I get up, while Jakob is asleep on the couch. I sneak out to the bathroom, and turn my mobile on. I begin to talk to Thomas Girard.


I'm furious that he would do this, and slam my phone down. Urgh, my tummy is rumbling. I drop my trousers and my thong and sit down on the toilet, it's cold. I don't like this feeling, but I don't want to tell Jakob about my disease. I don't even know how I got it. Unless Thomas gave it to me. Did he really do that nasty to Roxy, after raping me, and trying to rape her, just to give me this terrible disease? He's a meanie. The ultimate bully. I should go and leave a present on his lawn, but that would be mean, and honestly, he doesn't deserve the effort. Oh, I'm so sick. This isn't fun. My stomach and butt hurt. This isn't fair to me, why would he do this to me?!

This is the worst thing you could do to a person, give them this horrible disease. Thomas told me he cared about me at one point, and yet he does something like this to me? This is worse than the idea that Peter is going to walk away with the tag titles come Warfare. It's also worse than Peter's ability to read a thermometer, since it's only been 14 degrees, or for the Americans, like 56. It's nowhere near the 90's. I guess Peter is actually in a stage recording and pretending to be suffering in Ethiopia, because he's too cheap to actually go out there on the XWF dime, it's not like it actually requires any real effort on his part.

It's also had a high chance of rain, but I guess Peter isn't too familiar with the weather channel, or he could bother to get something right to make his stories seems more believable. I don't know, I figured it was a stretch enough that any woman would put up with his constant abuse and threats, but what do I know? I guess more than Peter if he really expects us to believe that people in Ethiopia eat Guano. Because, that's not even eaten by people, and it's not even an Arabic name, which is what they would use in Ethiopia. Guano is a Spanish name, and a Hispanic thing. But, I like Peter making me feel smart. It's not very many people who can, but Peter does. Because he can't even get simple things right. I wonder how he opens pickle jars.

Peter probably asks his wife Mariah to open his pickle jars, because Mariah seems like the type to know how to twist instead of pulling. Does Peter need help putting on a shirt? Because I feel like he would get that wrong as well. Poor Peter, no wonder he doesn't understand how limits work. I scratch my head as I try and get this to stop flowing through me. Peter, do you imagine that Africa is like Aladdin? Because I think he does. I feel like Peter doesn't understand anything about the world around him, and that's probably why he's so emotionally abusive, and unable to actually win matches. Probably why he has to always change his managers slash girlfriends all the time.

I'm so confused on how I could have pinned Peter for the three count twice in a row if I didn't take him to his limit? Maybe Peter doesn't understand these kind of things. Maybe he thinks he was perfectly fine and untouched, but still lost because he was in too good of shape. Maybe Peter believes that I'll doubt that I beat him and go into the match so confused and then he'll get some sort of advantage. But, it won't happen that way, because I know I won, and I know he couldn't make me break a sweat, even if he did hit me with the Endgame, that I shrugged off and kept going. Maybe he thinks I didn't take him to his limit by just about getting him to tap early on, and then getting him out for the three. This is why Peter is married to a man and why he had to divorce Maria Brink Clone. This is the reason why Peter didn't get to go into the Intercontinental Title match.

Maybe this is even why Peter lost his match for a briefcase. And it maybe why Peter just admitted that he didn't know the difference between pee and poop, and why he couldn't have swapped out the sample with Mia, because he had no worldly idea what it was he was trying to swap out. And why he's not smart enough to accept that Mia has the disease. Perhaps it's why Peter didn't realise that Thomas didn't actually have sex with Roxy, or maybe he doesn't know the difference between sex and what Thomas told me he did. I still haven't watched the video, but if he had sex with her she would have called me to tell me about it. He also told me that Rose Smith and Mia Yim look nothing alike, and now you're saying that people were able to confuse the two and realistically believe that Mia has the disease?

There's something wrong with Peter. I think he's less intelligent than my pet Llama. He keeps calling me the liar, but we've seen him lie all the time. I get confused, but I don't lie, he just doesn't like the things I say. Doesn't make em less true. He was right, though. I don't think he can beat me. I mean, he's tried and failed. And he'll fail again come Warfare, but those don't mean anything to Peter. What matters is that he thinks he can win, and logic is wrong. Just like when he's threatening to break my back, logically he won't be able to if he couldn't even make me sweat during our last match. I hope it'll be ok in Peter's life, especially if I am right about his mum and dad being brother and sister.

Either way, I flush, and wipe my bum. Then I flush again. This makes me feel slightly better in my tummy. But, not good enough. The toilet begins to back up, and water splashes. Oh, bugger. I pull my trousers and thong up, and run out of the house. I didn't drive, and I'm not exactly sure where I am, so I just take off in a direction, and hope I find a place soon. Oh, there's a store. I run to it, and pound on the door. It's closed, but fine. It gives me a location for where I am. I pull my phone out and dial a number.

Hey, it's Ginger. I need you. Can you please come save me? I'm at the petrol station by Jakob Davis' house. Use your keys to go in and find where he lives. Ok, I know. I'm sorry. Please, Thomas. Please. Thank you. Yeah, I'm ok with the cost.

I hang up and send Jakob a quick apology and wait. It starts to rain. Dammit.

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