This is actually a chapter of a long story I'm working on, but someone insisted that it could be a one-shot story and since you don't have to read the whole thing to understand it here you go.
BTW, The other story is not about CM Punk & Maria. Here some of the WWE Superstars are doing an overseas tour and after the show they go to the beach to relax.
Disclaimer: I don't know or own any of the characters in this story :-]
CLOSURE
He couldn't stand it anymore. He has been sitting there, trying to focus his attention elsewhere but it was almost impossible, enough was enough and it was time for him to do something.
He grunted, getting up to his feet while the vague sound of Nattie calling him out faded away. He kept going, as he was seeing red now.
He has been enjoying the night by the bonfire with some of the guys; talking and joking as the night died out and a new dawn approached. But the moment Maria arrived with Orton to the liquor's table he became somber, watchful.
It wasn't that he despised alcohol and anyone who drank it; not drinking it was a personal choice and he didn't push his believes on others, but Maria had been drinking a lot…
He tried to ignore it at first, trying to convince himself that it was not any of his business, but that was also impossible; and what bothered him the most was that Orton kept encouraging her to drink more and more.
"I think that's enough for tonight" He took Maria's cup away from her lips and poured the liquid into the sand. The red head's eyes became huge sockets on her face as she whined. Randy stood up quickly in full fight mode.
"Hey... that's not nice" She pouted, but then she began to giggle and turned to Randy.
"He doesn't like alcohol"
"What the fuck is your problem Punk?" shouted Randy, his face reddening.
Phil ignored him as he tried to make Maria stand up, she stumbled a little but she managed.
"I said, what the fuck is your problem?" he walked up to Phil and pushed him, the sudden impact made Maria, who was holding onto him to fall down on her butt. He heard her gasp a protest but it was all so far away in his mind that he didn't care.
Phil advanced toward Randy; he was going to hit the son of a bitch right in the face, something he has been wanting to do ever since he made an appearance with her... but when he was about to do it he felt someone grabbing him for behind.
"Calm down" it was Chris. He tried to fight his way out of his steel grip, and he was almost making it when Matt got in front of him.
"Get off me!" he hissed. If they would only let him do this, just this once. He was sick and tired of Randy Orton and his antics.
"What the fuck is going on here?" That was Jay, but then again, he didn't care.
"This little punk here thinks that because he doesn't want to have fun nobody should" Randy said advancing towards Phil once again, he was also looking for a fight.
"That's enough guys" Lisa got in the way too, pushing Randy backwards.
Phil threw his arms in the air, signaling that he was giving up the fight... for now anyways.
Chris let him go but Matt kept his position between him and Orton.
"Just let it go" The Hardy whispered to Phil.
He turned around. Nattie was helping Maria back to her feet. He walked up to them, grabbed Maria by the arm and dragged her back to the hotel. Behind his back he could hear Nattie asking him something and Orton bad-mouthing him, but none of them made any attempt of stopping him. It was one of those moments when he blacked out and could only act on his impulses.
He was going to take Maria back to her room, but since the girls stayed back on the beach the door to their room would be locked. Instead, he decided to take her to his. It was late, around midnight, so the lobby was deserted of other guests. However, they drew the attention of the staff. After all she was barefoot and wearing nothing but a bikini that didn't left much to the imagination. That and the fact that he, with his hoodie shadowing his face was dragging her up to his room.
"Can I help you sir?"
Phil took off his hoodie, to ease the suspicion of the tall man following him.
"No, my friend here had a little too much to drink"
Maria giggled "No I didn't, He's Mr. No Fun, nofun. He doesn't like me to drink" Maria confided to the stranger.
The tall man, with the name tag that read Vicente relaxed a little "If you want us to bring you anything, coffee for instant..."
"Thanks, I'll let you know if we need anything"
They had finally arrived to his door and with one hand holding Maria he managed to open the door.
"I don't feel so good" mumbled Maria, covering her mouth with both hands. He helped her to the bathroom and left her there alone. After a while he heard the shower running and he knew she was a little better if she had managed to undress and get in the shower.
He waited. And after several minutes he went to knock "You ok?
No answer.
"Maria?" Had she fallen asleep on the shower? "Ria, I'm coming in" At the worst case scenario he could find her naked, but he had seen naked before so he pushed the door open. When he got in he found her sitting on the shower. The water was still running and she was still on her bathing suit. She was hugging her knees up to her chest, her head buried in them.
"Hey" he turned off the water.
"Just leave me alone Phil"
"You want me leave you alone in MY room?"
Maria lifted her face, scanning the room to make sure it wasn't her room. Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin unusually pale.
"Then I'll leave" It took her a while, but when she finally got to her feet to leave he blocked her way.
"Are going back to drink yourself to oblivion?"
"And what if I do?! We are not all perfect, just you" She spat back at him, trying to push him out of her way. She failed on her attempt, as he didn't move an inch. She only succeeded in soaking him all over.
"Why are you doing this to yourself? I mean look at you..." He hated to see her like that, so broken. She was not even the shadow of the woman he loved once.
"What do you care?" she wiped angrily at a tear that escaped her eye.
"I care about you, I still do" he moved behind her ear a lock of hair that was plastered on her face. She pushed his hand away.
"Stop that" Her lips trembled lightly as she looked away, blinking several times to keep the tears away. They had never had their closure.
"I care about you and I hate what you have become"
"Come on, you always hated the way I was, I was never good enough for you. And to tell you the truth I don't understand why you were with me in the first place!" She was shouting by now… clearly upset about the way the conversation was turning.
"I loved you!" He yelled back at her and she cringed "I loved you and I never thought you weren't good enough. I thought you were perfect. So don't blame it on me" He looked deep into her green eyes. How he loved those eyes "It was YOU who wanted more, you who craved fame... that's why you left"
"That's not true" She sobbed; he couldn't stand it.
"I didn't fit in your new life, so you took me out of it" He remembered how a few days after she broke up with him rumors started backstage that she was doing a Playboy cover. She had never even mentioned to him her interest on posing nude.
She was crying now, her body trembling as she hugged herself. He hated to see her cry. He took a few steps back "Look, if you want to go I won't stop you" He went to the room and sat on the bed, he felt defeated, numb.
She stepped out of the bathroom, a towel thrown over her shoulders. He refused to look at her as she walked to the door.
She stopped and turned around "I'm sorry..."
He shut his eyes; he didn't want to hear it.
"I'm sorry that I disappointed you. I didn't wanted you to be ashamed because of me... so I left" She was crying again "It was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my life, and to this day I still regret it"
He heard the door open and close. She was gone and he was left alone with his solitude once again.