Chapter 43

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Becky's POV

Even though Charlotte has been driving for 20 minutes, I still have no idea where we are going. It's about 11 at night and I just want to go home and sleep but I can't. I was still looking out the window but I kept getting more tired by the second. I yawn and rubbed my eyes to wake myself up a little more but it wasn't working. "Bayley, can we switch seats so I can go to sleep in the back?," I ask. "Same. I want to sleep as well," Sasha said and looked at Bayley and luckily she gave up.

"Sure but let's wait for Charlotte to make a stop at a gas station or something," Bayley said. "Well you are in luck because there is one right here," Charlotte says before pulling in front of a gas station. She gave Bayley money to buy some things. "Get money for gas and a couple water bottles," Charlotte says and Bayley was about to leave before Sasha spoke up. "I'm coming with you," Sasha said and Bayley made her way inside while Sasha was unbuckling her seatbelt.

"Sasha, can you ask Bayley to buy some Advil. I'm starting to get a headache," I say and Sasha nods before hurrying inside with Bayley leaving me and Charlotte alone. I had my head in my hands and I heard Charlotte say something. "Are you ok?," she asked me and I stayed quiet not responding to her. "Are you ok?," she repeated and I once again didn't listen.

I don't know why but I just didn't feel like talking to her. "Becky, talk to me," she said as she tried to hold my hand but I pulled it away from her. "Becky, c'mon. At least one word," she said and I could hear the frustration in her voice. "Becky, I'm sorry for what I said but if you just-,". I heard Charlotte say but I got out of the car and walked into the gas station leaving her in the car by herself. I saw Bayley at the counter talking to the owner but I didn't see Sasha anywhere.

"Hey, where's Sasha," I ask her. "She's getting the water bottles and advil," she said pointing somewhere in the back. I thanked her and went to go look for her. I saw her carrying a few water bottles in her hand and I went to go help her. "Hey Sasha. Need help?," I ask and she gave me 3 water bottles to hold. "Yea and shouldn't you be in the car?," she asked and I sigh. "Yea but I just don't want to be there," I say and Sasha gives me a confused look. "Why? Didn't you want to apologize to Charlotte?," she said.

"Not anymore," I say quietly. "Well I got your Advil so we can go pay right now," Sasha said before walking to the cash register. We payed for everything and headed back to the car. "By the way, I'm not talking to Charlotte just to let you know," I say to give her a warning. "Why not?," Sasha says but we already reached the car. We got in the back as we handed everyone their water bottles and I got my Advil and took one pill before getting ready to go to sleep. "You shouldn't sleep right now Becks. We're almost there," Charlotte said but I ignore her and went to sleep either way. I decided to lie down so I put my head on Sasha's lap before falling asleep.

Charlotte's POV

I watched with jealousy as I saw Becky sleep on Sasha's lap. The worst thing is that I saw Becky talk to Sasha on the way back to the car but not to me. Is she still mad about before? Possibly. "Charlotte, where are we going?," Bayley asked and I stopped at a red light before turning to her and whispering something in her ear. "A hill," I say and she might think this is dumb but this hill is actually more important than she thinks. "Really. That's it?," she asked and I shake my head.

"No, it's just special but wait until we get there," I say. I hear Bayley sigh as she looked through the window and I keep looking back to see Sasha either playing with her hair or kissing her forehead. I wanted to get to this hill because right now we are all going through some things but this place is very special to all of us and it will automatically put us in a good mood. I remember coming here in Brooklyn for Sasha and Bayley's Iron-Woman match and the day after the show we went here to just relax and talk about our problems and it's always been our special place.

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