Wrapping her arms around her, the young married woman looked around. She had absolutely no idea where she was, and the snow fell against her skin, turing it red. Squinting her eyes, she gritted her teeth, shivering. The strapless once perfect dress began to get wet, as her Updo started to fall down. She was freezing. Wet, and cold the wrestlers wife continued to walk down the narrow street.
It was snowing heavy. Big soft white cotton-like snow fell onto the ground, and looking down Danielle was sure it was a little over two inches. She had to go somewhere where there was warmth. Looking around, holding her slim wrist to her head she sighed. There were nothing but Mansions around. No corner stores that she was so use to, and no brown brick broken-down abandoned buildings that she passed everyday for her job as a waitress for summer when she was younger.
Licking her frozen lips, she practically ran towards the corner, sticking her diamond- 4 inch heels into the snow. Deciding she liked the left, she turned. Running, her eyes widened happily. Down the street there was a bar. Ignoring the cold she felt on her bare body, she raced towards it, swinging the door open.
Everyone looked at her, eyeing the Bride. Some men smirked. She was gorgeous, and it was clear she was either running from the wedding she was attending, or the Husband she just married. The Bartenders shook their head. Just when they thought they seen it all before.
Danielle gulped, ignoring the stares she was getting. Walking towards the back of the Filled bar of drunken men, she pushed back what little curls she had in the once princess styled hairdo. Having a seat at the bar, the bartender gave her a warm smile.
"Well hello gorgeous," Danielle looked up disgusted. The tall, heavy-set bald headed man smiled toothless, heavily placing his arm on Danielle clearly drunk. " How about you show me a good time baby?"
The brunette rolled her eyes, shrugging his arm off her shoulder.Scrunching her face up in disgust, the woman gritted through her teeth, still cold.
"Leave me the fuck alone, drunk?" The man glared at her before pushing the slim girl, nearly knocking her half way out her seat.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Danielle exclaimed, causing everyone in the bar to look at the scene. She helped herself up, pushing her lock of hair behind her ears. " You stupid motherfucker."
The stranger glared down at the young woman, raising his hand up in the air, ready to smack her. " Your stupid little bitch-"
"What the hell are you doing?" Before the man could even turn around, a bottle was smashed uptop of his head, causing the tall man to stumble, before totally being knocked out on the floor.
Everyone in the bar looked, then shrugged continuing onto whatever they were doing minutes before, not wanting to be involved in the mess.
Danielle crossed her arms over her chest, unimpressed. " What the fuck are you doing here?"
She didn't even want to see Brock, even if he did just save her from a little slap in the face. Nothing she couldn't handle, she knew how to fight back even if it meant getting her ass whooped. She wanted nothing to do with him, and he didn't seem to get that. She just wanted him out her life for good.
Lowering his eyes, the superstar rolled them, annoyed. "Your welcome," He sarcastically replied, walking away. " Your un-fucking-believable."
Smiling through her eyes, this was exactly what she wanted. To annoy him so much.
She walked out with her husband. She needed a place to rest her head tonight, and she guessed she could sleep on the couch tonight until the snow stopped.
Brock looked over at the shivering girl. Taking off his coat, he threw it at her roughly. He was annoyed to say the least, but he wasn't going to her ass freeze. For once, he saw her drape it over her shoulders. They say things get harder before they get easier right?
Shivering himself, he noticed it started snowing harder. The married couple walked back in silence, both in their own thoughts. Both knowing that this marriage was going to be pure hell.
Danielle took a deep breath before going into the house. They needed sleeping arrangements for tonight. She was more then positive that once the snow cleared up, she was going to court to get the divorce papers. Hell would freeze over before she stayed in this joke of a marriage more then she had to.
~oOo~
Two months later
Danielle was now living in Canada and it was amazing to her. She lived on a farm and it was like where she belonged. Her and Brock were not getting along they were even sent to marriage counseling which pissed them both off even more.
"Brock, I have an idea after a year of marriage let's get a divorce." She mentioned honestly.
"How about no." Brock said.
"What? Why?" She asked.
"Don't believe in divorce." He replied.
Danielle rolled her eyes and got up from the couch and grabbed the car keys next to the front door.
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"Where are you going?" She heard Brock say.
"Out, any other fucking questions?" She asked looking at him car keys in her hand.
She had meetings with Paul today, which she didn't want to do. She hated meetings and hated them more now because she was Danielle Lesnar. God, how she hated her last name. She hates it with a passion. She can't stand the man and now her mom is begging her for grand babies which she didn't want.
"How's the marriage?" Paul asked looking at her.
"Paul, it's fucking awful." She told him about busting into tears in front of him.
"I just want out of the marriage he is nothing I want. I want someone who is caring, compassionate, loving, understanding, great sex and just the whole package. He isn't. He barely talks to me." She told him in the elevator.
Paul hugs her then she wipes the tears away and the doors open and the queen steps out.
