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Can a Fallen Angel still fly	By : Bekabulwinkle Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 2515 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Note - for those who dont know what the midnight syndrome is, its something that i came up with that happens at parties / get togethers when people have been drinking ect and it hits midnight. Usually the conversation becomes personal and really in depth - you learn alot about a person when there in the midnight syndrome.....

They were all nodding as she got up from the sofa

“Seth?”

Kevin’s unspoken question made her turn back to them, waving her near empty glass she just headed over to the small bar. Picking up the half empty bottle of Jim Beam she made her way back to them. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa in between Shawn and Sean she took a swig of the amber liquid, letting it burn its way down her throat before she spoke

“If I say this I say it once and it never comes up again”

Looking at them all she waited until they nodded in agreement before she spoke

“My brother Steven, he was gay. He was the perfect child in everyway. Straight A student, captain of the football team – he was beautiful on the inside and outside. The oldest of five kids he was my father, mother and best friend all rolled into one. I was a shy child – being the only girl in a pack of boys should have made me loud but I wasn’t. The first time I ever saw wrestling was with Steven and his friends – so there I was surrounded by the most popular guys in my high school watching guys fly through the air, slamming each other with chairs, tables with anything they could. I loved it, all of it. So by the time Steven graduated I was fully hooked, it took all my time – I had no friends, I use to say it was because I couldn’t afford the distraction another lie.”

Seth despondently laughed as she took another swig of the bourbon – keeping her voice even as she looked up at Paul and Kevin

“My family was a web of lies – coming from money my mother was the original billion-dollar bitch without the billion dollars – my father married her for her money. I can’t remember a time when they weren’t fighting – they were spiteful and not only to each other but also to us. I was taught at a young age never to show weakness because it would be exploited – tears, love, affection – emotion as a whole was a weakness to my parents. When I was about six years old I made the mistake of telling my teacher that my dad had hit me, leaving the dark bruise on my leg. She must of went to children services because they were on our door step the next day, everyone played happy family, my parents explaining that my father had done it when he let go of my bike and I had fallen off. The moment the door closed I was flown across the room, my mother screaming at me telling me I was worthless – she never wanted me anyway – as my father walked past he booted me back across the room. My first lesson in the family motto “never tell”. It was Steven who picked me up from the floor – cleaned me up and stayed with me. He was always there, picking me up after it happened but most of the time he would deflect it from me, purposely getting in my fathers face so he wouldn’t go after me, I was the one who tended to him after those bloody fights”

“What about your other brothers?”

Turning to look at Sean she titled her head a little, shaking it as she spoke

“In my house if it was happening to someone else than it wasn’t happening to you – I don’t blame my brothers for not helping because I saw it happen to them enough”

Feeling his take her hand she just looked back down a the bottle, fidgeting with the cap

“When Steven finally came out all hell broke lose – I had know for years that he was gay, he was dating a guy named Shane. How I loved them both – they kept me sane and when I wasn’t they would hold me and tell me I was the most precious person ever. For a kid who had only ever been told she was shit, worthless nothing more that a mistake that should have been killed in her mothers womb it was hard to hear, I hated myself so much I had a nice little stint of self mutilation going on there”

She heard Shawn gasp at her words, looking up at him under a blanket of blond hair she kept going

“Every morning I would blade myself, not on my arms but my feet, my legs, across my stomach – places that no one would see. Shane and Steven were working backstage at an Indy company I was working for. That day had been worse than ever, my father told me I was nothing more than a whore he should sell out to his friends… he went as far as actually calling one of his running buddies and telling him that if he had a hundred bucks he would sell me to him for a week, I was his property and he could what ever he wanted with me – the only way I was leaving that house was in a body bag”

“What the fuck”

Holding her hand up she waved away Pauls words as she kept talking

“He was so drunk I ended up slipping out of the house going to the show, going to see Steven and Shane. Before I went on stage I stupidly bladed myself, right under my chest. In a hurry to feel anything but what he made me feel I went to deep, the bleeding wouldn’t stop and Kandy another woman working found me in the showers five – ten minutes I had past out from losing blood. The doctors told me it was because I was in the showers, something to do with the water constantly washing the wound it didn’t get a chance to coagulate or some shit. I was admitted to the pshyic ward and put on suicide watch; I didn’t want to die it just made it better”

Shawn was rubbing her back as she cried silent tears her voice cracking as she kept going not looking at anyone

