Post by Kevin Hardaway on Aug 20, 2009 23:21:49 GMT -6
The scene outside is of the Mississippi Coast Coliseum in Biloxi, Mississippi. All you can hear though is the sound of the crickets chirping though, as it appears to be pretty late. We're not sure of the time though as the camera keeps it's eye viewed on the stadium, the lights flashing up "nCw Friday Night Suspense, 6:30 PM EST" on it's little LED thing as the orange lights that surround the parking lot beams on it. Mostly empty, give or take with the exception of one car. Someone's sitting on the back hood of it as well. At first, the camera is shaky about whether to go up to it or not to see who the hell it is. Could be a stranger, it could be a nCw superstar, who the hell knows. But that's when the random person waves his hand over and yells out "It's ok...it's me.". Ok then. The camera walks up to see Kevin Hardaway sitting on the back hood, water bottle in his hand as he takes a drink out of it, coughing at times.
I would like to admit something here right now. Something that shouldn't be a shock to most people. You reach a point in your life where so much stuff happens around you that you can't avoid it, like a plague of some sort. I mean by everything, not just certain people who i'm dealing with right now. You try to move away, deal with it straight out, but once you think you got everything squared away with, it keeps coming in droves, like a rain storm. And it gets you soaked so badly, that you just want to sit around and not dry off because you know once you get up, you're just going to get dumped on again with rain. There's no point into getting up. There's no point of getting out of bed every morning because you know it's just going to keep raining.
He unzips his hoodie and removes the hood revealing his face. Hard stubble on his cheeks, eyes as red as the pits of Hell. He just doesn't have a interest in anything right now.
I don't have any more confidence left inside of me no matter how much I try to. Not just of what happened, but lately in general. I have a wife and a beautiful baby daughter and even that can't make me get up in the morning like I used to. There was no point in getting up. No phone ringing for me, no luck of anybody trying to communicate with me. You feel empty in this world. Things, places, and people can treat you like you were a fly to a bug zapper.
He sighs though and looks up into the night time sky. You can barely see up there, it just looks like black, dark space. But the moon is out, and he's pretty sure he can see the stars up in the sky.
There's a huge difference in this world. A huge difference between two things. A want...and a need. When you want something in this world, you don't need it like you need air to breathe or a heart to live. But you want something like a watch, you don't need a watch if you don't want one. You don't need a watch to survive. But there's a HUGE difference. The reason i'm rambling on about this is because, quite frankly, Brad Kane...you WANT to win this match. You WANT to finally end what has been brewing up in this business for the past two and a half years, ever since you beat me in the middle of an XHF ring the very first time for the United States Championship. A match where, and i'll be honest here, I wasn't thinking about. You won because I was dealing with problems that made me not even think about wrestling. I wasn't even focused and you put that to your advantage, so good for you. But back to the matter at hand. You WANT to win this match so we can finally end this so I have to shake your hand. You want that.
You see though...I NEED this. I NEED to beat you in the middle of that ring this coming Friday. I'm not going to sit here and yell, kick, and scream about any ego or any problems that might come up. I'm done yelling. My voice is sore as hell from yelling to you so much. I'm done being angry for no apparent reason, because I can see that you're not even angry one bit. Somehow you're confident in all of this, and you have me at what appears to be my weakest point. Somehow I believe that you're just going to walk all over me and you're finally going to shut me up once and for all. If you want me to shut up, fine. Hell, my brain didn’t even want to do this match. But my heart did. That part of my heart that is still crushed after being pinned at Night of Champions. I know I didn’t have a chance in hell at WCF, because...well, it’s WCF. You know that story. But hear me out right here...I need this like you wouldn't believe, man. I NEED to win this match, and I need to pin your shoulders to the mat.
Because I need to prove to everybody out there, not only in the nCw, but in this entire company, that i'm not the martyr that everybody thinks I am. To prove to myself that i'm actually better than you. Even though I only hold ONE victory over you in my entire career, I still believe that I should be the better man in all of this. Because that one victory over you was because of my hope and my self-confidence. Every victory you have over me was because I was either apathetic at the time or I was just a dartboard. But when you got me in my prime, somehow things were a little different. Don't bring up what stupid angle we did during that because it was meaningless compared to my victory over you. I can pretty much say that in my entire career, even though we share about as much hate as a thousand white suns...I can consider beating you the greatest victory I have ever had a chance of in my career, bar none.
