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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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‘You stink of garlic, badly’

‘Well you stink of anchovies, that’s so much worse!’

‘It ain’t stopped you kissing me so far though has it?’

‘And neither has my garlic smell, so shut up’

‘Alright, but you still smell like a French dude’s armpit’

‘SHANNON! That’s gross!’

‘I know, now come here and gimmie a kiss stinky’ he replied, folding his arms around her as they lay side by side on the couch. It had now been six weeks since they began dating, and Nadine really couldn’t remember a happier time with a boyfriend before now. He was just amazing; he was funny and crazy but also caring and very sweet, and still the large quantities of sex they shared still hadn’t diminished either. She still walked slightly awkwardly after a night (or day) of none stop sex. But the thing that made her the most pleased was that he had her beautiful, treasured sisters’ approval. Sam loved him.

‘Awwwww, look at her’ said Shannon once they had stopped kissing, pointing over to the armchair across the lounge where Sam was all curled up asleep in her pyjamas.

‘I knew she’d flake sooner or later, it’s been a busy day for her’ she replied, looking on at her sister affectionately. She was glad she’d had the foresight to bundle her off up the stairs to change into her pyjamas before they ate pizza that evening, Sam could be very difficult and sometimes lash out if she was disturbed from sleep, especially when it was only to change her clothes. Shannon had been busy at work that morning, but got out at just after midday and gone straight home to meet Nadine and Sam, who he took out for lunch before bringing them back to his to meet the rest of the group, all who Sam seemed to like from the word go too which was good as sometimes she could get scared around new people. But the apple of her eye from the moment she met him was the younger of the brothers Hardy, and she spend most of the day by his side, something he really didn’t mind at all.

When he and Suzie accompanied them on a dog walk through the forest near to the trailer park Nadine and Sam lived in Jeff held her hand throughout the duration, picking her up and carrying her if they needed to cross a stream, pointing out things to her as they walked and watching her nod and comprehend what he told her about as much as she could. And when they had arrived back at Shannon’s place he had tirelessly walked around the pool with her holding her hands and trying to get her to swim, showing unwavering patience as time after time she would freak out once the water got too deep for her to put her feet down until she finally felt brave enough to lift them off the bottom.

‘DON’T LET GO! DON’T LET GO!’ She shouted as Jeff walked backwards, holding her hands tight.

‘I won’t let go baby cakes I promise, c’mon lift those little legs and swim! I know you can!’ he encouraged watching her kick her feet up and begin to swim along.

‘NADINE LOOK AT MEEEEEEE!’ she the shouted with mirth as she started to swim along, her sister watching from the side with Shannon and cheering her on.

‘Who’s my clever princess then?’ she said.

‘ME! ME! ME!’ said Sam, still swimming along with Jeff’s help. She loved having Sam there with her, especially to stay too as sometimes she just lay awake at night and worried endlessly about what her father might decide to do to her. He had his set days to violate his youngest, and she would always be home to suffer it on Tuesdays and Thursdays so Sam wouldn’t have to, but when she wasn’t there she did panic that she was scared and alone after being raped by their father. She almost felt guilty spending time staying at Shannon’s, having the kind of life her sister should be having too if it hadn’t been denied to her by the severe trauma she had never come around from.

But watching her get carried up the stairs to bed by her boyfriend as she followed behind, Nadine knew that at least for tonight she would sleep soundly and safely. Once he had lay her down she covered her still sleeping body with the duvet and tucked her teddy bear which she retrieved from her bag by the bed under her arm, kissed her hair and whispered goodnight before leaving quietly, going back downstairs and starting to tell Shannon how her sister had been once upon a time.

‘She was just the most amazing big sister in the world, and she still is even though it’s me who takes care of her now. I remember when I was being bullied at school by the other kids and she flushed this one boys head down the toilet! And if I’d ever fell over and hurt myself she’d patch me up again and make sure I was okay, hug me and stroke my head while I cried. She was always just so full of life too, had so much empathy for everything and everyone, and really loved her music’ Nadine began as Shannon just sat back and nodded, listening intently.

‘She had such an amazing life that was just beginning until she got sick. She used to play in a local band, I don’t know if you ever heard of them but she was the bassist for Funk Assassin, they did really funky, and sometimes jazz inspired metal. I still listen to their stuff even though after she got ill they disbanded’ said Nadine, suddenly frowning as she saw the look on Shannon’s face. ‘What?’ she asked.

