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Chapter 14: Welcome to Cameron, NC. Home of Matt, Jeff and Faith Hardy….

“Faith! Come in to Dinner!”

I put down the currycomb and patted the soft neck in front of me. The pink muzzle nudged my pockets for treats. “Quit you.” I pushed the mare’s nose away and walked away. She followed, knowing I would give her a treat. “Gypsy? Am I that predictable?” I ran my fingers through her white forelock. “Must be.” I took the treats and gave them to her, trying not to think about anything. “After dinner were going to Kerry’s, ok girl?” It’s not like the mare could understand me. Still it was good to talk to someone, who wouldn’t talk back.

I latched the gate and walked to the house. So much had happened since I had left and since I had returned. It had been almost 3 months since ‘The Fight’ and almost no one said anything about it. I couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing. My arm had healed well. The Doctor was very surprised that I had nearly full use a week after the cast was off. I spent a lot of time with my friends Dustin, Kerry and Trey. Dustin is my best friend in Cameron who’s house I didn’t have to ride to. Kerry lived about 15 minutes away through the woods behind the house and Trey lived in an apartment in town. Tonight we were all supposed to meet at Kerry’s for a sleepover. Yes, I know were a bit old for sleepovers but we all needed a major female bonding experience.

I hadn’t thought about Glenn much since I left. No, that’s a Lie and I’m sorry. I thought about him every time I fell asleep and every time I woke up. They say that’s the one you love will always haunt your dreams, waking or sleeping. If that’s true then Glenn was living in my head and was about to add a Jacuzzi and a three car garage.

I walked into the back patio of the house. I sat and took off my stable boots, replacing them with plain running shoes. I walked in purposely banging the screen door. The late November air was unseasonably warm and Dad was taking advantage of it by leaving the windows and doors open most of the time. I walked over to the refrigerator and got the iced glasses out of the freezer. “Mmmm. Smells good Dad. Beef stew?” He nodded as I washed my hands and grabbed a couple of bowls, spoons and the bread for the table.

He brought the steaming pot to the table and sat down. “Are you headed to Kerry’s tonight? Riding Gypsy or taking your truck?”

“Riding over. Don’t worry I’ll take a stable warmer for her.”

“That’s fine. Your brother’s called while you were in the barn.”

I stopped with the spoon half-hanging out of my mouth. I hadn’t really talked to my brother’s since I had come home. I kind of dreaded seeing them. Matt would gloat about being right, that wrestling relationships were fickle. It would hurt. He would mean it, too. And Jeff would stay up with me late nights and tell stories, just to keep my mind off of it. That’s the way Jeff is. He’s the counselor, and Matt is the Judge, Jury and Executioner.

“What did they want?”

“They’re coming home for a while. Jeff is being disciplined, for what else but persistent lateness. So the girl’s are going to visit their families for a while and the boys are going to come home and plan the weddings. They’ll be home until about mid-mid-January. They get here Tuesday, in time for Thanksgiving. “

Dad put the lid back on the pot of stew and turned his head toward the door. Liger was scratching at the door and he got up to let him in. Grabbing himself a glass of iced tea, he sat back down. “You still mad at Matt, ain’t ya?” Here come twenty questions.

I scowled at the name. “He’s being an ass over everything he can be an ass about.”

Matt had learned apparently that a little gloating goes a long way. Every time I spoke with him it was a lot like listening to a broken record. ‘Hey Faith, did you hear about who Glenn was seen with?’ or ‘Find anyone decent, yet?’ In so many words, he was always saying ‘I told you so’. It irked me to no end and he damned well knew it. However, since it is against my nature for my brothers to be allowed to be right about anything, I would not accept it.

Dad looked sympathetic. “It’s your fight, you handle it. Might want to go make sure your room‘s all locked up in the attic so Liger doesn’t get in there and tear stuff up.”

