A/N: I only own Hayden.
Let me know if you like where this is going or if I should give up on the idea now.
Liar… that's the only word that comes to mind when I think of Paul Lloyd Jr. or Justin Gabriel to his fans. He was nothing but a two-faced, heartless, liar. He looked amazing, he was soft spoken, but he had a temper from hell. I found that out the hard way.
Paul and I started dating a year ago when he was in FCW. He had already become friends with some of the guys that would later become his WWE Nexus mates. I was a diva there and I was waiting for my turn to go to the WWE. I was supposed to be going in the next few months so that I could also be in Nexus. I wasn't thrilled about the idea, but I wanted my dream bad enough.
Paul seemed like a nice guy, shy, good-looking, and seemed to care about me. I had met Heath, Stu, Fred, and Paul at the same time. They were all nice guys and seemed as eager as I was to get to the WWE. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend at the time, but Paul was sweet and persistent at the same time. I couldn't say no and that's how we started dating.
Everything was going great until I got called the WWE a month before the guys did for NXT. Paul and I still talked almost every day and he would come see me occasionally. I would come back home to Tampa to see him when I had days off. We were still having fun, being in a relationship, and everything seemed fine.
I got my first wakeup call that something was going wrong about a week before they were going to start touring with NXT. I was in Tampa because I had a few days off. Paul was out with Fred, Heath, and Stu. I knew they were having fun and drinking. I texted him around 11pm asking him when we was coming home; I didn't get an answer. I didn't really think anything about it; I just kept doing laundry. I was almost done around 2 am when I heard the front door open to the condo we were sharing.
"Hayden?" I heard him slur.
I walked in there to find him leaning on Heath.
"I got him, thanks." I said as I wrapped my arm around his waist. Heath kissed my forehead and left. I was helping Paul to the bedroom.
"You are cheating on me." He slurred.
"No, baby, I'm not." I said as he pushed himself off me.
"Don't lie to me." He yelled at me.
"I'm not lying." I said and he looked angrier. I knew that it wasn't helping so I started to walk away. He grabbed my upper arm and I looked at him. I didn't have time to defend myself from the backhand that landed across my face. I gasped and looked at him.
"We will talk about it in the morning… cheating whore." He mumbled as he fell face down on the bed. I heard him snoring within seconds and I knew that he was out. He had never once raised his hand to me and I had only heard him yell a few times. I knew that we would be talking about it tomorrow; I was not going to stay with him if he was like this.
I had promised myself that I wasn't going to stay with him and the next morning my resolved melted away. He apologized and promises that it wouldn't happen again. I was dumb enough to believe him. He did better for awhile, but when they started touring full time it all went back downhill. I was trying to keep quiet and I was trying to hide all the bruises. I knew that it was only a matter of time before someone figured out that Justin Gabriel wasn't as saintly as he sounded.
A/N: Please let me know where this should go... thanks!