Disclaimer: I do not own CM Punk or Colt Cabana. I only own my characters. The original story-line belongs to: Punk'sgirlForLifexxx. You guys should check her out and read her stuff, it's really good. I thank her for letting me have a go writing this story-line.

I will refer to CM Punk as Phil Brooks and Colt Cabana as Scott Colton. For other superstars I will use their ring names (mainly, there might be an exception).

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Scarlet's P.O.V.

"GOOD LUCK WITH THAT BOYFRIEND OF YOURS." I screamed at my mother, hopefully for the last time ever, and took off.

My mother had never been the perfect mother. Fuck, she'd never even been a mother. I vaguely remember her being normal before my father died, he used to keep her calm. But he died when I was five, from a heart attack; my mother had been pregnant at the time. She gave birth to my little sister, but she died when she was four. I remember that day very clearly, I was nine. The doctors had said she inhaled too many chemicals that my mother and her boyfriend were taking. Social services even came to take me away, but they didn't. I never found out why.

Her boyfriend is Rick. He is six feet tall, towering over me and my mother. She is five foot nine whereas I was three inches shorter. Rick was no good for her, he didn't keep my mother grounded like my father used to. He got her into alcohol, and worse, drugs. I don't even want to get onto the stuff he tried to do to me.

Today, I've had enough with their bullshit. I packed one of my bags with some clothes and some change that added up to $10. I didn't know where I could go in Chicago; all I knew was to get out of the house immediately.

I ran out the house and didn't stop for around five minutes. The cars roared past as I looked left and right of the highway.

Scott's P.O.V.

"I don't care what you say man, the batman films are better than the comics." I teased Phil; he gets so annoyed when I disagree with him.

"I'm not in the mood to argue with you Colton, it's two in the morning." Phil glared at me. "Just get us home."

"Have patience Brooks, I don't want to get stopped by the police again." I put all my attention on him.

"SCOTT! Stop the car!" Phil screamed at me.

I screeched the car to a stop, and looked out the window. Outside was a young girl looking directly at me. He face was expressionless as she clung onto her sides. Despite the weather being less than two degrees she was dressed in a vest top and shorts, she looked so lost. I jumped straight out the car and towards her.

Scarlet's P.O.V.

I didn't even realise a car was coming until its tires screeched. I looked straight into the men in the car. Both were roughly the same height, but one was more built while the other was filled in tattoos. The built one got out the driver's seat and ran to me.

"I'm so sorry." I apologised.

"No sweetie, I should of watched were I was going." He held me at arm's length. "Are you okay, not hurt? What are you doing out this late dressed like that, Chicago isn't the safest of places. I'll take you home if you want."

I just looked at him, shocked. "I'm sorry?"

"Come on, the car will be warmer." He took off his zip-up hoodie and put it around my arms. "We'll talk there."

I followed him to the car and stepped in. The tattooed man greeted me with a raised eye-brow.

"Scott," He leant into the built man, he must be Scott. "What is she doing in here?"

"Have you not seen it outside?" Scott opened his eyes. "Something will happen to her, we don't even know how old she is or what she's doing."

"We don't have to either." Tattooed man said under his breath.

"How old are you-" Scott stopped for me to say my name.

"Scarlet. I'm fifteen, sir. And I can walk; honestly, I don't want to cause trouble for you and your friend." I tried to convince him.

"Where is your home, we'll drop you off and get going." This time the tattooed man said.

"Erm…" I didn't know how to say it to them. "I have no home; I walked out like twenty minutes ago."

"Why?" Scott asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about, thank you for keeping me warm but I should go." I went to open the door but Scott locked them.

"You'll stay with us for the night." Scott rubbed my knee. "Then we'll see what we can do."

"You really don't have to." I tried to plead but it was too late. It took us ten minutes to get to a house that looked like a mansion. I followed them into the kitchen.

Phil's P.O.V.

"Thank you." Scarlet said as she handed back Scott my hoodie. I don't get why he does good deeds for people, they never repay him. This girl is probably a drug addict.

"Something to drink?" I asked her.

"Not thanks sir." She shook her head.

"The name's Phil." I told her. "That over there is Scott."

"Nice to meet you." Scarlet smiled politely.

"Why did you leave home?" Scott asked her.

"I didn't leave home," She sighed. "I've never truly had a home, or what a home is classed as. I've had a roof and company but never a home with family."

"Do you argue with your parents or something, because that's normal." I raised an eyebrow.

"I wish that was all of my worries." She shrugged.

"Fire at me kid." I gave a low chuckle.

"Nothing." She shook her head. "We got into a lot of arguments."

Scarlet's P.O.V.

