Post by Steven Luke on Nov 20, 2010 12:43:51 GMT -6
I was laying in bed staring at the ceiling. It was early in the morning the night after the big party celebrating what Zelda did for Charlie. I was feeling a little guilty about not stopping Zelda sooner from eating all those Jello Shots. She is after all, still just a girl who doesn't know better. We got her home though and really if Falcon would have manned up and stood by his woman then maybe this never would have happened. I only half believe that though as I still feel partly responsible for what will probably be her first ever hang over when she wakes up this morning.
I need to clear my head of the events of the night before so I roll to my side and stare at my beautiful wife sleeping next to me. It's been a long time since shes had the opportunity to come out on the road with me, even if it is just for one or two nights and she seems to be enjoying it as she never sleeps in like this. I stare at her sleeping face and think about how much better she has made my life. I think about how well she is taking care of our kids. I just stare at the love of my life, until my concentration is broken from a small sound from the other side of the room.
I slowly roll over so I don't wake Tracy, but I am on high alert. I turn to my other side and I see an envelop has been slide under my door much like the two others I received about two weeks ago. I get up as quick as I can without disturbing my sleeping wife and I move quickly to the door.
I pass over the envelop as I open the door and step into the hall in my boxers and wife beater and look up and down the hall. I think I see someone slip around the corner so I job down the hall to try and catch up. I turn the corner though and no ones there. I'm confused now and I have no clue where he could have gone. I scratch my head and turn around and walk slowly back to my room. This time I turn the corner to find someone standing in the middle of the hall. He quickly takes my picture and ducks back into his hotel room. I rub my eyes from the flash and all I can think is that this picture is going to be all over the internet.
When I make it back to my room I just scratch my head. Was this really the same as whatever that was two weeks ago or was it just some lure from the paparazzi? There was only one way to find out. I picked up the letter that was laying there in the doorway and I examined the letter from front to back. It sure looks the same as the others. The writing of my name on the front appears to be made from the same hand. It's interesting and I am about to actually open this one when my wife stirs and says to me.
"What's wrong hun?"
"Nothing, just thought I heard something."
"What was it?"
"Paparazzi I think. They got a picture of me like this."
"Then they did there job right didn't they. Ignore it and come back to bed."
I smile at her and she rolls back over. I can't ignore it now though and I open the letter as quietly as I can. There in front of me lies nothing but script. I looks closely at the hand writing to see if I recognize it, but nothing sticks out. I then look to the bottom to see if it's signed, but there's nothing there. So I read it and now I'm sure it's the same person.
I shake my head because I don't understand it. The first letter was similar but there was also something trying to help me. This one is just a shot at me trying to bring me down. I never opened the second one so I'll never know if that one went along the same lines. If all this is is someone trying to throw me off my game, it's working.
I need to clear my head of the events of the night before so I roll to my side and stare at my beautiful wife sleeping next to me. It's been a long time since shes had the opportunity to come out on the road with me, even if it is just for one or two nights and she seems to be enjoying it as she never sleeps in like this. I stare at her sleeping face and think about how much better she has made my life. I think about how well she is taking care of our kids. I just stare at the love of my life, until my concentration is broken from a small sound from the other side of the room.
I slowly roll over so I don't wake Tracy, but I am on high alert. I turn to my other side and I see an envelop has been slide under my door much like the two others I received about two weeks ago. I get up as quick as I can without disturbing my sleeping wife and I move quickly to the door.
I pass over the envelop as I open the door and step into the hall in my boxers and wife beater and look up and down the hall. I think I see someone slip around the corner so I job down the hall to try and catch up. I turn the corner though and no ones there. I'm confused now and I have no clue where he could have gone. I scratch my head and turn around and walk slowly back to my room. This time I turn the corner to find someone standing in the middle of the hall. He quickly takes my picture and ducks back into his hotel room. I rub my eyes from the flash and all I can think is that this picture is going to be all over the internet.
When I make it back to my room I just scratch my head. Was this really the same as whatever that was two weeks ago or was it just some lure from the paparazzi? There was only one way to find out. I picked up the letter that was laying there in the doorway and I examined the letter from front to back. It sure looks the same as the others. The writing of my name on the front appears to be made from the same hand. It's interesting and I am about to actually open this one when my wife stirs and says to me.
"What's wrong hun?"
"Nothing, just thought I heard something."
"What was it?"
"Paparazzi I think. They got a picture of me like this."
"Then they did there job right didn't they. Ignore it and come back to bed."
I smile at her and she rolls back over. I can't ignore it now though and I open the letter as quietly as I can. There in front of me lies nothing but script. I looks closely at the hand writing to see if I recognize it, but nothing sticks out. I then look to the bottom to see if it's signed, but there's nothing there. So I read it and now I'm sure it's the same person.
You cannot beat him. He is just like you, only he believes in something that drives him to victory. What do you believe in now Venom? Other then yourself of course. You cannot beat him, because you're to busy beating yourself.
I shake my head because I don't understand it. The first letter was similar but there was also something trying to help me. This one is just a shot at me trying to bring me down. I never opened the second one so I'll never know if that one went along the same lines. If all this is is someone trying to throw me off my game, it's working.