Randy Orton: Unconditionally

Chapter twenty-seven

Chapter twenty-seven

            “I packed some socks and some of your warmer clothes and I sent your winter coat ahead to the next…hotel” my mother said. We rushed to the airport where I meet Randy and John. It was five-thirty in the morning. Jason, Leo followed to see me off. I turned to my mother, tears in my eyes. It was the day after Thanksgiving, Black Friday.

            “Don’t worry, I’ll…I’ll send for you the week before Christmas…” I said teary eyed. My mother grasped me, hugging me. 

“We can spend it together…” Randy said to my mother. My mom was not to fond of Randy. We argue at one point about him, which put doubt in my mind.

            Yet we have not declared of relationship to everyone. My mother faked a smile in front of us, kissing us goodbye, well slapping Randy across the face which he has learned to ignore. I kissed my brothers goodbye. On the plane, I felt embarrassed about my mother slapping Randy.

“Hey…” I said.

“Hey…” Randy said kissing my cheek. We don’t kiss on the lips that much, at least not in front of people.

            I sat next to him, chewing my third piece of gum, hoping my ears won’t pop. “Hey…I’m…I’m sorry about my mom slapping you…”

“Oh…” Randy chuckled, “Oh…um…don’t worry…” his smile said it all. He was forgiving of it. I saw the roaster of wrestlers that’ll help us during Wrestlmaina, in Randy’s hands he must’ve read that a thousand times. The paper was crumbled with stains on it.

            He put the paper in his pocket. “You worried?” I asked him.

“About what?”

“People abandon us…”

“I may have a bad history with most of everybody…but…I don’t know…”

“I don’t care if they help me, I need them to protect you…” he mumbled, even though I could hear him clearly.

            The next question I wanted to ask was going to end two ways. “Where are we going?” Randy looked at me, knowing what I meant. I looked at him with desperate eyes.

“Unconditionally” he asked while clearing his throat.

“Yes I do…but…”

“Emily…” Randy sighed.

“You and I are not use to this…Our ages…our relationship history…” he grasped my hand.

            I scoffed looking out on the light, fluffy clouds. Randy glared at me with guiltiness.

“Emily…” he said, twirling his fingers around my hair. My hair is now a dark brown, my goldish tan is now disappearing.

“Emily…” he whispered in my ear.

“You know I love you…that’s all that matters right now…” he kissed my temple.

            I was angry with him. I could not understand, if we love each other, it won’t matter about our age or our past. I could feel Randy’s sadness beat off him as he pulled out the roaster. I fell asleep on the window, hearing the engines roar in my ear.

Randy’s P.O.V

            I sighed putting away the roaster, Emily does not understand. And I wish she knew why I wanted to take it slow. I covered her with my jacket; it practically covered her entire body. I had to be patient with her, I have feelings for her, deep feelings which I’ve never felt before. I put my hand over my heart, feeling it beat out of my chest despite her coldness towards me.