He wipes whatever it is from his eyes. Stuff in his eye. It happens when you don't get sleep in awhile.
And I NEED that again. Now granted, you've gotten more chances than I have, you've earned more titles than I have. It doesn't matter. I don't care about any of that. If and when I beat you and you're forced to shake my hand, I can finally put a period at the end of our paragraph we call a feud. I can crawl into my bed that same night, pull Angie close to me, kiss her goodnight and tell her that my demons are gone. No more worrying about my health, no more nightmares. That's right, i've been having nightmares about this. Call me crazy and stupid, but demons are a hard thing to get over. You know that just as well as I do. I can kiss Angie goodnight and go to sleep peacefully. And I can have the next morning be a beautiful day, I can stretch and finally get out of bed and kiss my daughter good morning too.
There's a difference between a WANT...and a NEED. I need to win, Jack. It doesn't matter if you win or lose. That's why you WANT to win this match. Because no matter if you win or if you lose...you get to go home, to your family, and kiss them goodnight. No matter what, the sun will come up for you. You just want to win this so you can end it and move on. I can't lose this match. I can't have my demons come back to haunt me anymore. I'm sick and tired of having them come across my crosshairs every single day. I can't eat, I can't sleep. All of my luck and my confidence are on this Friday, once that bell rings. It's kill or be killed for me. I need to show everybody that I deserved every accomplishment that I have earned in my career, to not have an asterisk beside my name just because some people think i'm a little primadonna.
I'm at that point where I don't care enough for this sport like I should have. Where I don't care enough for my wife and my kid. Lately, all i've been hearing is my wife crying, wanting the demons to pass so she can get her husband back into this world. She wants her husband back home where he belongs. I don't mean back home where I live...but back to reality. Everything right now is my curse. This is not fun. I hate it, I want it to go away. You don't know how much I need this, Jack. You don't. You can call me "emo" or you can tell how much i'm whining right now, I don't care. Go back to your little bubble when all of this is finally said and done. I don't care, man.
I said before I beat you in that very ring that we are "one and the same". Remember that? It's not true anymore. We couldn't be more different than what we tried now. You, you have the rich and promising career, you're winning titles, you have a loving wife, a wonderful family, a great home. Me, my body is crippled to the point of no return. I have a wife and a kid, but you know about that story. I can barely pay to keep my house, I can barely pay to keep a job in the state of the world today. That's why I NEED this match. So I can move on and figure out that maybe after all, things will be okay. That things will finally be justified once the referee counts to three and you have to shake my hand in the middle of that ring. And i'll have my peace, for all of the things I may have done.
And that's all I have to say. You are my little brother, because I came here before you did. I was never your big brother.
I love you.
--
Baltimore, Maryland. Night time. This time, we see a different house than what we're used to seeing as a familar car comes driving up it's driveway. Once it stops, a familar woman comes out of the car. Angie Hardaway. Appears that this house is only a rental. It's nothing big, little small. But for a family of three, they'll manage for a few days. But it's when she goes inside to what she sees. Her husband, out of bed for a change, cleaning up around the house apparently. She sets the grocery bags down on the kitchen table and goes back in the other room to see him picking up things.
"Ah, I wanted it to be a surprise."
"What are you doing?"
"Cleaning up around the house."
He ends up putting a dust rag in his back pocket. Something he picked up from his father for no reason whatsoever. She is just in complete bewilderment and shock. Like she has no idea what to say.
"You...cleaning? Now i've seen everything."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, nothing. It's just weird seeing my husband who never really does a thing around here cleaning up around the house. It's just...nice, that's all."
"I do things around here. I cook for us, I'm there for you when you're sick, and I take care of our daughter, am I correct or I am just lying?"
As he's saying this, he's putting the groceries away. Either trying to make up for things or actually helping. In her case, she knows it's the former doing business around here.
"You haven't done anything lately to be honest. All you do is just sit around, lay around, watching TV, and stuffing your face with food. Not the person I married one single bit. You've been a different person lately, not the person I love the past few weeks."
"If you had a problem with it, why didn't you just tell me instead of letting me lay there like a couch potato?"