Why would these two men care about my life? Nothing I could 'fire' at Phil will change the past so I didn't bother saying anything. Plus he scared me so much.

"Good going man." Scott hit his arm. "Scare the new kid, that's all your good at."

"I only asked her a question." Phil stuck his tongue out.

"Come on Scarlet." Scott called me over to his side. "I'll show you to your room."

I followed him up the stairs and into one of the far bedrooms. He opened the door and showed me the room. There was a double bed, a TV and empty wardrobes.

"This will be your room." Scott jumped on the bed.

"Sir, please. You don't have to be nice to me. I can leave." I felt rude staying in his house; I didn't deserve any of this.

"Come here." He patted on the spot beside him. "Why did you leave your home?"

Should I tell him the truth or not?

"You can tell me you know." He brushed my hair back behind my ear. "And Phil. He may look scary but I swear he has the biggest heart."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked him. "You don't even know me."

"Because, I needed someone to lean on when I was your age." He gave a crooked smile. "Phil did too, but he had it much worse than me."

"Did you leave home?" I wondered.

"No, but I was a very stubborn child." He laughed.

"What about Phil?" He really seemed like he didn't like me.

"His parents were alcoholic, his brother stole off him. He had it rough, that's why he's awkward with anyone in their teen years." Scott felt for his friend.

"How can I make him not feel like that with me?" Why was I asking this, I wasn't even planning on staying.

"Just give him time." Scott got up. "Do you have any clothes?"

"Just shorts." I said.

"I'll give you some of my clothes." He walked out and brought back jogger bottoms and an 'I love Colt Cabana' top. "Who's Colt Cabana?"

"That would be me." He laughed at my lack of knowledge.

"I thought you were called Scott?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That's my real name. Colt is my ring name." He closed the door so I could get changed.

"Why do you need a ring name?" I carried on speaking through the door.

"Have you never heard of professional wrestling?" He walked back in when I was done.

"Yes, never watched it though. There is some company called WWE, that's all I know." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Ever heard of CM Punk?" We walked back into the kitchen.

"Nope." Phil wasn't in the kitchen.

"Well he's the top guy in WWE, and he is our very own Phil. I'm one of best indie wrestlers." Scott said proudly.

"Bragging again." Phil walked into the kitchen.

"Just telling Scarlet here about what we do." Scott smiled.

"I doubt she'll want to know about fighting." Phil shook his head.

"I used to take Kung-Fu lessons, if that's anything like wrestling." I pouted my bottom lip.

"Oh honey." Phil actually called me honey. "We are more street type fighting instead of that movie shit."

"Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan are amazing." Scott's jaw dropped in shock.

"Well I'm going to bed; I have to be up by nine. Don't stay up too late." Phil told me.

"I told you." Scott nudged me as Phil walked out. "Would you like some hot chocolate?"

"Please." I sat on the bar stool. "Do you two live together or-"

"We're just friends." Scott burst out into laughter. "And we live together, nothing more."

"Oh," I realised the way he understood. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"It's cool." His laughter died down. "We get it a lot."

Scott's P.O.V

This girl is really clueless of us. I kind of adored her shyness and mystery. But behind the shell she was hiding was a millions of little pieces that need to be repaired.

"So will you stay with us?" I didn't want her going out into the world alone. "I hope you do."

"Are you sure?" Scarlet's eyes gleamed with happiness. "I wasn't going to but… Thank you, thank you, thank you." She jumped into my arms.

"No, thank you." I kissed the top of her head. "I promise you'll be safe with me, and Phil."

"I swear I'll be out in a couple of weeks, a month tops." The smile never left her face.

"No, you are staying until I think you will be fine again." I held her out. "Now will you tell me what you and your parents argued about?"

"Not parents, just my mother." She put her cup into the sink. "My dad died, she has a boyfriend now. I guess I will never get used to her changing."

"We will talk about this tomorrow. But for now, time to go to bed young lady." I kicked her bum as she walked out; this girl was going to fit in perfectly once I got to know her.

Scarlet's P.O.V.

I ran into my new room giggling after Scott kicked my bum. I couldn't thank him enough for giving me warmth, shelter, and most of all, happiness. I felt safe with him for some reason; I guess he had that effect on people. My thoughts got interrupted by a loud bang on the front door. I looked out the room and down the hall. Phil walk out of his room and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I shrugged my shoulders in an 'I don't know' gesture. He walked down the stairs and started speaking to Scott. My brain told me not to go down to see what was happening. The loud bang came again. One of the guys opened the door.

"Hello, sir." A voice came. "This is the police."

NO! My mother better have not called the police on me.

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