Post by chris on Apr 2, 2017 22:26:04 GMT
The night after his match against Mason Daniels was another sleepless night for Chris Andrew. His back was still in a world of pain after the bat shot that gave him the win via disqualification. Moving carefully, trying not to wake up his girlfriend, he stepped out of the bed. As soon as he stood up though, a stabbing pain shocked his body. He writhed in agony, doubling over and finding, luckily for him, a point of support in the nearby nightstand. The groan he let out although was enough to break Mandi's sleep. Turning the light on. she shook his head at the sight of Chris holding his lower back.
"What are you doing babe? You should be sleeping"
Chis answered with a trembling voice.
"I wish I could babe. The back is killing me."
She stood up, walking behind him and wrapping her arms around his chest, leaning gently against his body.
"Now you sit back and I'm bringing you something for the pain."
Arguing was futile. "I am so lucky I have you." He whispered, watching her standing in her underwear. With the sweetest smile, she skipped her way to the restroom, coming back shortly after with a box of pills and a glass of water. Chris dropped a couple of pills in his hand and brought it to his mouth, downing the glass of water right after.
"And now bring your ass back here" She said playfully.
Chris slowly turned. She really was a thing of beauty, but on top of it, she was also the sweetest girl he ever met. A rare gem.
"I just need some fresh air Mandi. I'll be there soon."
She smiled. He always hated lying to her. Sure those were always white lies, nothing big, just like this one. But she didn't deserve it. She was always ready to understand him, letting him do what he felt was right even if she didn't agree. And that was making it harder for him. Slowly he limped his way to the balcony, opening the sliding door. He slowly bent forward, leaning against the railing, watching the star filled sky above his head . It was a warm night in Honolulu, the sound of ukuleles was filling the air from the underlying restaurant. A silly thought crossed his mind as he watched the two pills, still in his hand. Wouldn't it be funny if I toss them in someone's drink? Just like when I was a kid.
A kid. A couple of years a go. Another life.
Shaking his head, he dropped the painkillers on the sidewalk, carefully avoiding the restaurant's tables.
"What are you doing babe? You should be sleeping"
Chis answered with a trembling voice.
"I wish I could babe. The back is killing me."
She stood up, walking behind him and wrapping her arms around his chest, leaning gently against his body.
"Now you sit back and I'm bringing you something for the pain."
Arguing was futile. "I am so lucky I have you." He whispered, watching her standing in her underwear. With the sweetest smile, she skipped her way to the restroom, coming back shortly after with a box of pills and a glass of water. Chris dropped a couple of pills in his hand and brought it to his mouth, downing the glass of water right after.
"And now bring your ass back here" She said playfully.
Chris slowly turned. She really was a thing of beauty, but on top of it, she was also the sweetest girl he ever met. A rare gem.
"I just need some fresh air Mandi. I'll be there soon."
She smiled. He always hated lying to her. Sure those were always white lies, nothing big, just like this one. But she didn't deserve it. She was always ready to understand him, letting him do what he felt was right even if she didn't agree. And that was making it harder for him. Slowly he limped his way to the balcony, opening the sliding door. He slowly bent forward, leaning against the railing, watching the star filled sky above his head . It was a warm night in Honolulu, the sound of ukuleles was filling the air from the underlying restaurant. A silly thought crossed his mind as he watched the two pills, still in his hand. Wouldn't it be funny if I toss them in someone's drink? Just like when I was a kid.
A kid. A couple of years a go. Another life.
Shaking his head, he dropped the painkillers on the sidewalk, carefully avoiding the restaurant's tables.