Our Own Destiny
Chapter Fourteen: Promises to keep.

Crawling out of the closet, Audrienne found herself hit against the wall. She wiped away the tears mixed with black mascara. She didn't know how to deal with the new found truth. Moreover, her uncle had revealed her secret. She was in love with Mason, and that was something she did not want him to know - not yet. As a matter of fact, she wanted to tell him that secret on a more romantic day. When everything was resolved with Ryan.

"Audrie," Coughing, she peered up slowly at the person over towering her, "Are you... "

"Mason," she cut off his sentence, "Why, didn't you tell me..."

He knelt down in front of her, his swollen lips pursed together. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He meant everything to her.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, a his hand lifted her chin up. Their eyes locked, and her tears dripped down her cheeks, "So, so, sorry."

She sniffled, as she wiped the fresh tears. She noticed the cut above his eye, where blood was seeping through. Audrienne stood up from the floor, and took his hand. She pulled him to the bathroom, and set him down on the toilet seat.

"Let's clean that up," she mumbled in a low voice, as she took out a wash cloth and band-aid. Mason smirked, however, it faded once the wet wash cloth touched his bloody cut. He shut his eyes, only to feel a band-aid cover up the cut. Audrienne threw the wash-cloth into the sink, before allowing her hand to run through her brunette locks. She bit her quivering bottom lip, as the words ran through her head. Mason, on the other hand, allowed his green eyes to lock with hers.

His elbow kneeled against the marble sink, as his opposite arm opened, "Come here."

With hesitation, a heavy breath released through her neutral colored lips. However, she did not deny the offer, and settled on his lap.

"Are you going to tell me the truth?" she asked, as his arm tightened around her waist.

His lips touched her soft cheek, while his hand stroked her locks. She touched his hand, rubbing his knuckles in a comforting matter. He was afraid to see her reaction, moreover, he did not want to lose her. She was a great person, and a girl he had grown closer to.

"I've been sober for more than a year," he gulped, the nerves surged through his body, "Drugs were my get-a-way. . ."

Cracking his knuckles, the legend killer felt rather uneasy. His jaw clenched with anger, as he rubbed the side of his face. He didn't want to admit it, but the nineteen-year-old had executed great punches. Then again, the brunette was caught off guard. If he just had gotten a correct hold on his neck, then, he would have kicked his ass much more. Maybe, if Cena wasn't near the hotel room, he could have hurt Mason more than he did.

"Hey," a petite voice entered his thoughts, "Randy."

His head snapped up, while his blue eyes connected with a caramel brown pair. At that moment, he regretted walking down the empty hall. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets, as she approached him.

"At least I'm not in love with my best friend's girl."

The sentence raced through his mind, causing his migraine to increase in pain. She was always on his mind, dancing around like a beautiful silhouette. Her pearly white smile, curvy body, brunette curls cascading her down her back. She was beautiful, smart, kick-ass, everything he wanted in a girl. He didn't want to see her in his mind. It caused him to fall in that abyss of love. And there she was, standing in front of him.

"Hey, Micks."

She was full of concern for the former champion. The word went by fast about the whole fight, and Mickie - well - she knew about the situation in much more depth. Therefore, she could sense the stress flooding through the lady thriller's body.

"How are you," she questioned in a concerned tone, "I heard about the fight."

"Of course."

She lightly touched the bruise forming on his cheek, causing him to flinch with anger. Taken aback, Mickie took her hand back, running it through her brunette curls. She was aware of the pain he was going through, and the mood he could enter.

"I should go," she took a few step back, her heels barely made a noise because of the carpeted floor. When she fully turned, a hand softly gripped her arm. She bit her bottom lip, slightly afraid of what he would say. He fully twisted her body, causing it to become a bit more closer than expected.

"You don't have to."

Folding her arms against her chest, she twisted her lips in thought. She was attracted to the legend killer, much more than before. That was something she clearly wasn't so proud of. He was not supposed to be her Prince Charming, in fact, he was just a guy.

A guy she had fallen in love with. And that wasn't the best idea, considering the other person who was in love.

"I don't know what to do," he began, as his hands ran through his short hair, "he's going to hurt her."

"And how do you know," asked the former Women's Champion, "Mason is a sweet person, yes, he has flaws. But, who doesn't?"

"Mickie, he was a drug addict, and a total asshole."

"Maybe he's changed."

Randy shook his head, "No. Guys like him don't change."

"Really?" She rose her eyebrow, as she dabbed her finger against his shoulder, "Who used to party like a rockstar? Who used to come back from the clubs wasted? You."

"That's different."

"No, it isn't. See, look how you turned out. Randy, you have changed those ways. Mason has too, he's sober and isn't being a complete jerk to people anymore."

Allowing a sigh to escape his lips, Randy realised the points the short diva made. However, he did not like the idea of his niece cheating on her boyfriend. Moreover, the fact that she was falling in love with a wrestler.

He knew how it would turn out.

"She's cheating on her boyfriend, Micks."

Lightly shrugging her shoulders, she placed her hands onto her hips. That was what she was doing too, fooling with two men's emotions.

"I don't think she meant to. I guess she fell in love with someone else," At that moment, she locked eyes with the six-foot one superstar. He knew that somehow the situation was sort of related.

