Heal (wwe fanfic)

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"Don't leave me all alone." I yell out. My heart racing faster than ever. I know my words are useless at this point. Nothing and no one could help me.

The next few words spoken has my heart sink to a bottomless pit in my stomach. "I have to."

"Mom! Am I going to see Cody?" The sound of my 6-year old daughter's voice snaps me back to reality.

I look through the rear view mirror to make eye contact with her as I shake my head. "Not today Izzy. I'm sorry."

"What about Ro-Ro?" She asks, hopefully.

I sigh out of exhaustion. Not with her, just the past 72 hours. "No, honey. She won't be there either."

I set my eyes on her again and can instantly see the look of concern on her face. She's tired, nervous, and confused. Three emotions that I can relate way too heavily on.

The hours of driving have been non-stop and completely tiring. I've never felt more exhausted in my life. Which is hard to believe considering all of the traveling I've done for the past 16 years.

"Alright baby, we're here." I inform my daughter, only to see a bummed out facial expression, completely unalike her usual, energetic spirit.

"Do we have to go?" Izzy whines, quite obnoxiously.

Normally I wouldn't tolerate her tone but I feel for it at the moment and I understand that she's exhausted. We have been running from city to city, non-stop for the past three days, and all she wants is to go home.

I hop out of the drivers seat and begin to unbuckle her out of her car seat. "Yes, we do." My reply is short as I go to pull her from her seat. Her hands tighten on the backseat's cloth as she glues her butt to the seat. I stare coldly in her devious, hazel eyes to tell her I'm not messing around. Stubbornness is her instinct. Just like her mother. Meaning she is not going to cooperate with me very well.

"I don't want to go." Her tone is less demanding now, much to my likes. I do need to be going though and this is not helping me on time whatsoever.

"This is our last stop. Then, we will be back home in Chicago within no time, baby girl." I assure my only child.

Nothing is ever enough for her though. "But Mommy-"

"No. We are not playing this game." Her unwillingness to work with me is getting more irritating by the second.

Her harsh glare reflects into my eyes as the blood streaming through her veins boils. "I want to see Ro-Ro...Or Cody...Or Joanna." I know she misses my friends dearly, but she's in for a bit of a surprise.

"We aren't seeing any of them today. But you will being meeting some new people." My words left her intrigued.

"Who?!" Izzy beamed.

I pulled her out of the car onto the ground, to walk with me. "I'll give you a hint...More people in the sports industry." Confusion draws when she scrunched up her nose and both of her eyebrows point inwards. I glance over to assure her that she knows. "Except they aren't fighters, they're wrestlers."

Immediately, that's enough of an answer for her. "MOMMY! THE WWE?!" She shouts loud enough for the other side of the planet to hear her voice. I give a nod of approval while we step inside the building.