Tarnished Armor

Chapter Ten

I walked to my locker room where Esme sat with both girls on the floor reading to them. I loved the fact that I could have them in my room. It was getting cold outside and I didn't want them freezing. I walked over to them and picked up my Leni. 

"Hello, my precious angel." 

I then saw Win standing there with a camera. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Nothing, I'm going to go." 

He walked away putting the camera back in his pocket. Esme and I looked at each other. 

"Did that creep you out like it did me?" I asked. 

"Yeah, it did." Esme replied 

I hugged Leni close and put her to sleep then did the same with Niella who recovered from of all the sickness. I hugged her tighter as Luke came in with what looked like the same camera as Win. 

"What are you doing in here?" Esme shouted. 

"Nothng." He said leaving. 

"That was weird as hell." 

I closed the door to my dressing room, locking it. 

"Don't open this door for anyone after I leave." 

Esme nodded and I left to go to the office. I saw Colby run up to me. A cameraman was in the distance. 

"Why did Esme shout?" 

"First Bray walked into my dressing room with a camera as I held Leni and then Luke came in holding the same camera as I held Ella. I freaked out and Esme yelled." 

Colby looked at me, in his gear, and ran back to my dressing room. There he grabbed Leni and Ella in his arms and held them close. 

"I don't want you wrestling tonight." 

"I have to." 

"Not while they're running around with cameras everywhere taking pictures of my family." 

"I have my rematch with Alicia tonight." 

"Cancel it. This guy is sick. I don't want you out there." 

"I need to go. That ref gave me my victory." 

"Yeah at the cost of your body almost being broken by Brock Lesnar." 

"I'm fine." 

"I don't want you out there." 

"What about my match?" 

"Cancel the damn thing." 

"I can't, Seth." 

I walked away from him as I noticed the camera rolling. I didn't say a word. I walked back to a dressing room. I knocked on the door. The camera kept going as I entered the room. 

"What are you doing here?" He asked. 

"I need somewhere safe for a minute." 

"Where are the girls?" 

"They're with Esme." 

"How are you?" 

"Scared. Bray keeps following me and I don't know why. I'm afraid." 

"Come in then. Don't worry. He's not allowed in here." 

I walked inside his room. As he shut his door, the camera caught the name on the door; "CM Punk". Moments later, the producer cued me through an earpiece to start leaving Punk's dressing room. I got up, starting to leave. Phil pulls on my arm.