Til a Death Do Us Part

By Paul Tolbert

Published on Jan 11, 2011

Gay

Dave's POV

FUCK RANDY! That son of a bitch had the NERVE to pull a fucking gun on me! Who the hell does he think he is? I'm so fucking pissed right now. That little bitch is going to get what's coming to him. The fucking prick interrupted me and Rey, just when I was about to...

To be honest I couldn't sleep at all last night. I was sure Randy was going to pull the trigger, killing me, but luckily Rey stopped him. I guess he has the same effect on Randy that he does on me. I'd do anything for Rey, and I'm guessing Randy would too.

Things would have gone bad between Rey and I anyways, even if Randy hadn't interrupted. I lost my cool with Rey. I wanted things to go smoothly, but they couldn't have been worse. I hit him. I hit the man that I love. God I hate myself right now. I need to show him that I love him and hitting him out of anger surely isn't going to accomplish that. Ugh I need a break from it all I swear.

Well today is the day. The day that I lose my freedom once again, for a brief period this time around. I have to surrender myself to federal custody to undergo court-ordered treatment at Saint Anne's Mental Institution in San Diego. I spoke to my lawyer last night to make all the necessary legal adjustments needed to keep my affairs in order while I'm gone. I can take this time to get my career back together. I need to prove that I'm not insane and that I didn't try to kill Randy. I won't let everything that I've worked hard for slip out of my hands.

My mother was here in my hotel room where she was staying with me for the time being. She'd been crying for a while now. Her eyes were red and puffy. I tried to console her but nothing worked.

"Oh David." She said as he hugged me for the umpteenth time. Her grip was firm and strong, surprising for someone her age.

"Mom its fine. I will be OK." I kept telling her.

"I know baby it's just... "

I kissed her cheek and smiled down at her. "No worries OK? I'll be out soon and then everything will be back to normal."

She nodded and reluctantly released me.

"I just wish that you and Rey would get back together. You two were perfect for each other."

"Yeah mom I know... "

"Ugh I just wish that the media would stop printing lies about you. You didn't try to kill your friend Randy. You two were close. How could you be capable of doing something like that?"

Good old mom. She wasn't the smartest cookie in the jar but I still love her. She was naïve and always believed everything I told her, a great relationship all around in my opinion.

I sat down on the couch and ate a big breakfast of 10 pancakes, 7 slices of thick-sliced bacon, fresh strawberries and 4 cups of coffee. I was anxious and eating seemed to help ease my nerves. Time seem to pass by excruciatingly slow. I couldn't bare it. Part of me wished that the feds would come and take me in already. I turned on the television to watch the news. I wonder if my impending lockup is mentioned.

40 Minutes passed of slow, boring channel surfing when I heard a loud knock on the door.

"Oh dear... " my mother said gasping loudly.

"Mr. Batista! Open up."

"There here. Finally."

"David, don't say that!"

"Please mom just stop. God I keep telling you it's not that fucking bad."

I got up, walked at a snail's pace to the door and opened it. 4 federal agents stood before me. They appeared to be fearful that I would try and make a run for it. Like I was that stupid.

"I'm ready to go." I said quietly. I could hear my mother crying in the background.

"Alright. We need to restrain you, its procedure."

I nodded and allowed them to cuff my wrist and ankles. I looked at my mother, whose face was blanketed with tears again.

"David... "

"I love you mom. Goodbye." They allowed her to hug me for the final time as they lead me away like a prisoner.

x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.

It was a long ride to the hospital, I'd say about an hour or so. The agents didn't much care for my well being. They tossed me in the back on the transport vehicle like a sack of garbage and ignored my complaints. My wrists were aching badly. Fucking pricks cuffed me too tightly. The entire ride was unbearable. I just kept my head down, thinking about what was to come. A stay in a mental hospital. Never thought that would be something I'd do in my lifetime. I wonder if it's just like the movies...

"We're here."

The agents helped me out of the van and I stood in all my glory in front of a large estate. The hospital was large; a lovely garden with a multi-layered fountain greeted us as we walked up the clean, bright concrete path up towards the entrance. This looked more like a high-end rehab center than a mental hospital. Not what I expected at all.

"No paparazzi. That's surprising. You sure you're Dave Batista right?" One of the agents joked. Litter Fucker.

We entered the building a few seconds later after a leisure stroll through the flowered lined path. The hallways were empty. Where the fuck is everybody?

