NIGHTMARE
Justin was sitting at the hotel with the rest of the WWE superstars. He just wasn't being used like the big names were, so he just had time to himself. As of late, things were going south between he and John. They seemed to argue more about nothing and neither couldn't settle. Justin tried to make things up with John, but John wasn't taking it. He was more giving him space right now.
While John was at the arena getting ready for the show, Justin didn't see a reason to go. He wasn't even on script to do anything. So he decided on a nap to see if that would help. Laying down on the bed, Justin closed his eyes. He began falling asleep in no time.
As Justin was sleeping, he thought he was awake. How was he standing? Where was he going? His feet lead him to another room, where he saw John making love with Randy Orton. He couldn't believe this. Why would John cheat on him? "John? Why are you cheating on me?" He asked out of the blue, but got no answers. He tried speaking louder, almost yelling, "John!" Nothing.
Hours later, John came back to the hotel, seeing that Justin was flailing around on the bed. He looked like he was having a dream. "Justin?" He asked, carefully waking him up. "What was going on?" He asked as he sat on the side of the bed, trying to be comforting.
Feeling John wrapping his arms around him, he wasn't sure what to feel, or say. So he pulled away from him. "Don't touch me." He looked away from John, not wanting him to see his tears.
"Justin?" John asked, sounding confused. "Talk to me, please?"
Hearing what John said, he looked at him, tears falling from his eyes. "Why did you cheat on me? You were in Randy's room fucking him like I meant nothing to you!" He yelled as he tried not to sob.
"Wait, where is this all coming from? I just came from the arena." John tried to explain that it didn't really happen. "Justin, you were dreaming."
Dreaming? I was dreaming? "John," he mumbled, "I'm sorry," he spoke as he reached out for him. "Please forgive me?" He asked as he cried against John's shoulder when he felt his arms wrapping around him.
"Justin, shhh," John whispered as he rubbed his boyfriends back. "Please don't cry, I know this was a mistake. I still love you."
How could he still love me? I am a screw up, I don't deserve anyone. Justin just buried his head into John's shoulder and didn't look up.