‘I’ve met your sister before, when she was well. SHIT! She’s..............she looks............ oh god I remember her clear as day now!’ he said, looking really shell shocked.

‘You know Sam?’ Nadine asked in disbelief.

‘No I don’t know her but I sat talking to her for fucking ages one time after one of their gigs, wait there’ he said, throwing himself up off the couch and leaving the room, returning ten minutes later with a dusty black photograph album in his hands.

‘I got a couple of pics with her somewhere in here’ he said as he began to search the pages at speed. He had always remembered that night because it was the same night he had met a new girlfriend at the time, and sat with her talking to Sam after the gig when she’d been packing her equipment away. His searching stopped when he found the two photo’s he was looking for, one of him and Sam sat side by side with an arm draped around each other’s shoulders, and another with the girl he had met that night.

‘She looks about a million miles away from how she used to, and she didn’t introduce herself to me as Sam either so that’s why I didn’t recognise who she was at first. She called herself Kiwi’ he said, watching Nadine look down at the picture of how she would always remember her sister. The gorgeous girl, who dressed like a female Kurt Cobain, loved to play bass and make new friends, and drink copious amounts of Corona even though she was underage.

‘Kiwi is her nickname, she’s had it ever since she was seventeen years old and got so stoned she ate a can of Kiwi shoe polish. Turns out mamma took it out of the tin to dry off after knocking it into the sink when she was cleaning her brown boots, and when Sam and her friends got back after an evening of getting stoned at her friend Dean’s place she was so high she thought it was a brownie and ate it. I still remember her sat on a stool in the trailer mumbling ‘this is a fucking funny tasting brownie I got here’ while she was looking at it, and everyone was laughing so hard we couldn’t get the words out to tell her it was shoe polish!’ Said Nadine as Shannon roared laughing, tears prickling his eyes.

‘Oh god! If she was well enough to understand it I’d have so much fun ripping it out of her for doing that!’ he said, still laughing hard as Nadine looked back at the picture.

‘She was amazing’ she said, suddenly very sad.

‘Awwww babe, come here’ he said, pulling her into a hug. ‘It must be weird, remembering how she was and comparing it to how she is now. When I met her I just remember how full of energy she was, but at the same time she was so quiet and softly spoken, and how much of a good bassist she was! I’ve never seen anyone be able to play slap bass that well at whatever age she was there’ said Shannon, pointing down at the pictures.

‘Well, that little dressing just over her hip was when she had four pink stars tattooed there on her nineteenth birthday, and I remember her playing a gig a day after too so that’s when it would have been. It was only about five months after these pictures were taken that she got sick’ said Nadine, leaning back into his embrace and wiping a tear that fell from her eye.

‘I wonder if sometimes she’ll come back to us, be like she was before. I really miss her; I know she’s still Sam but................... It’s hard seeing her like this, even after all this time I still struggle to get used to it’ she continued.

‘So is it definite that she’ll never get better?’ asked Shannon, stroking her back up and down with his hand comfortingly.

‘It’s a probably. People who had suffered trauma as severe as this usually never come back out of it, and even though Tessa told me of some cases where they do she always instils it in me that this is how she’s likely to be for the rest of her life. But as each day passes, I still hold hope that one day, somehow, she’ll recover’ said Nadine, closing the photo album and placing it next to her on the couch.

‘Don’t ever give that hope up baby, because you never know. One day it might happen, but if it doesn’t then just remember one thing- you give her a very happy life right now, she’s so loved and so well looked after’ he said, covering his mouth as he yawned. It wasn’t just Sam who had had a long day, his had started at 5.30am with a three hour workout before going into work to start the first session on his friend Amber’s new tattoo on her thigh at 9am and working right up until he left to go and meet the girls.

‘And she always will be too’ she replied, kissing his cheek and then resting her head against his shoulder, her mind starting to turn once again into what the future would hold for them both. Nadine knew she was being kept a virtual prisoner by her father, not allowed to move out and even if she were she couldn’t, couldn’t leave Sam on her own like that, having to be home on specific days to take the abuse she had suffered for six years, the threat of her throat being slit in her sleep if she told anyone making her too terrified to run away, the way any man she had ever cared about she had lost because of him.