"Because I was dealing with our daughter. It's not my damn fault that she keeps crying every single hour, ok? She's not even one yet. It's not like she can just learn how to eat and go to the bathroom before she turns one."
"I learned my ABC's and 123's from Sesame Street when I was about two and a half. How I learned to count...I counted the stairs in my old house every single day."
Insert foot into mouth.....NOW! He realizes this every single bit as that little person in his head is kicking his own head in right now over that comment. Not the right time to become a smartass.
"But she's not you, ok. She isn't. You may be her father, but you're sure as hell not the spitting image of her."
And here we go...he shouldn't of said anything. Just left it alone. Hell, he should've stayed in bed before she came home. Least there wouldn't be complaining on the other end.
"See, here we go. I try to do a nice thing for a change and I still get my head ripped off. I get out of bed for the first time in forever for a couple weeks, but I realize that I should've just stayed in bed in the first place. It wasn't worth it."
"Don't give me that. I know the very reason why you're doing this."
"So you know...big whoop."
"I heard what you said to him. You said to the entire world about what i'm going through, what your daughter is going through. She's crying because she misses her father. And i'm crying because I miss you."
"Well here I am."
Like DEFCON 4...now.
"THAT'S NOT THE ****ING POINT!"
"I don't get it."
How does he not get that? Wait...women.
"I miss...YOU. The real you. The "you" that would take care of me when I was sick. The "you" that would laugh at every single corny joke I would make. The "you" that suffered and went through hell and back just to be with me. The person who was against this idea that the father of our daughter was the person who is meeting you in that ring on Sunday, but decided to go through with it just for business. It's all his damn fault. You're acting like some kind of sad, pathetic loser just because of one person who decided to try and ruin you. He tried, and you fell into it's suffering. All you had to do was just walk away, not go into this 6 month long grudge. And you did it anyway, not once thinking about me, our daughter, our family. All you did was think about yourself. Brad was right...you DO have an ego."
Now she should insert her foot into her own mouth as well. Over the months, that's all he heard from everybody. That he has an ego the size of Texas. He will admit, he has one. But it's not as big as any state. He can just let things get to his head way too easy. But those words she just said. She agreed with somebody who he can't stand at this point. That's near death. Apparently he thinks that, as he grabs the keys and tries to head on outside.
"Where you going?"
"I don't need this one bit."
"Don't you walk out on this, Kevin. Please."
"Why not? You're yelling at me like I did something wrong and when I just want to get away from it all, you try and ask nicely for me to come back? You're just like him."
And with the driving force of women across the world, she slaps him as hard as he can across the face as he holds his cheek in pain, it turning into a bright red. In his head, a ton of thoughts are boggling into his head. He could retilate and slap her back, but instead of becoming the next Chris Brown or something even worse, he keeps on walking. Outside she follows him though as the night time sky has opened up the clouds, raining just enough to soak them lightly.
"I should just leave...for good. Because i'm not dealing with somebody who has the nerve to do that. Never in my life am I going to succumb to something like that."
"Then leave...just go. But just know that when you come back home, we won't even be here. You're going to be all alone. Your demons may be gone by that time, but you'll have new demons to look forward to. One that will never go away no matter how much you try to deal with them. You're going to be alone in this house, dealing with everything yourself. Your daughter is going to grow up not even knowing who her real father is. Just like in your other world."
He stops now. Hearing those words, it feels like a dagger just stabbed him. He could've cared less about her all he wanted to, but he wasn't going to lose his daughter. Not now, not ever. He wasn't going to stop caring about her daughter one simple bit at all. He turns around to face his wife in the pouring down rain now.
"You know...I could've walked away from all of this. Not this moment, but in general. I could've just walked away like you said and not dealt with a stupid little grudge. But that wasn't my style. It wasn't me. I had to deal with it. I was just in too deep to get out of everything so I went down the road head on straight. I dealt with all of my problems that way. You can't deal with it by other means, you have to deal with problems cold turkey. And that's what I did. Do I regret some of the things I did then? Of course. But everything that comes up must come down. And it was better sooner rather than later."
She starts to walk closer to her husband, seeing the red mark that she left on his cheek as she wipes away the rain from her head and the hair away from her eyes. It's confusing to tell on whether or not she's crying due to the rain coming down like a torrential downpour. Kind of sets a mood in a creepy tone.
