tired of bending to your wishes without even so much as a consideration to my feelings.”
“You know this business, Emma,” Derek stressed. “You know how hard it can be on relationships. Just look at what happened to mom and dad.”
“What happened to mom may not have had anything to do with wrestling or dad. Even if our lives had been different she might have still disappeared. I for one am tired of spending my life living in fear of what might happen. It’s time I live for today.”
“So I have no say in this?”
She took a deep, calming breath then reached for his hand. “No, you have no say in this. You’ve always been there for me. You’ve always protected me, but you can’t keep treating me like some fragile doll. I won’t have it.”
Knowing what she was about to say would change their relationship forever, she tightened her grip. “I’ve loved you and Bryan more than anyone else in my life and I still do, but I’m warning both of you…stay out of my love life.”
* * *
With a bottle of Ginger ale in hand Emma stepped out of catering and headed for the staging area. Ever since the showdown with her brother two weeks ago she’d been feeling ill and today seemed to be no different.
Over the last two days both Holt and Marissa had mentioned that she seemed to be loosing weight. The fact was she had lost about five pounds from lack of appetite alone. She knew Holt was starting to worry, but there was little she could do to reassure him. With the chaos now taking place in her life all she could do was hold on and pray the ride would end soon.
The sound of raised voices had Emma quickening her pace and her stomach dropped at the sight in front of her. There, in front of the cameras Holt and Derek were going at it like two wild dogs.
Groaning she took off at a run and barely managed to sneak between the men before they came to blows. “Stop it!” she shouted at them both. “Enough.”
“Emma, tell your brother to mind his own business,” Holt ordered. The anger in his eyes appeared very real and she wondered if this promo, like so many of the others had spilled over into real life.
“You tell your boyfriend he needs to remember who is in charge around here.” Derek shot back. Being one of the main superstars in the industry, Derek held a position of authority in the locker room. It was a position some one like Holt rebelled against.
“For the love of God, I am begging you to stop this.” Emma screamed as her blood pressure surged. “Both of y-” Her word ended in a gasp as pain flared in her abdomen and she doubled over.
“Emma?” Holt’s concerned voice pierced the through the haze of pain clouding her brain. “What’s wrong?”
“My stomach,” she managed to gasp. The next thing she knew he’d scooped her into his arms.
“Somebody find Doctor Andrews and tell him to meet us in medical,” Derek called as he cleared a path in front of them. Within minutes Holt was placing her on the padded table. He brushed the hair from her face. “Any better?”
She gave small nod. The stabbing pain had slid into a dull ache, but at least she could breathe now.
“Doctor Andrews will be here in a minute,” Derek said as he walked through the door. The concern in his face nearly made Emma cry. How could the two men she loved hate each other so much? “You don’t look well. You haven’t looked well the past few days.”
“I’m sure it’s just a stomach bug or something like that,” she tried to reassure him even as another wave of nausea crashed over her.
“She was fine until you wormed your way into her life.” Derek glared across her at Holt.
“Me?” Holt angled a finger at himself. “How do you know this isn’t caused by something you did?”
“Out!” Dr. Andrews shouted from the doorway. “You two want to rip each other to shreds, fine, but you’re not going to do it here. Out. Both of
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