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Foretold Future	By : Redneckgirl Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1639 -:- 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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1 Month later.

‘I think I feel like I dealt with it already. Like to get through what he was doing, I had to face up to it at the time. Because now, I just don’t feel anything. Even when we got the phone call to let us know what had happened to him I just didn’t feel anything at all. Is that normal? Am I gonna be fine for ages and then it just suddenly hit me?’ said Nadine as she sat with her legs crossed underneath her in Tessa’s plush office having her weekly session. Since it had all come out she had all been under Tessa’s care with weekly therapy sessions to work through what Ken had inflicted upon her.

Two days before her session she’d been at home when her mother (who was living with them for the time being until the furnishing of her new home was all sorted) had come out to her in the back yard to tell her the governor of the jail her father was being held at until trial had called to inform her Ken had been found hanging in his cell at 5.22am that morning, pronounced dead at the scene. Nadine had thought such news would fill her with delight, but instead she just felt nothing, indifferent to it all. Just glad he was gone and never coming back.

‘After assessing you as closely as I have been, I’d say no. I agree, from what we’ve gone through together and all the progress we’ve made I’d say you have indeed built up a coping mechanism to it over the years. To me you’ve dealt with all of this a long time ago, it’s something you accepted and got over without question. The only thing I’d still say that’s hanging around in your thoughts is the same thing your mom’s questioning; and that’s why he did it’ said Tessa, gesturing with her hands as she spoke, sat opposite Nadine in her large comfortable chair.

‘I can’t deny that I always will wonder that. Is there anything you can say that’d shed any light?’ she asked, watching Tessa think on her answer carefully before speaking.

‘I would say, and this is one of the most common reasons for rape, that it was a power thing. And when we look at the timing of the events, him losing his job and the family home and then the abuse starting within months of that it does add up. He needed to feel in control of something so desperately, to regain some kind of power in his life that he started abusing Sam, and then moved onto you too. After speaking with the psychologist who assessed him and also reading over his notes there’s a clear pattern there for sure’ said Tessa, watching Nadine nod slowly. She didn’t have to like the reason, but for once it all made some kind of sense to her, the reason why he did what he did.

‘And my own thoughts, completely off the record of course are that he was a pathetic sick minded bastard that deserves to burn in hell for what he did. Let’s hope its warm enough down there for him shall we?’ Tessa then concluded, making Nadine smile, then remove it from her face quickly.

‘Nadine, its okay to hate him, and it’s okay to feel happy that he’s gone. You smile all you like that your sack of shit father has got what he deserved. I know that he’s cheated the system and will never be properly punished for what he put you through, but he’s gone at least. You don’t even have to think of him breathing the same air as you anymore, which at our first meeting was something bothering you heavily wasn’t it?’ Tessa then said.

‘Yeah, it was. I’ve slept so much better after finding out too, before I’d just like awake for hours or toss and turn. But now I sleep right through unless I’m awoken by snoring’ she said, making Tessa laugh.

‘Well you have to have one bad thing about being with a man as nice and criminally gorgeous as him, you can’t have it all perfect!’ she replied, Nadine also laughing as she stood up and walked over to her sister in law, pulling her into a hug.

‘Thank you’ she said, kissing her cheek.

‘What for?’ Tessa asked.

‘Helping me with everything I got up in here’ she said, screwing her finger against the side of her head.

‘Which isn’t a whole lot anymore. Times are changing Nadine, everything bad is done with and now it’s time for you to enjoy your life properly again, so get out there and do it and Alex and I will see you all on Sunday, give Sammy and your mom kisses for me, and I suppose I’ll come out now and give one to the big guy since he’s just outside’ said Tessa, who followed Nadine towards the door of her office and then out into the waiting room to find Shannon doing his usual thing of teasing her Venus fly trap plant.

‘It’ll swallow you hole one day’ she said, watching him tap a pen against the jaws of the plant and take it out again as they closed.

‘It’d have a hell of a job’ he said, gesturing to the plants size and then the size of him, making a few other patients in the waiting room laugh. He got up and gave her a hug and a kiss before she called her next appointment in and then wrapped his arm around Nadine and took her home. Apart from her weekly sessions with Tessa things were just as they always were; everything normal and everyone getting on with life. Nadine had said she never wanted anyone to mention him to her again, or what he had done, and so no one did. The only time she spoke of it was when she lay and talked to Shannon, who she told everything to, or Tessa.

Sometimes she thought that it was wrong to feel so happy, to do normal things, or silly things like running around at 3am with a video camera helping Mike film stupid goings on between her lover and her friends for The Hardy Show, or like one night standing on the kitchen table with Jeff drunk off her ass screaming along to Slayer songs round at his and Suzie’s newly built home just two miles from hers and Shannon’s place. And then sometimes when she caught herself thinking that she just did what Tessa had told her to do; ignore it and embrace whatever it was she was doing to make her feel happy, and so she did.

