This story will make very little sense to you if youhaven't read the Stranger or Familiar Friend. So if you haven't go check them out. This will be the last installment that I write for this story. I had intended to go in a different direction with this story until I sat down to write it . Oh well lets hope this turns out just as well.
Night after night you return to your house to nothing, you always hoped he would be there hiding in the shadows. Some nights you could picture him so vividly in the darkened corner that you had to blink your eyes several times to confirm it wasn't reality. Months passed by, he never came back. Your heart broke nightly and you fought the best you could to move on and stop looking at the corner. As with all injustices and heartaches in life the pain was still there but it got a little easier every day. Somehow you knew you would never be full again that little piece that was missing would have always been him. Your mind always knew it was only sex but your heart never had the intension to not become involved. Day by day you would get over him you would get through it After a year had went by you promised yourself that the torture you inflicted on yourself would end, because you would make it end. There would be no more nights lying awake in bed listening to the wind blow past your window wondering if it would blow him through town again. You should have known better than to attach yourself to a man who held no attachments in life.
You awoke to your phone going off you didn't even bother to look to see who it was you just answered it half asleep. Your friend Beth was screaming at you from the other end "I won, I won" She screamed over and over. You forced yourself to awake and try to make sense of her obvious excitement.
"Won what did you win?" you questioned her.
"Tickets to Raw" she screamed "And you are coming"
You sighed into the phone. "Do I really have to?"
"Yes" She barked out "I will pick you up at four, be ready" She said as she hung up not giving you time to decline. You looked over at the clock; it was only twelve you cursed her out as you pulled the covers back over your head.
Once you force yourself to get out of bed, you try to give yourself a mental pep talk so you can pull this off and not disappoint your friend. Make no mistake about it though you didn't look forward to the fact that you would have to lay eyes on that man again. Sure you saw pictures and videos and watched wrestling still but you hadn't had to be under the same roof at least. The only consolation that you had was that there was no way he was even going to see you, he would never even know you were there. You tried to convince yourself it would be fun as you headed to the shower. After you got out of the shower you wrapped a towel around yourself and walked over to your closet looking for a wrestling shirt that you could wear. There was no way you were going to wear any of your Ambrose shirts, well you guessed the Rollins shirt you just bought would do just fine.
Beth pulled up to your apartment laying on her horn right at four as she promised. You rolled your eyes as your stomach did back flips. Grabbing your keys you headed out the door. As you approached the car you could see her jumping around with excitement you faked a smile, there was no need to ruin her good mood. Besides she was unaware of anything that happened. You never told anyone at all it was a secret that you would probably take to your grave. As you opened the door and jumped in she looked at you raising an eyebrow. "Why aren't you wearing one of your Ambrose shirts?" You shrugged your shoulders. "I just got this one, I wanted to show it off" you smiled. She looked at you skeptically.
"Okay Alissa , I just thought you would be supporting your man" she smiled.
"He's got plenty of support I am sure." You laughed slightly. She shifted the car into drive and said "Let's get going, this is going to be great." Somehow you doubted she was right but you tried to stay optimistic.
Once you both pulled in to the arena she informed you that she had to pick up the tickets she won from the radio station at the ticket booth. You walked with her looking around at all the excited fans, which wouldn't want to be anywhere else. The energy from them was contagious and you started to relax and your excitement grew. Once Beth had the tickets you and she headed for the line. The doors were going to open in about ten minutes and then the both of you could head inside. Once the doors opened the line moved slowly but you got in and made your way over to the merchandise booth because Beth was desperate to get the new Roman shirt. The line there was longer than the one at the door. There wasn't anything you wanted but you helped her fight the way through the crowed to get to the front. Once she had her shirt you both decided to stop and grab a beer before heading to your seats.
As you walked down the stairs of the arena she kept going much further than you expected. Once you reached the floor seats your heart began to beat faster. As she continued to walk through the rows and rows of chairs you wondered when you would ever stop. Second row of course, how was it even possible that you would be so close from tickets that she won from a radio station?
"Great seats hey?" It was more of a statement than a question but you agreed. The universe certainly had a way of playing cruel jokes on you. The show started and you sat there rather still wondering if he was even there tonight and if he was when he would come out. You couldn't really spend the whole night in the bathroom, could you? Match after match happened and there was no sign of him yet, maybe you would get lucky tonight and be spared.
Just then Rollins theme music played and he came walking down to the ring he grabbed a mic once he was inside the ring and began to run his mouth. I had a bad feeling Ambrose was going to appear. Of course I was right out of nowhere he came running out to the ring and attacked Seth. Seth escaped the ring and tried to run through the crowed, with Dean right on his heels. Of course they would have to cut through the crowed right in our section. They were throwing punches and I sunk down in my seat hoping he wouldn't notice me. Just then I felt the cold stare of those blue eyes move over me and as I looked up I noticed they were indeed fixed right on me.