"I just want you back, that's all. Not for my sake. Not for Kimmy's sake. But for you. I want you to feel better. I want your demons to be released once and for all. You're not healthy, Kev. I can hear you awake at night. I can hear the pain and the torture inside. It makes me cry as well. I can tell you that it makes Kimmy cry as well. She hasn't stopped crying because she knows you're not safe either. She somehow sees this too, and she's only a baby. That's how bad it is."
He thinks back to last night, the words he said on top of his car to his opponent. The difference of want and need. The difference of those two words being what he needs in life. He just wonders if she saw any of it whatsoever.
"Did you watch all of what I said last night?"
"Most of it."
"Did you hear ALL of it?"
"Not really."
He walks up closer to her and carefully wipes away her hair again. Now she is crying as she wipes it away from her eyes. He seems to have a couple tears down his face as well.
"There's a difference between a want and a need. You know and I know that we need this, honey. I hate to retread on old things, but you need to know what I said. I need this more than anything in the world. I want these demons to go away. I want to come to bed, wish you sweet dreams, kiss you goodnight, and hold you till we both fall asleep. I want to have a night where Kimmy doesn't cry, she just sleeps the night away tucked in her crib. I want to have a peaceful life, and I think the only way I can do it is if I finally wash away those demons."
He grabs her hand and interlocks their fingers together, like a bond of something special.
"Please. Just wait...wait a few more days. It'll all be over then. I promise."
"And what if everything fails?"
"It won't...I promise."
She comes even closer to him and carefully touches his cheek, still burning and still red as intended. She gently caresses it in her hand, wiping a few tears away from her eyes.
"I'm sorry I slapped you."
He ends up touching foreheads with her, holding each other in the soothing and the warm rain.
"It's ok. It's ok, my love."
They share a kiss as they slowly walk back inside the house and the second they step in, loud crying can be heard from the other room. The baby seems to be awake now and she's like an alarm on DEFCON 3.
"Well...Kimmy's awake."
"Don't worry about a thing, i'll get her."
"You sure of it?"
"Absolutely. Take a load off."
He smiles and kisses her on the cheek as he walks into the first room on the right, where a crib is set in place, and like we've heard, his daughter is seen crying her eyes out. Babies must have some intense dreams at their age. He goes over and picks her up and cradles his daughter in his arms.
"Hey hey hey. It's ok, sweetheart. Daddy's here."
He sits down on a chair nearby and continues holding and rocking her ever so gently as he looks out the window, into the rainy, dreary sky.
"Shhh...everything will be ok, dear. Everything will be okay. I'm not going anywhere. I promise you that."
End scene.
I would like to admit something here right now. Something that shouldn't be a shock to most people. You reach a point in your life where so much stuff happens around you that you can't avoid it, like a plague of some sort. I mean by everything, not just certain people who i'm dealing with right now. You try to move away, deal with it straight out, but once you think you got everything squared away with, it keeps coming in droves, like a rain storm. And it gets you soaked so badly, that you just want to sit around and not dry off because you know once you get up, you're just going to get dumped on again with rain. There's no point into getting up. There's no point of getting out of bed every morning because you know it's just going to keep raining.
He unzips his hoodie and removes the hood revealing his face. Hard stubble on his cheeks, eyes as red as the pits of Hell. He just doesn't have a interest in anything right now.
I don't have any more confidence left inside of me no matter how much I try to. Not just of what happened, but lately in general. I have a wife and a beautiful baby daughter and even that can't make me get up in the morning like I used to. There was no point in getting up. No phone ringing for me, no luck of anybody trying to communicate with me. You feel empty in this world. Things, places, and people can treat you like you were a fly to a bug zapper.
He sighs though and looks up into the night time sky. You can barely see up there, it just looks like black, dark space. But the moon is out, and he's pretty sure he can see the stars up in the sky.
There's a huge difference in this world. A huge difference between two things. A want...and a need. When you want something in this world, you don't need it like you need air to breathe or a heart to live. But you want something like a watch, you don't need a watch if you don't want one. You don't need a watch to survive. But there's a HUGE difference. The reason i'm rambling on about this is because, quite frankly, Brad Kane...you WANT to win this match. You WANT to finally end what has been brewing up in this business for the past two and a half years, ever since you beat me in the middle of an XHF ring the very first time for the United States Championship. A match where, and i'll be honest here, I wasn't thinking about. You won because I was dealing with problems that made me not even think about wrestling. I wasn't even focused and you put that to your advantage, so good for you. But back to the matter at hand. You WANT to win this match so we can finally end this so I have to shake your hand. You want that.