One thing that did trouble her though was Sam. Now she had been handed her life back to enjoy she wished with all her heart Sam was mentally well enough to do the same, but knew that there was no chance of it. Or so she thought. In the days after having it gently explained to her by Nadine and their mother that Ken was dead and could never, ever hurt her again, there had been a change in Sam. It was subtle, very subtle, but something was definitely starting to happen. Something people were starting to notice too.

Shannon was the first one to notice it after coming home from work one afternoon to look after her while Maggie went to her new house to measure up the windows for curtains and the floor for carpets, Matt kindly offering to go and help her which left just Jeff and Shannon with nothing to do other than supervise Sam (Suzie was away in California working on a band shoot), and notice the little things that started to happen.

‘Does anyone wanna drink?’ she called from the kitchen. Jeff and Shannon looked at each other from across the couch with raised eyebrows. That was something Sam had never asked before, and whereas she was capable of fixing a drink for herself she had never shown the comprehension to ask if anyone else wanted one too.

‘A can of coke please’ Jeff shouted back, curiosity written all over his face.

‘Here’ she said, walking back in and dropping the can in his lap. She sat down and put her glass of apple juice on the table, and then sat back and looked at it like she was trying to work something out. She then leant forward and picked up the glass, wiped the wet ring mark off the coffee table and put a coaster down to seat the glass back on before turning her attention to the TV. Once again Shannon and Jeff stared at each other.

‘She’s never done that before’ whispered Shannon, pointing at the glass. ‘Did you see her looking at it and working it out? Like she was thinking ‘that’s not right?’ he continued, with Jeff nodding.

‘If you’d have asked her to use a coaster a few weeks ago she’d have probably tried to eat it’ he replied, watching Sam looking at the screen. She still looked like she was lost in her own world, but there was definitely something about her that was different.

‘Sam?’ he said, watching her turn and look in his direction.

‘Huh?’ she replied, looking at him right in the eyes and freaking him out a bit. Sam usually looked anywhere but your eyes in her dreamy state.

‘Are you okay?’ he then asked.

‘Yeah, I’m good’ she replied, her voice sounding astonishingly clear. Once again he and Shannon exchanged looks and raised eyebrows.

‘Sam? What’s this song called? He asked after flicking over the TV to a music channel and letting her listen to it for a few moments.

‘You could be mine- Gun’s N Roses’ she answered, before seeming to zone back into the Sam they had only ever seen and humming in her usual ‘not there’ kind of way.

‘Kitchen’ said Shannon, jumping off the sofa with Jeff following him.

‘Okay so..............what the fuck?’ exclaimed Jeff, pointing back towards the lounge.

‘I have no fucking idea, but she has never, ever done that before! Usually if she goes to get herself a drink the only other thing she does is make a mess as you know, not ask anyone else if they want one too. She’s never been able to comprehend things like that since she got sick from what Nadine’s told me, or recognise songs like that! When Nadine plays her the stuff she wrote with Funk Assassin she doesn’t even know it’s her music she’s listening to! And she’s just sat out there and said not only what song it was but who fucking recorded it too!’ said Shannon, looking excited.

‘Do you think we should see what else we can get out of her? Encourage her or something?’ said Jeff, his face matching Shannon’s.

‘Maybe, I dunno. It might be best just to sit and wait, see if anything else starts to happen’ said Shannon, who thought about calling Nadine at work but then changed his mind, wanting to tell her or hopefully even show her Sam’s change when she arrived home. And so they went back out there and watched her closely, but it seems the doors to her sudden lucidness had shut again for now, as she was back to how she’d always been to them at least. But they would open again, and the next time there was more people around to see it too.

‘HEY! NO, NO, NO!! BAD DOGS!’ she had shouted one night in the kitchen, racing outside and grabbing hold of Hela as she and Dragon has started to fight over a chew toy. Once again her voice had been completely clear, coming back in and checking Hela over as Shannon walked towards her and Maggie stood with her mouth agape slightly.

‘Is she okay?’ he asked, taking his dog from her arms.

‘I think so, there’s no blood. I’ll go check Dragon’ she said, turning and walking back outside to pick up the other dog who had ventured off around the corner. ‘He’s fine too’ she called back.

‘Told ya’ he said, turning to Maggie whose jaw was almost on the floor. She and Nadine had been very cynical over what he and Jeff had stated they’d witnessed three days ago, but now she’d seen it for herself she was simply and utterly amazed.

‘Hang on a minute, let me see if she’ll do what she did the other day again’ he said, going over to the small CD player in the kitchen and picking up a CD by a British band called Sikth Sam had loved, her bass playing when she was well being heavily influenced by too. He loaded it and laughed as Maggie pulled a face at how loud he played it, and then called Sam in.

‘Name the song Sammy’ he said, pointing at the CD player.

‘Summer Rain, a classic’ she answered, putting Dragon down onto the floor and whistling along as she went and gave her mom a kiss on the cheek, who was just standing frozen to the spot in shock.

