Post by Dawn Halliwell on Jun 24, 2018 19:59:53 GMT
Dawn knew her habits better than…almost anyone. It wasn’t hard to find which hotel room was booked under her name or the name she was using for the hotel room anyway. She could have gone back to the house but there had been a risk of running into Cals there. Even if Dawn knew Cals hated wrestling, she was fairly sure the other girl would have thrown a punch. Dawn didn’t want to fight, not when she knew what was coming.
Dawn had stood toe to toe with women scarier. Told people tougher to go fuck themselves on a chainsaw. She’d had no problem saying everything on her mind regardless of anyone else’s fucking business. So knocking on the hotel room door shouldn’t have been an issue.
She was Dawn motherfucking Halliwell.
She had told God to his fucking face she didn’t believe in him.
She’d put her mind and fucking soul on the line for her dad who might be dying.
So why was this so fucking hard?
She checked her phone again, making sure she was right about Vivienne being alone. She took a deep breath.
“Get your shit together.”
She knocked on the door three times and waited.
The door opened, Vivienne looked at her and then looked behind her as if expecting Freya or Spike or even God to be standing in the hallway before looking back at her.
That hurt in her former friend’s eyes felt like a punch in the gut.
“Hey.”
“What are you doing here?” Vivienne asked, trying to stand taller than she was, like she wasn’t kind of scared.
But Dawn knew her better than that. She knew the brave face.
“I…” Dawn didn’t have a good answer. She knew she had to. Knew time was running out where should or could make Vivienne understand.
But she had to. While she had time.
“You’re mad at me. You have every right to be. But—”
“Why? Why did you both do it? With in hours of each other.”
“I didn’t do it to be selfish. It wasn’t like I was mad at you. He’s my dad. With everything going on, I have to.”
“Why? Why do you have to? Why does supporting your dad mean betraying me?”
“I wasn’t…That’s not what it was.”
“What was it then? Explain it to me.”
“He’s my dad. He’s my family. You back your families play.”
“I could have been your family too.”
Dawn felt an ache in her chest. “Don’t fucking make this hard then it has to be, okay?”
Vivienne looked close to crying. “Why?”
“Fucking Christ. I didn’t do it to hurt you. You think I’d be here if I didn’t care a little?” Dawn sighed. “I made a choice. I decided to be the one of the kids he’s got to stand by his side regardless of the other fucking shit going on.”
“Is…Is something else going on?”
Dawn thought for a moment, explaining her fear. Of explaining that she knew what death smelled like on a parent. She knew Vivienne would understand that, empathize with that.
But that would seem manipulative given what she wanted to say next.
“There’s a war going on, Viv. You have to pick a side.”
“A side? Between Them and The Pack.”
“Between us and The Pack.”
“...You can't ask me that. Please don't ask me that.”
“Had to try.” Dawn sighed., shaking her head. “I have to get back.”
“Wait-”
“Sorry. Just…” Dawn walked backwards down the hall. “It’s not personal, okay? Not from me.”
Dawn had stood toe to toe with women scarier. Told people tougher to go fuck themselves on a chainsaw. She’d had no problem saying everything on her mind regardless of anyone else’s fucking business. So knocking on the hotel room door shouldn’t have been an issue.
She was Dawn motherfucking Halliwell.
She had told God to his fucking face she didn’t believe in him.
She’d put her mind and fucking soul on the line for her dad who might be dying.
So why was this so fucking hard?
She checked her phone again, making sure she was right about Vivienne being alone. She took a deep breath.
“Get your shit together.”
She knocked on the door three times and waited.
The door opened, Vivienne looked at her and then looked behind her as if expecting Freya or Spike or even God to be standing in the hallway before looking back at her.
That hurt in her former friend’s eyes felt like a punch in the gut.
“Hey.”
“What are you doing here?” Vivienne asked, trying to stand taller than she was, like she wasn’t kind of scared.
But Dawn knew her better than that. She knew the brave face.
“I…” Dawn didn’t have a good answer. She knew she had to. Knew time was running out where should or could make Vivienne understand.
But she had to. While she had time.
“You’re mad at me. You have every right to be. But—”
“Why? Why did you both do it? With in hours of each other.”
“I didn’t do it to be selfish. It wasn’t like I was mad at you. He’s my dad. With everything going on, I have to.”
“Why? Why do you have to? Why does supporting your dad mean betraying me?”
“I wasn’t…That’s not what it was.”
“What was it then? Explain it to me.”
“He’s my dad. He’s my family. You back your families play.”
“I could have been your family too.”
Dawn felt an ache in her chest. “Don’t fucking make this hard then it has to be, okay?”
Vivienne looked close to crying. “Why?”
“Fucking Christ. I didn’t do it to hurt you. You think I’d be here if I didn’t care a little?” Dawn sighed. “I made a choice. I decided to be the one of the kids he’s got to stand by his side regardless of the other fucking shit going on.”
“Is…Is something else going on?”
Dawn thought for a moment, explaining her fear. Of explaining that she knew what death smelled like on a parent. She knew Vivienne would understand that, empathize with that.
But that would seem manipulative given what she wanted to say next.
“There’s a war going on, Viv. You have to pick a side.”
“A side? Between Them and The Pack.”
“Between us and The Pack.”
“...You can't ask me that. Please don't ask me that.”
“Had to try.” Dawn sighed., shaking her head. “I have to get back.”
“Wait-”
“Sorry. Just…” Dawn walked backwards down the hall. “It’s not personal, okay? Not from me.”
“So that match last week? I did exactly what I fucking said I would do. I went after fucking Maxine. And how did that fucking end? What is happening this week? That bitch gets a fucking title shot. What kind of shit is that? We can just declare shit like that and get it?
That’s some shit to remember.
I have more important things on my mind. Speaking of…
Hello bitches.
My name is Dawn Motherfucking Halliwell.
Brining The Age of Gods home some more gold is what I’m here for. I don’t care what washed up has been crawls out of the wood work.
I don’t care who makes a ring return.
I don’t care the order we come out.
I don’t care who you swear to alligence to. Unless you take a motherfucking dear and swear allegence to The Age of Gods you’re on my shit list. I have no problem putting you all down to the mat. I might not have the career that some of you cunts do but I’m gonna put you all on notice.
This is a war. Pacifists and cowards are the first to go.
And you are all coawards. You’re either got my back or you’re my enemy.
That’s how wars work.
And anyone who tries to stop me from grabbing that gold is my goddamned enemy.
I said I was coming for Max, Brooklyn and Rowan. I still plan to do that. But God wants that belt to come home to us. I might not be drinking the koolaid as strong but I’d be lying seeing that title with my fucking name on it doesn’t sound pretty good.
So move aside. Get on your knees and pray.
Because nothing and no one is getting in my way.
ALL.
BLOODY.
HAIL."
Well howdy there pardner.