She didn’t want to lose Shannon too, but saw that she had very little choice in it. She either had to find a way to let herself out of it, try and jump over the huge hurdle that was a fear for her life from preventing her telling anyone, try and forge a normal life for herself or lose him and be forever snared in her evil father’s clutches.

She could feel herself starting to get stuck, like an invisible glue starting to harden around her predicament, because the way she felt when she was with him she knew it was something she couldn’t lose, it would drive her into an even deeper sadness than being raped twice a week did. She was confused, and glad when Shannon suggested they go to bed, as once she was up there lying on top of him as they kissed, his arms enveloping her nakedness as he grumbled happily deep in his throat, everything just flew out of her head and the only thing that mattered was that moment in time.
But still, those thoughts burned through her mind again as they continued to kiss, because with each day that had passed recently Nadine had felt something starting to well up in her that she recognised as only one thing.

She loved him, but was too scared to say it, to admit it to him because then it would be real, and she’d have to face the prospect of losing the man she loved. So now she had two things she needed to tell him, but she just didn’t know how to go about it, what to do or say, if he’d back off if she confessed something so big only six weeks into their relationship, if he’d still be around long enough after to hear the other secret she kept from him. He could feel something off as he kissed her, sensing she wasn’t 100% focused on what was going on between them, so pulled his mouth from hers and cupped her face in his hands.

‘Hey, what’s wrong? You still thinking about Sam?’ he asked softly, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. She was silent for a few moments as she looked down at him, a small frown creasing his forehead, and the words started to come out in bits before she could even make sense of them in her own head.

‘I-I have something to tell you, but I’m scared to say it’ she said, stroking his face back.

‘Don’t be scared, just say what you need to say’ he said, reaching up and kissing the tip of her nose, even though he had already guessed what it was.

‘I c-can’t, I don’t want you to run for the hills or think it’s too much after only a month and a half’ said Nadine, her eyes big and almost fawn like, silver irises sparkling at him through the dim light.

‘Yes you can. Say it and I’ll say it back’ he said, smiling at her.

‘I love you’ she whispered.

‘I love you too’ he replied, smile bursting wide as he said what he had felt inside for a while, watching her face also break out into happiness as she hugged him tightly. It stirred so many emotions within her she took a deep breath and steeled herself not to cry, so many juxtaposes bashing off each other in her mind, so much fear and joy at the same time, she needed to lose herself so just closed her eyes and lost herself in him as he turned her over onto her back, rolling on top of her and covering her body in kisses, whispering ‘I love you’ to her over and over as his hands stroked her arms, her face, her stomach, her breasts, her back, her legs, until she was drowning in him and once again, nothing but that mattered.

Two hours later, with the man she loved lying with his head on her chest sleeping soundly after he had exhausted himself but not her into sleep after an hour of sex, Nadine sat and looked at him while he slept curled up next to her. For someone so huge and manly he looked so sweet and angelic when he slept, still so handsome but also something she could only describe as a certain prettiness that just glowed off him, and she could stay awake for hours and just look at him. But that night she wasn’t awake just sit and study his features in quiet awe, she couldn’t drift off to sleep at all because of everything going on in her head.

It felt like there was a small war going on inside her skull, thoughts conflicting and progressing one after one. ‘What am I going to do? I love him, this is real, and I can’t lose him. I can’t let dad ruin our lives forever, but I’m so scared of him. It has to end one way or another, I have to tell Shannon somehow, but I’m so frightened.........’ where just a small collection of the thoughts racing around her mind.

Gently pushing him over onto his back Nadine slipped out from underneath him and got up out of bed, checking he was still asleep and kissing his forehead before letting herself out of the bedroom and walking down the hall until she got to where Sam was sleeping in the guest room. She opened the door softly and crept in, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to stroke her soft dark blonde hair, highlighted from the sun.

‘I have to make this stop Sam; we can’t go on like this. And I know it’s my fault, if I wasn’t so scared of what he’d do to us if I did tell. I just don’t know what to do, you were the only person I could tell anything to and you’d fix it, I wish you could come back, I miss you so much. This is so hard to do on my own’ she said, tears sliding from her cheeks as she lay down next to her sister and hugged her gently. She stayed only for a few minutes before leaving as silently as she had entered and going back to cuddle up to the man the fortune teller had said would save her. Day by day she was starting to believe that what the only lady had shared with her all those was possibly the biggest truth she’d ever been told.
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