I nodded and we finished dinner in silence. I cleared the table and did the dishes, singing along with the country radio station. Putting everything away, I ran up to my room of turn off the lights, close the windows and make sure it was closed up. I have to admit, My room is the smallest in the house, but, it’s in the attic so it’s got a lot of weird angles, which is a plus. As you walk in, to the left is what Dad calls my trophy wall. All of my ribbons and trophies from horse shows, from both hunter and dressage shows as well as the few western pleasure halter classes Gypsy had won. There was also a picture of my first horse, the one Matt and Jeff had bought for me right after they signed with the WWF. The elderly gelding was gray from age but he held his head proudly and knew he was destined for great things. He did everything asked with more heart than a thoroughbred in a race. He ended up being called Victor because he always knew when he won. Jeff named him. Hell, Jeff had to convince Matt to put up money for him. Matt didn’t want me to have him in the first place.

Let me tell you a secret about Matt and me. Matt does not like me. I’m not saying this because we have a sibling rivalry. Far from it. Jeff is my sibling rival, and we are closer to each other than anyone, except maybe Shane and I. No, Matt has never liked me. He tolerates me only because I am his sister and he has to put up this front. I took his glory. He was supposed to be the shining one. The oldest is the golden child right? My Mom and Dad doted on me as their little girl and he didn’t like it. It was one of the reasons he started wrestling. He got a lot of attention after that. The tension kind of died down after Mom passed away, fostering that whole family togetherness thing. Now that we are older, I see it a lot. The gloating, snide remarks, the way he talks to me. He doesn’t treat me like his sister, I’m his archrival.

I was telling you about my room. Oh yeah. Sorry, got sidetracked. To the left is the trophy wall and to the right is my bathroom, which in my opinion is the single ugliest color possible! If Dad allows, I’m using my wrestling money to remodel it. Right now it is Olive Green and Pink. Anything would be better than that.

The wall you see when you walk in has all the good stuff. My computer, my vanity and especially my bed. It’s kinda special to me because my grandmother bought it for my mother when she was little and its beautiful. Its wrought iron, with the original patchwork quilt covering it.

Next to my bed, is my dresser. On top of it there were pictures of all the people I love. There were the pictures of Mom and I, Dad, Jeff, an obligatory picture of Matt(only there because Amy is also in the picture with Jess, Mark and Sara), as well as one small picture of Shane Helms, another obligatory. He and I have a past. Gypsy and Victor’s pictures were there too along with Glenn’s picture. It was the one picture I loved above all the others of us. It was of both of us, asleep. I was leaning on his chest, curled into his neck and he had his head turned toward me. He hadn’t liked the picture when he saw it, because his mouth was open and he was drooling all over the seat of the bus. I loved it. I had to buy it off of Jeff for a hundred bucks but it was worth every penny.

I grinned at the memories and then my heart sank as I remembered.

“…Good-bye, Faith.”

I picked up the picture, sat down on the bed and let the tears fall. I had tried a few times to call him but he had blocked my numbers and he wouldn’t answer my emails. I had almost given up on him. Thank God for my guardian angel, Jeffrey. Even though Matt rubs the whole fight thing in like salt to a wound, Jeff lets me know what is really going on. “He’s pining Faith. Despite what Matt says, he’s not been with anyone else according to Mark. I don’t think he really believes what he’s seen to tell you the truth. Patience, kid. All will come out ok.”

“Yeah Patience. No feeling sorry for myself.” I put the picture back, went in washed my face and grabbed my saddlebag. Looking at my alarm clock, I saw it was already five. ‘Shit, gotta hurry.’

I raced down the stairs, kissed my dad on the check and waved goodbye. He waved me off as I went out changed my shoes back to my boots and headed for the barn. Gypsy was looking away from me and twirled around to greet me when I opened the gate. She followed me into the barn and let me slip the bridle over her head. Opting to go without a saddle, I grabbed a stable rug, and other essentials for Gypsy’s stay at Kerry’s and led her out to the gate. I threw my saddlebag over her withers and put my backpack on. I latched the gate and hopped up on the fence. I mounted the horse, who decided to start sidestepping at that exact moment. “Gypsy! Cut it out. I didn’t give you that cue.” I reined her in and gave her the signal to trot. She moved easily, heading for the trees. We knew this path well; we traveled it a lot.

It didn’t take long to get to Kerry’s but we were greeted by a Mass of…

“Kerry! Get your Chickens!

