Chapter 8
Matt and I stood in the locker room, packing our
luggage. Actually Matt
was finished, I packed rather slowly, I just didn't
want our stay here
to end. I knew, once we were done, we would head to
the airport, and
find ourselves in another state, another city. I
caught myself in
wandering thought. (Hey, ) I thought to myself, (If
it were meant to be,
it'll work). I have spoken to Mick on many occasions
about how he does
it with Marla. He has a wonderful relationship, one
that I wish I could
have with a women, in time. Matt and Kitty were
talking in the doorway
Chawn , Road Dogg X-Pac and Laura passed by and told
us the match was
killer. I finished packing, zipped up my bag, stood
up and placed
my base-ball cap on. I sighed, yeah I sighed. Angel
walked up, I lowered
my eyes for a second. I swear she could read me all
over. I glanced up
and stared into her emeralds.
"Well hun, I guess this is it." She was on the verge
of tears. God
she was strong. I was fighting hard enough not to let
me eyes show
the extreme pain my heart was in. I shook my head,
extended me arms
and embraced her. She wrapped her arms around me and
we held each other
for long time. It was time to go.
"I never want to let this go, We are going to stay in
touch." I told her
sweetly.
I lifted her head, and wiped the single tear that
streamed down her face.
We kissed, it was the most innocent, warmest kiss that
I had ever
received.
In the following months we had seen each other three
times. It was a
wreck trying to get to one another, the long flights,
the two day
vacations for me. In that time, we experienced each
other in the
purest way. Not a fling, it was pure, almost a
religious experience.
I'm sure we made each other feel, like no one else
could make us feel.
The week after I last left her, I missed her already.
That night, I
received a phone call. It was Kitty. In a straight
forward way, she
ripped out my heart. It wasn't her fault. She said,
crying,
"Angel's dead."
I couldn't breathe. "Wha..what?"
She told me Angel went out that day to pick up some
art supplies for a
painting she was working very hard on for me, it was
supposed to be
a surprise. There was an accident three vehicles in
front of her.
One fo the occupant was an infant. Angel hadn't
hesitated to run
from her car and help the mother and baby. In the
second Angel had
handed the baby, to her mother, a half asleep semi
truck driver rammed
through the wreckage, and hit her. She died
instantly.
I hung up the phone.
"Oh God..no..no" I grabbed my hair and started
rocking back and forth.
I shook my head, I slumped into the wall and slide
down it in shock.
"No, it can't be true, no way." I shook my head more
violently, I stood
up and proceeded to fly into a blind rage. I
completely trashed the
room. During all the chaos, Matt ran in screaming,
the look of great
concern on his face, "Jeff, bro! What the hell is the
matter??" I grabbed
the phone and through it in his direction. The rage
continued for
another full ten minutes. I lay there in the middle
of the room,
I envisioned her face, smiling at me. I could almost
hear her say,
"We'll be together again soon."
On week later, I was in Chicago in a tag -team match
with the Dudley's.
I was about to perform my finisher, the Senton Bomb, I
stood there on
the turnbuckle, something felt amiss. I executed the
move, in a second,
I heard a crack, I blacked out for a few second, when
I came to, I couldn't
move, I had a hard time breathing. I started to
panic.
(Jeff always loved this move, mom hated it though) I
thought to
myself. As I watched him flip from the top turnbuckle
, everything
drew into slow motion. Jeff landed extremely wrong on
his neck, he
went limp instantly. I knew something was wrong, I
ran into the ring,
I kneeled next to him and started to yell and he
opened his eyes.
He was in trouble.
"Oh God, someone get a paramedic, now!! Jeff hey bro,
I love you, it'll
be alright, hang in there." I placed my hand on his
chest.
As I lay there, in no pain, I was dying. I blinked
and moved my eyes
to my right, I could see Matt he was screaming at
someone, he was
talking to me, but I couldn't hear the words. My
heart ached. People
surrounded me. Terri was crying. There was now a
buzzing noise in my
head...then like a classic peace of Mozart, the most
beautiful, calming
music rang. I saw the light. Her face smiled at me,
the way she only
could smile. "Jeffrey, it is time for us to be
together again, let's
go home."
I was lifted, in a split second, I stood next to her,
I glanced down
and saw my body, saw the people, my brother. I looked
at her again.
My Angel was bringing my to my paradise.
End
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