Wrestling With Love

Chapter Forty Three ;; Lead Home

*Bexley's point of view*

After the very bittersweet goodbye I shared with Penta and Fenix, I walked slowly to The Inner Circle's locker room, trying my best to gather my thoughts. And what sounded like a pretty straightforward task, became more daunting with each step I took.

Don't get me wrong, I was happy, excited even to finally put everything in the last few months behind me and move forward, but I'd be lying if i said there wasn't a small part of me that was sad about it. I had gotten so close to not only Penta, but Fenix as well and yeah, maybe things were always messy and very complicated, but there was still so much love and happiness there. And I think there probably always will be. But even with all of that, I knew where my heart truly lied.

Finally, I arrived at my destination. Sighing, I tried pushing away any of the negative emotions in my chest as I softly knocked on their door. Within seconds the door flew open and I would be greeted by my very surprised dad.

"Bexley!" My dad somewhat shouted. Not only did the sound of his excited reaction bring a smile to my face, but so did the sight of the new Inner Circle shirt that my dad was wearing. It was the one from the picture Sammy had sent me that of them were wearing. The one that had me on it. I decided it looked so much better in person as I walked towards my dad and threw my arms around him, saying hello with a hug. He then wasted no time in hugging me back, squeezing me some.

"What are you doing here?" My dad wondered, gently pushing me from his embrace. I looked at my dad, attempting to respond, but would be interrupted by two others who were excited to see me.

"Bex!" Ortiz yelled with much enthusiasm.

"Bexy!" Santana also yelled, but sounded more as if he was cheering my name.

Hearing they were also excited to see me, caused the smile on my face to grow even bigger as I walked away from dad and further into the room.

"How are you doing?" Santana wondered as I quickly gave him and Ortiz a hug.

"Better," I responded softly as I caught a glimpse of the TV, realizing that not only had the battle Royal Sammy was in already start, but he had already entered it.

Everyone must had noticed my eyes glue to the TV's screen as they all looked at me and then at the TV.

"I missed him," I spoke in a defeated tone.

"You can see him after the match," my dad spoke, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I know, I just wanted to wish him good luck," I admitted with a sigh.

"Are your hands okay?" A very quiet, but observant Hager wondered. His question not only made me look down at my hands, but everyone in the room as I realized I had either Penta's or Fenix's dried blood on them. Secretly panicking, I placed one hand behind the other and pushed it against my chest, hoping no one had seen anything.

"Yeah, they're.." I started to reply, but would be cut off by my worried dad.

"What happened? Were you bleeding?" My concerned and confused dad interrogated me as he grabbed ahold my wrists and exposed my bloodied hands.

Without thinking my lose lips spoke as I pulled my hands away, "I'm fine dad, it's not mine."

"Not yours?" Santana thought out loud.

"Who's is it then?!" My dad continued to press me.

"I don't know." I spoke half truthfully.

"You don't know?!!" My dad raised his voice, growing aggravated.

"Well yeah, it's either Penta's of Fenix's, they were both bleeding..." I started trying to explain myself.