A bushy red head peeked out of the front door and walked down the stairs. I dismounted and led a startled Gypsy around the yard as Kerry opened the stable for me. “Sorry Fay. I forgot, Gypsy shies at birds.” She moved to the side and I walked my mare into the building. “Put her next to Kota. He and Gypsy are ok.” I led the paint mare over to a stall next to a cob pony. The dark head looked out inspect the situation and whickered at Gypsy. Kerry and I watered them both and gave them each a flake of hay. “Ready to head up? Dustin and Trey should be here in a bit.”

I nodded as I swept straw off of the nameplate on Kota’s stall. “Poor old Dark Dakota, gotta spend the night near Gypsy. Be careful old boy, she snores.”

Kerry and I walked up to her house, scattering poultry in front of us. Just as we walked up to the door, a deep blue Mustang Cobra roared down the driveway. As we coughed against the smoke, a tall athletic looking figure stepped out from the driver’s side. Most people who didn’t know Dustin couldn’t tell if she was a handsome woman or very feminine man. But she is what either sex would kill for! Tall, lean and broad in all the right places, blond, attractive and a killer flirt. I quit taking her to Myrtle Beach last year because she was hitting on anything with two legs. She’s a wonderful person overall and fun to hang around.

“Fay! Kerry! Hola Chicas! How is the wonderful world of horseback riding? Very enjoyable I hope!” She had grabbed our necks and embraced us in a gripping bear hug. Dustin ever the ‘college-bound’ had gone before us and attended her university of choice. She was a proud Tarheel now. I still couldn’t understand how she could drive that car and attend school. The great mysteries of life.

As she released our necks, we heard the last member of our party drive up. The gray sedan stopped and a downcast face popped out at us. She smiled weakly at us and walked over. “Hi guys.”

“Wake up, Trey!”

We grabbed her by the arms and dragged her into the house. “No sulking tonight! Not even you! This is a Party!”

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~Hours Later~

“No more! Ahh! Dusty! No more. One more piece and I’ll explode!” I pushed her off the couch and grabbed the pizza she was trying to force down my throat. “I’ll never eat again! Whose bright idea was it to order seafood and mushroom!”

Trey raised her hand. “It’s what you get for letting me order it so, Pffft, Fay!” She stuck her tongue out at me and blew a rather large wet raspberry. I, in turn, flipped her the bird. This was the beginning of an all-out pillow fight, the final blow coming from Dustin who grabbed my pillow and threw it across the room.

“Ha! Now Fay. Tell us, because we all want to know…what’s it like?”

I turned around and sat against the couch. Looking at the tall blond, I scowled. “What are you talking about Dusty? What’s what like?”

Trey chuckled. “What’s it like to be with ‘Kane’.”

“What do you mean what’s it like?” I cocked my head at her halfway knowing what she wanted to know, but trying to clarify.

Kerry smiled down from the couch she had rooted herself to and smiled. “Come on you’re not that dense Faith. Half the world knows you were sleeping with him. Jeff told me you and he were inseparable. Something about you were with him in Vegas. You lost yourself to him. Was it any good?”

Dusty shook her head at Kerry and spoke up. “She didn’t lose her virginity to Glenn or Kane or whoever he is. Isn’t that right Fay?”

I growled at her, not liking where this was going. “Shut Up Dusty.”

“I will not. He told me. Like its not common knowledge. You slept with Gregory or should I say Shane Helms. That party at Nick’s house.”

Trey and Kerry’s mouth’s dropped. “You didn’t! Fay!”

I nodded, not ashamed of the fact. “Yes I did. I was eighteen. Happy now?”

Kerry started giggling hysterically. “Ok So how are Shane and Glenn? You’ve been with Kane and the Hurricane.”

“Kane is Kane. Long, sweet, good. He’s Damned good at it. Glenn knows what to do with what he’s got. And he has got a lot to work with. Shane. Let’s just say, ‘Hurricane’ Lives up to his name.”

Trey looked at me confused, Dusty and Kerry were laughing their asses off. “Lives up to his name?”

“Yeah, He acts like he’s in a hurry!”

You really don’t want to know all the discussion about Shane Helms. It wasn’t pretty. Poor guy, his ears must’ve been burning all night that night. I took enough shots at his manhood that night. He’s a good man, don’t get me wrong, he’s my best friend. He’s just not exactly Don Juan.

But even for all the talk about Shane, I still thought about Glenn. I miss him.
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