"Keep our 'celebrity' here while I fetch the dr." The presumably agent in charge said. He was about 5'8", blonde and slender. I'd fuck him, and then beat the shit out of him for being a cheeky bastard.

We waited for a few minutes until I saw 2 figures walking towards us. The agent and some other prick I don't care about.

"Welcome Mr. Batista to Saint Anne's. I'm Dr. Hibern. I'll be the one overseeing your treatment here.

He stuck his hand out for me to shake, but I coldly declined.

He coughed and continued. "We hope you enjoy our lovely facility. We are sure you will undergo a speedy recover under our care."

"Whatever. How long do I have to stay here?" I asked.

"Well we first need to evaluate you to see which treatment option is the best. That usually determines the length of time you will be required to stay here. I can't make any promises but I assure you it won't be for more than a year."

"Fine."

"Now if you will follow me... "

The Dr. led us to an elevator down the hall, which we road to the 5th floor.

"This will be your living quarters. Your luggage has already been brought up. You can begin unpacking at any time. We have assistance for you if you require any. There will be a short orientation later on for you. You can stay here until then; get to know the place a little. Over there you have a balcony to which you can stand out on. You have a great view of the different outside facilities we offer. Down the hall will be a nurse's station. If you don't have any questions you can go ahead and get settled in.

The Dr. left and the feds uncuffed me and left soon after me alone in my room. I sat on the large, king size bed and looked around at my new surroundings. The room was huge and spacious and beautiful decorated. There was a flat screen television and a peak in the bathroom showed a huge deep tub and separate standing shower. This isn't what I expected at all. This place is paradise. I walked over to the balcony and stepped outside. I looked down and was amazed at what I saw. Tennis courts, swimming pools and other recreational areas blanketed the large lush grassy lawn. Lining the yard were high fences lined with barbed wire.

"How the hell did I end up in a beautiful place like this?"

x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x

I took a short nap before being awoken by one of the nurses down the hall.

"Mr. Batista? You have a visitor at the door."

I quickly rose from my bed and wiped my eyes. Deep down I knew I wouldn't be him but I wished that it was Rey coming to see me.

I walked towards the door and stood mouth open when I saw Dr. Hartford, the jail psychologist enter my room.

"Hello Mr. Batista."

I just stood there silent. I didn't have anything to say.

"I see you've settled well into your new environment. Excellent news. I'm just here to see how you are. Sorry to have awoken you from a restful sleep."

"It's OK." I replied. I went back and sat on the edge of my bed while she paced the room.

"You should have your first evaluation tomorrow and a battery of test afterwards. You'll then be given a rough estimate on how long your stay will be. If I were you Dave, I'd play along for a little while and not get too impatient to leave so soon..."

"What?" I asked surprised. What did she mean by that?

"Well if you will excuse me I must be going. I wish you luck in your 'recovery'."

Dr. Hartford smiled awkwardly and left in a hurry. I just sat on the bed trying to process what she just said. Hmm...

Rey's POV

I love lying outside in the nighttime, just staring up at the bright night sky. The stars looked so beautiful. The air was cold and breezy but I didn't mind. I liked it that way. I sat outside on the balcony for about an hour while Randy watched TV inside. We were still taking time off from the WWE as this whole Dave drama continued. Randy is getting much better and he should be back in the ring in no time. I of course will wait to return when he is ready.

Today Dave was admitted into the hospital. I had mixed feeling about the whole thing. He definitely deserved to be locked up somewhere and not out on the streets, but a mental hospital wasn't the place. I did some research and Saint Anne's didn't seem like a bad place. In fact it seemed like a nice place to be, almost like a resort. I didn't know how I felt about Dave being in a luxurious place like Saint Anne's. If I had my way the bastard would be locked up in a dungeon somewhere beaten daily.

It may seem weird but I genuinely want Dave to get better. Not for his sake but for mine and Randy's. When Dave gets released I hope this obsession he has over me will have died and we can finally move on with our lives without him.

Dave used to be such a warm, gentle person. What happened to him? Did I change him? Was it my fault he is the way he is now? No, I can't think like that. I know it's not my fault. I just can't help but thinking something isn't right. It doesn't make any sense. I don't know. Ugh.

As I lay under the night sky, I continued to think about Dave. He is where he deserves to be right now, even if it's not prison like Randy or I would have liked.

Next: Chapter 27


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