Misconceptions [Shawn Michaels]

Chapter 11

Sweet Home Alabama.

*Sisilia's POV*

Although Michaels said that he wouldn't leave me alone, he actually did.

After his little threat, he probably nagged me for about a good twenty minutes before knocking out.

Thank God.

We finally landed and I looked to my left to see Michaels still out.

His head rested near the window, his lips were parted and his arms were crossed over his heaving chest.

I contemplated if I should wake him and inform him about our touch down but I stubbornly decided against it.

That's the flight attendant's job.

I got up and reached for my suitcases and began making my way off the plane.

Once I was outside the airport, I went straight to the ride that I had arranged to pick me up and carry me home.

On my way, I decided that I should call Jeff and inform him about everything that happened but sadly he did not pick up.

I guess I'll try again later.

*
Nostalgic.

It's the perfect word to describe how I was feeling right now though it's only been a day so far.

"Baby, why aren't you eating yet?" My mom, Theresa, asked as she placed more sparkling wine into her glass.

"Ah moms, I'm just still so overwhelmed," I replied playing around with the green beans on my plate.

"Hmm, it doesn't seem so," She looked at me taking in a spoonful of rice into her mouth.

"Is it about work?" My brother, Nathan, pitched in.

I lazily nodded. "Sort of."

"Is it Jeff?" My mom suggested. I snapped my head to her direction.

"Why would it be?"

"Is it?" I bit the insides of my cheeks and nodded in defeat.

I only gave up because I knew she would fight me down for an answer if I didn't.

"What happened?" Nathan questioned firmly. His overprotectiveness spewing through his words.

"It's nothing serious, so calm down," I looked over to Nathan. "He just hasn't been answering my calls."

"Well baby, you know how rednecks are; always busy. He's probably out catching fishes or hunting for squirrels," Mom bitterly joked.

"Moms, don't be like that," Nathan spoke.

"You don't even know him mom," I squeezed my spoon angrily.

"But I have seen him on television enough times to know he's a hill-billy," She retorted sipping her wine.

"Mom..." Nathan trailed cautiously glaring over to mom which she only shrugged to.

My mom is a pretty decent lady but ever since my dad passed away, her inner bitch pops out now and again, but as of right now, she was being a full on insensitive bitch.

I downed my wine and stood up forcefully which made the dishes on the dining table clatter.

"I'm leaving," I announced before turning around and walking away.

"Baby wait..." Mom called behind me but I continued walking until Nathan ran in front of me.

"Sis..." Nathan breathlessly trailed. "Please stay."