"I just don't want her to get hurt, I know how wrestlers can be. He'll break her heart at the sign of a hot chick."

"It's young love, Randy," she told him with confidence, "Just let her be. If you continue to push that stupid rule, then she's going to rebel even more."

With another sigh, he finally gave up on the subject. The diva was right, he needed to relax. All he was doing was caring for the poor teenager. There was one thing left for him, and that was to apologise to her. He had over-reacted, in a way, that caused all three to feel hurt.

"You must be a pro at love," A smirk flashed across his face, "Thank you, Mickster."

"New nickname, huh? Now I have to think of one."

He cursed under his breath, as the two walked down the hall. Slowly, his hand touched hers, but only for a moment. In front of them stood another superstar. Both felt their bodies tense up as the superstar approached them with a friendly smile.

"I have one," Mickie said softly, "Bunnykinz."

Without a chance to respond at her comment, he found himself smirking at the former champion.

"Hey, man."

John didn't greet his best friend, instead, he flashed a cute smirk to the diva alongside him. A sudden rush of emotion flooded through Orton's body. Unaware with his actions, Randy slipped his arm around the diva's shoulder.

"You ready to go, Mickie?" John asked, his jaw slightly clenched.

She bit her bottom lip, staring at John, then back at the other superstar. She felt the guilt strike through her, to the point that she wanted to be invisible. The tension between the three was building, but it was cut short by her sweet voice.

"Yes," she released herself from Randy's grip, and found her waist in the grip of the Doctor Of Thuganomic's arm. Randy simply grinned, lifting his hand up for a wave.

"Have fun, you two."

"We will." His friend replied sharply, before turning away with the diva by his side. Randy just stood alone, and watched both walk away, laughter filled the hallway second later.

Jealously was an ugly color, and love was complicated, in many aspects.

"Here I am now," he finished off, as he took a sip of his water, "A successful wrestler, with a horrible past. The best thing is, I'm sober. And, I know, that I will never deal with drugs again, because of the consequences I faced."

Audrienne nodded her head, a satisfied smile graced her neutral lips. She was in complete awe of his story. At some parts, she cringed with fear, at others, she felt the emotion at her throat. Overall, she was content with the way he handled his situation. He had gone through a lot, and to see him healthy as ever, warmed her heart. His drug addiction had began at the age of sixteen, where his mother had began drinking. However, it had gotten worse during the time of the divorce, and depression lead into the situation. As if it couldn't get worse, he enjoyed partying, and his antics were getting the worse of him.

It got to the point of no return. Suspension from the company, and three rehab attempts lead him to sanity. He was glad that his demons were no longer with him, for, he was sober and happy.

"I didn't know you went through so much," she said in an honest voice, "But, you're here healthy and happy. You've become a great person, Mason."

He shook his head, denying that fact. Frowning, Audrienne lifted her head up from the pillow, slightly confused with his reply.

"No, I'm not. Randy's right; you shouldn't be with me."

"What are you talking about?"

Mason felt his heart crash, as he realised what he was going to say. After expressing his story to her, he realised that he wasn't right for her. She deserved someone much more safer, and smarter. She needed a boyfriend who would satisfy her needs. He didn't feel he could fulfill that requirement. He was just another guy, who had been a complete screw-up.

"I think we should. . . remain friends."

Audrienne's blue eyes grew big, and her jaw nearly dropped. She lifted herself up from the bed completely, as she took his hand with hers.

"I don't want to," she shook her head, "I want to be with you, Mason. I'm in love with you."

"That isn't the best choice for you, Audrie. I could turn into a complete maniac, which would lead to. . . causing you pain."

She shook her head once more, "No. That will not happen, Mason. You won't turn into a maniac, because I'll keep you sane. You won't cause me pain, because we'll be happy."

He bit his bottom lip, not caring for the pain it executed.

"How are you so sure, I won't? If we're together, we'll get in fights. I'll end up yelling an offensive thing to you, and you'll be hurt...."

"That's the point! It's what we'll do. We'll fight till no end, then makeup. We'll take a walk through the rain, and share kisses. You'll force me to go on a roller-coaster, even if I don't want to. You will hold me tight when we watch a scary movie... I'll flick through your radio channels, and you'll groan because you don't like the music. You'll give me a nickname, and I'll give you one. At night, you'll call me, and I'll call you. When you're upset, I'll be there, the same way you will be there for me."

Mason smirked at her sudden rant of what love was. He noticed that all he wanted was her, and nothing else.

She wanted him the same way.

"There's a problem."

"What is it, now?"

"What are you going to do about Ryan?"

She ran a hand through her locks, before laying her head once more on the pillow. She stared up at the ceiling, and the immediate thoughts ran through her mind. Ryan was in love with her, and she wasn't feeling the same way for him.

Somehow, she knew it would work out. If not, then, she would be the one to go completely insane.

"I'll figure it out," she answered confidently, as she turned on her side, "Just don't leave me, please. Give us a chance."

His face inched closer to hers, where his lips broke the small gap between their lips. His forehead leaned against hers, as she stared into his green eyes.

"I'll always be here," he said with no hesitation, "I promise."

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