“After a week I was let out, my parents told people I had gone away for a holiday because I was so upset about Steven and his betrayal of the family. I didn’t want to go back, I had tried to leave before and every time I did they would pull strings to get me kicked out of where ever I was staying, the police would drag me back home even though I was over age – people kept telling me I was a bad person because I didn’t love my parents, why didn’t I want to live with such loving and caring people. The days drifted on and on, I went to school, went wrestling and came home – the first year of uni just flew by, I had gotten better in the ring and out – Steven and Shane showed me things backstage – I even got some of my story ideas used, but one night I got the phone call – Shane had been killed in a car accident. A drunk driver ran a red light and slammed into his car, he was killed instantly. Steven was lost without him, a few months before they had gotten married, I had stood by my brother the only family member to be there – and witnessed as they pledged there love for eternity, then I was standing next to Steven again the day he was buried. My father found out and was waiting for us at Shanes house where they were having the wake. As soon as our car stoped he pulled me from it, calling Steven such horrible names and telling me that I was no better than the dead fag”

Hiccuping a little she tried to calm her breathing, curling up even tighter finding a spot on the carpet in front of Pauls feet and not taking her eyes off it

“For the first time in my life I hit my father, watching him sprawled out on the ground I knew it was nowhere near over. Friends helped Steven into the house and I did what Steven had done for me all those years, I took the brunt of my father’s anger. He dragged me into his car and the moment our front door closed behind him he beat the hell out of me – broke my arm, cracked a few ribs, but the worse was when her threw me through the glass coffee table, shredding the skin from my hands”

Holding her hands palm up they saw the small spider web like scares that criss crossed them –

“After everything I ran back to Steven, I always ran to Steven but it didn’t help. Walking through the silent house I called out his name, but there was no answer. The moment I opened the bathroom door I knew he was dead, somewhere in my brain I knew it. Water was tinted red as it washed down the drain, his arms split open from elbow to palm. There was so much blood around us, his and mine washed down the drain as I tried to wake him – I can still fell blood on my hands sometimes, its cold my hands get so cold. I called the ambulance but it was too late. He was dead before I even got there”

“That’s what happened yesterday – that was what you where seeing wasn’t it?”

Kevin asked as he looked over at Paul seeing the fury on his face wondering if it emulate his own because he could see it paralleled with Sean’s and Shawn’s – her small voice brought his attention back

“So three days later I was dressed in black again, my parents didn’t even care he was dead – my mother said they couldn’t miss the function they were going too. So I stood there with his friends as we mourned for the two people we all loved. For the next six months I worked my ass off, I promised myself that I would make it here and I did. The day I caught the plane my father laughed and told me that I would be back, I was worthless and the only way I would make it was if I fucked my way there and I wasn’t even go enough to do that. When I came crawling back he would allow me to live under his roof only if I “service” think he said his friends”

“Your father wanted you to fuck his friends – how could people not see the things they were doing?”

Seth shook her head a little at Sean’s outburst, gripping onto his head a little harder when she answered him

“People only see money – who has it and who doesn’t, my parents have it so no one will question them”

Taking another swig of the near empty bottle she finished her sad story

“I had five thousand dollars in the bank and a one-way ticket here. From the moment I landed I made my name known in the Indy federations. Working for food and board I would scrape through with odd jobs. Two months ago I had a phone call from my brother telling me that an Attorney was looking for me. When I rang the number he gave me it turns out that my Shane left everything to my brother and my brother left everything to me including his trust fund. A trust fund I cant touch until I’m twenty five – I ended up with about four point six million Australian dollars, roughly transferring into about two point three US. So boys I am rich, more money that I know what to do with but it doesn’t make up for Steven or Shane, it doesn’t hold me and tell me that I’m worth something – I loved my brother, I loved my brothers husband so I don’t see anything wrong with what any of you do – because if I found a person I love I would hold on so tight no matter who they are. If you all find love with each other so be it, if you want to screw every single person on the roster than who am I to say your wrong? I’m only a twenty two year old virgin who the only people she’s ever loved are dead”

Getting up from them she felt there eyes boring into her – swaying a little form all the alcohol she had Seth steadied herself against the breakfast bar, turning to finally look at there horrified and furious faces she shrugged and sighed a little casting a sad smile at them before speaking

“So that’s my sad story boys – when you asked how I could deal with Booker and his little grubby antics its because the one person who is suppose to protect you, the one person you should be able to trust above all other thought as me like he did nothing more than property to be used, abused andown own away”

Holding her head high she looked around the messy kitchen, quaking when arms went around her she closed her eyes as he spoke

“You are not worthless, and you are not property”

Paul whispered as he pasted her over into Kevin’s arms

“We will not let anything happen to you again – you are precious”

Being handed to another set of arms she heard Shawn’s unmistakeable twang as he whispered

“There is no weakness in emotions, when you cry we will hold you, when you laugh we will laugh with you”

His lips meet her head as she felt Sean’s arms encircle her, his melodious voice saying

“Angel Seth Marylyn Dean you are one of the strongest, loving, beautiful and amazingly wonderful person I have ever meet”

A/N PLEASE = Please review this for me cause I really don’t know how it goes. I wanted her to have this past that shows that she is just all pain – I hope I haven’t over done it. Also I wanted the guys to come off as if they were in awe of her in an away.
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