You see though...I NEED this. I NEED to beat you in the middle of that ring this coming Friday. I'm not going to sit here and yell, kick, and scream about any ego or any problems that might come up. I'm done yelling. My voice is sore as hell from yelling to you so much. I'm done being angry for no apparent reason, because I can see that you're not even angry one bit. Somehow you're confident in all of this, and you have me at what appears to be my weakest point. Somehow I believe that you're just going to walk all over me and you're finally going to shut me up once and for all. If you want me to shut up, fine. Hell, my brain didn’t even want to do this match. But my heart did. That part of my heart that is still crushed after being pinned at Night of Champions. I know I didn’t have a chance in hell at WCF, because...well, it’s WCF. You know that story. But hear me out right here...I need this like you wouldn't believe, man. I NEED to win this match, and I need to pin your shoulders to the mat.
Because I need to prove to everybody out there, not only in the nCw, but in this entire company, that i'm not the martyr that everybody thinks I am. To prove to myself that i'm actually better than you. Even though I only hold ONE victory over you in my entire career, I still believe that I should be the better man in all of this. Because that one victory over you was because of my hope and my self-confidence. Every victory you have over me was because I was either apathetic at the time or I was just a dartboard. But when you got me in my prime, somehow things were a little different. Don't bring up what stupid angle we did during that because it was meaningless compared to my victory over you. I can pretty much say that in my entire career, even though we share about as much hate as a thousand white suns...I can consider beating you the greatest victory I have ever had a chance of in my career, bar none.
He wipes whatever it is from his eyes. Stuff in his eye. It happens when you don't get sleep in awhile.
And I NEED that again. Now granted, you've gotten more chances than I have, you've earned more titles than I have. It doesn't matter. I don't care about any of that. If and when I beat you and you're forced to shake my hand, I can finally put a period at the end of our paragraph we call a feud. I can crawl into my bed that same night, pull Angie close to me, kiss her goodnight and tell her that my demons are gone. No more worrying about my health, no more nightmares. That's right, i've been having nightmares about this. Call me crazy and stupid, but demons are a hard thing to get over. You know that just as well as I do. I can kiss Angie goodnight and go to sleep peacefully. And I can have the next morning be a beautiful day, I can stretch and finally get out of bed and kiss my daughter good morning too.
There's a difference between a WANT...and a NEED. I need to win, Jack. It doesn't matter if you win or lose. That's why you WANT to win this match. Because no matter if you win or if you lose...you get to go home, to your family, and kiss them goodnight. No matter what, the sun will come up for you. You just want to win this so you can end it and move on. I can't lose this match. I can't have my demons come back to haunt me anymore. I'm sick and tired of having them come across my crosshairs every single day. I can't eat, I can't sleep. All of my luck and my confidence are on this Friday, once that bell rings. It's kill or be killed for me. I need to show everybody that I deserved every accomplishment that I have earned in my career, to not have an asterisk beside my name just because some people think i'm a little primadonna.
I'm at that point where I don't care enough for this sport like I should have. Where I don't care enough for my wife and my kid. Lately, all i've been hearing is my wife crying, wanting the demons to pass so she can get her husband back into this world. She wants her husband back home where he belongs. I don't mean back home where I live...but back to reality. Everything right now is my curse. This is not fun. I hate it, I want it to go away. You don't know how much I need this, Jack. You don't. You can call me "emo" or you can tell how much i'm whining right now, I don't care. Go back to your little bubble when all of this is finally said and done. I don't care, man.
I said before I beat you in that very ring that we are "one and the same". Remember that? It's not true anymore. We couldn't be more different than what we tried now. You, you have the rich and promising career, you're winning titles, you have a loving wife, a wonderful family, a great home. Me, my body is crippled to the point of no return. I have a wife and a kid, but you know about that story. I can barely pay to keep my house, I can barely pay to keep a job in the state of the world today. That's why I NEED this match. So I can move on and figure out that maybe after all, things will be okay. That things will finally be justified once the referee counts to three and you have to shake my hand in the middle of that ring. And i'll have my peace, for all of the things I may have done.
