that now."

          "What?" To say that I was surprised was an understatement. "Already? I was expecting you to call me years from now asking a favor or something."

          He shook his head. "No, I want to ask you to do something for me now."

          I shrug. "Alright, what is it?"

          "I head back home tomorrow afternoon. I want you to come with me." My mouth practically dropped to the floor. "Hold on, let me finish. I think Minneapolis is just what you need. I have a farm and all kinds of animals, I think you'd like it. Just try for a little while, if you'd rather leave and head to the east coast, I won't stop you. Just give it a chance. You do owe me, remember?"

          He was right, I did owe him. He had done a lot for me the past few weeks. "I thought you didn't want me around? You walked out on me the other night, remember?"

         That seemed to hit a soft spot with him. "I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean what I said, I was just mad at Tyler... Now, will you come with me?"

          Truthfully, my answer escaped my lips before I even had time to think. "Yes."