‘Did you see? Did you? She...........she’s, oh my god NADINE! GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF THE BATH RIGHT NOW!’ She then shouted, making Shannon laugh and Sam just stare at her.

‘What?’ Sam asked with a shrug as her mother flew off, leaving just her and Shannon in the kitchen.

‘Nothing honey, it’s just, well, you know you’ve not been well for a long time don’t you? Do you understand that?’ he asked. But once again it was too late, and she’d drifted off again by the time a be-towelled Nadine had come downstairs to see what all the fuss was about.

‘Gone again’ he said sadly with a shrug, wrapping his arms around Nadine who looked a little sad. She still hadn’t witness her sisters fleeting moments of normality, but she wouldn’t have to wait long. They called Tessa to tell her of the change in Sam’s behaviour and she did some juggling around and managed to fit her in for an assessment that coming Friday evening, asking them to note down everything Sam did that was ‘of her old character’ as she had worded it and bring the list along to the session for her to view.

Added to that list would be things she had said, ways she had acted, and also little observances on how much better she carried herself in general. She was able to detect when she needed to wipe her nose, she didn’t drool when she lost focus (which was also diminishing), and she began to carry herself in a much more confident manner. Also, she started to take an interest in things she had loved prior to getting ill. She was newly capable of picking out a CD to listen to and sitting down to digest it, and as Nadine noticed on the morning of her appointment with Tessa she had started to tap out bass lines on her legs with her hands. They were sitting in the huge ‘audio come photographic come mess around and play XBOX or Playstation games’ room round at Jeff and Suzie’s, sat with the man himself quietly watching Sam.

‘Is that a bass I see in the corner in amongst the rest of your guitars?’ said Nadine as she pointed.

‘So you’re thinking what I’m thinking huh?’ said Jeff, turning around from the computer desk and kicking himself back off the desk and across the room on the wheeled chair and grabbing the bass, wheeling himself back over to where Sam was sat cross legged on the floor and handing her the black and blue Ibanez bass.

‘Can you remember how good you were at playing one of these?’ he asked as she took it and held it in her hands for a while, looking down at it like she was trying to remember. She positioned her hand on the neck and began to pluck the strings with her thumb with a few notes here and there, reaching up and tweaking one of the machine heads to tune the string, and then doing the same with the next before playing a few more notes. And then came something beautiful, Sam playing bass properly for the first time in seven years.

‘Oh my god!’ She whispered, wheeling herself over to Jeff on the other computer chair and grabbing his arm tightly, looking at her sister playing the bass line of ‘New Orleans is a dying whore’ by Down perfectly. It was like she’d never gone away watching her sit there and play, especially when she made a mistake.

‘Ahhh crap I fucked up’ she muttered, waiting to the verse to end and play again from the start of the chorus, something which made Nadine almost cry. She got off her chair and shuffled over to Sam, who continued to play and then lose it again, making a frustrated noise and covering her face with her hands.

‘Nadine, I feel, I feel...........’ she began, thinking hard.

‘Take your time dude, we got all day to listen’ said Jeff, reaching down and taking the bass from her, resting it against the other chair.

‘I feel like, like I’ve been underneath something. Like a cloud. I feel................ it’s hard, really hard’ she said, shaking her head as Nadine felt tears run down her cheeks. It was the first proper sentence her sister had spoken to her in a very, very long time.

‘You know what happened to us don’t you? It made you sick Sam, but now, now we think you might be getting better’ said Nadine. Sam then reached out and pulled her long sleeve black t shirt over her hand to dry her tears, which only came more when she gave her a little shove in the chin with her fist like she always had.

‘I know. I know what he did, I just..........................I wasn’t there’ she said scratching her head.

‘I can’t, I can’t believe you’re just sitting here talking to me like normal!’ exclaimed Nadine, laughing through her tears.

‘I feel half normal, but still far away. Like you do when you dream, oooh Jeff gimmie one of those, thanks’ she said as he pulled out his cigarettes and handed one to her. Before she got ill she had been a 20 a day smoker, so it was like heaven for her to light one up again after so long.

‘Ohhhhhhh damn I missed this’ she said while exhaling, leaning back against the couch and smiling while Nadine just sat there and cried more, suddenly launching herself at Sam who opened her arms and caught her.

‘I got my Kiwi back’ she cried, hearing her sister laugh and feeling her hand stroke her back. And that evening when they took her in to see Tessa they sat in the waiting room for an hour while she was assessed, Maggie chewing her lip and Nadine texting Shannon who was at the tattoo shop late. An hour and forty minutes after she’d gone in Tessa emerged and walked over to them both.

‘She’s recovering, and from the astounding progress she’s made, I think she’s going to be fine’ she said, her voice breaking towards the end of her sentence, taking off her glasses and pinching her nose as she started to cry with happiness. It would seem that now Ken was gone, Sam knew it was okay to come back again; because that’s just what she’d done.
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