And that's all I have to say. You are my little brother, because I came here before you did. I was never your big brother.
I love you.
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Baltimore, Maryland. Night time. This time, we see a different house than what we're used to seeing as a familar car comes driving up it's driveway. Once it stops, a familar woman comes out of the car. Angie Hardaway. Appears that this house is only a rental. It's nothing big, little small. But for a family of three, they'll manage for a few days. But it's when she goes inside to what she sees. Her husband, out of bed for a change, cleaning up around the house apparently. She sets the grocery bags down on the kitchen table and goes back in the other room to see him picking up things.
"Ah, I wanted it to be a surprise."
"What are you doing?"
"Cleaning up around the house."
He ends up putting a dust rag in his back pocket. Something he picked up from his father for no reason whatsoever. She is just in complete bewilderment and shock. Like she has no idea what to say.
"You...cleaning? Now i've seen everything."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, nothing. It's just weird seeing my husband who never really does a thing around here cleaning up around the house. It's just...nice, that's all."
"I do things around here. I cook for us, I'm there for you when you're sick, and I take care of our daughter, am I correct or I am just lying?"
As he's saying this, he's putting the groceries away. Either trying to make up for things or actually helping. In her case, she knows it's the former doing business around here.
"You haven't done anything lately to be honest. All you do is just sit around, lay around, watching TV, and stuffing your face with food. Not the person I married one single bit. You've been a different person lately, not the person I love the past few weeks."
"If you had a problem with it, why didn't you just tell me instead of letting me lay there like a couch potato?"
"Because I was dealing with our daughter. It's not my damn fault that she keeps crying every single hour, ok? She's not even one yet. It's not like she can just learn how to eat and go to the bathroom before she turns one."
"I learned my ABC's and 123's from Sesame Street when I was about two and a half. How I learned to count...I counted the stairs in my old house every single day."
Insert foot into mouth.....NOW! He realizes this every single bit as that little person in his head is kicking his own head in right now over that comment. Not the right time to become a smartass.
"But she's not you, ok. She isn't. You may be her father, but you're sure as hell not the spitting image of her."
And here we go...he shouldn't of said anything. Just left it alone. Hell, he should've stayed in bed before she came home. Least there wouldn't be complaining on the other end.
"See, here we go. I try to do a nice thing for a change and I still get my head ripped off. I get out of bed for the first time in forever for a couple weeks, but I realize that I should've just stayed in bed in the first place. It wasn't worth it."
"Don't give me that. I know the very reason why you're doing this."
"So you know...big whoop."
"I heard what you said to him. You said to the entire world about what i'm going through, what your daughter is going through. She's crying because she misses her father. And i'm crying because I miss you."
"Well here I am."
Like DEFCON 4...now.
"THAT'S NOT THE ****ING POINT!"
"I don't get it."
How does he not get that? Wait...women.
"I miss...YOU. The real you. The "you" that would take care of me when I was sick. The "you" that would laugh at every single corny joke I would make. The "you" that suffered and went through hell and back just to be with me. The person who was against this idea that the father of our daughter was the person who is meeting you in that ring on Sunday, but decided to go through with it just for business. It's all his damn fault. You're acting like some kind of sad, pathetic loser just because of one person who decided to try and ruin you. He tried, and you fell into it's suffering. All you had to do was just walk away, not go into this 6 month long grudge. And you did it anyway, not once thinking about me, our daughter, our family. All you did was think about yourself. Brad was right...you DO have an ego."
Now she should insert her foot into her own mouth as well. Over the months, that's all he heard from everybody. That he has an ego the size of Texas. He will admit, he has one. But it's not as big as any state. He can just let things get to his head way too easy. But those words she just said. She agreed with somebody who he can't stand at this point. That's near death. Apparently he thinks that, as he grabs the keys and tries to head on outside.
"Where you going?"
"I don't need this one bit."
"Don't you walk out on this, Kevin. Please."
"Why not? You're yelling at me like I did something wrong and when I just want to get away from it all, you try and ask nicely for me to come back? You're just like him."
And with the driving force of women across the world, she slaps him as hard as he can across the face as he holds his cheek in pain, it turning into a bright red. In his head, a ton of thoughts are boggling into his head. He could retilate and slap her back, but instead of becoming the next Chris Brown or something even worse, he keeps on walking. Outside she follows him though as the night time sky has opened up the clouds, raining just enough to soak them lightly.
"I should just leave...for good. Because i'm not dealing with somebody who has the nerve to do that. Never in my life am I going to succumb to something like that."
"Then leave...just go. But just know that when you come back home, we won't even be here. You're going to be all alone. Your demons may be gone by that time, but you'll have new demons to look forward to. One that will never go away no matter how much you try to deal with them. You're going to be alone in this house, dealing with everything yourself. Your daughter is going to grow up not even knowing who her real father is. Just like in your other world."
He stops now. Hearing those words, it feels like a dagger just stabbed him. He could've cared less about her all he wanted to, but he wasn't going to lose his daughter. Not now, not ever. He wasn't going to stop caring about her daughter one simple bit at all. He turns around to face his wife in the pouring down rain now.
"You know...I could've walked away from all of this. Not this moment, but in general. I could've just walked away like you said and not dealt with a stupid little grudge. But that wasn't my style. It wasn't me. I had to deal with it. I was just in too deep to get out of everything so I went down the road head on straight. I dealt with all of my problems that way. You can't deal with it by other means, you have to deal with problems cold turkey. And that's what I did. Do I regret some of the things I did then? Of course. But everything that comes up must come down. And it was better sooner rather than later."
She starts to walk closer to her husband, seeing the red mark that she left on his cheek as she wipes away the rain from her head and the hair away from her eyes. It's confusing to tell on whether or not she's crying due to the rain coming down like a torrential downpour. Kind of sets a mood in a creepy tone.
"I just want you back, that's all. Not for my sake. Not for Kimmy's sake. But for you. I want you to feel better. I want your demons to be released once and for all. You're not healthy, Kev. I can hear you awake at night. I can hear the pain and the torture inside. It makes me cry as well. I can tell you that it makes Kimmy cry as well. She hasn't stopped crying because she knows you're not safe either. She somehow sees this too, and she's only a baby. That's how bad it is."
He thinks back to last night, the words he said on top of his car to his opponent. The difference of want and need. The difference of those two words being what he needs in life. He just wonders if she saw any of it whatsoever.
"Did you watch all of what I said last night?"
"Most of it."
"Did you hear ALL of it?"
"Not really."
He walks up closer to her and carefully wipes away her hair again. Now she is crying as she wipes it away from her eyes. He seems to have a couple tears down his face as well.
"There's a difference between a want and a need. You know and I know that we need this, honey. I hate to retread on old things, but you need to know what I said. I need this more than anything in the world. I want these demons to go away. I want to come to bed, wish you sweet dreams, kiss you goodnight, and hold you till we both fall asleep. I want to have a night where Kimmy doesn't cry, she just sleeps the night away tucked in her crib. I want to have a peaceful life, and I think the only way I can do it is if I finally wash away those demons."
He grabs her hand and interlocks their fingers together, like a bond of something special.
"Please. Just wait...wait a few more days. It'll all be over then. I promise."
"And what if everything fails?"
"It won't...I promise."
She comes even closer to him and carefully touches his cheek, still burning and still red as intended. She gently caresses it in her hand, wiping a few tears away from her eyes.
"I'm sorry I slapped you."
He ends up touching foreheads with her, holding each other in the soothing and the warm rain.
"It's ok. It's ok, my love."
They share a kiss as they slowly walk back inside the house and the second they step in, loud crying can be heard from the other room. The baby seems to be awake now and she's like an alarm on DEFCON 3.
"Well...Kimmy's awake."
"Don't worry about a thing, i'll get her."
"You sure of it?"
"Absolutely. Take a load off."
He smiles and kisses her on the cheek as he walks into the first room on the right, where a crib is set in place, and like we've heard, his daughter is seen crying her eyes out. Babies must have some intense dreams at their age. He goes over and picks her up and cradles his daughter in his arms.
"Hey hey hey. It's ok, sweetheart. Daddy's here."
He sits down on a chair nearby and continues holding and rocking her ever so gently as he looks out the window, into the rainy, dreary sky.
"Shhh...everything will be ok, dear. Everything will be okay. I'm not going anywhere. I promise you that."
End scene.