"I guess I never imagined that it'd take a sick twist like that." Aurelia murmured with a sigh, flickering her eyes over in the direction of the therapist who gazed at her with a soothing smile. "It wasn't anything that bad, you know? 'Chasing my dream, living my life,' and then I turned around and met him."

"Him." Her therapist repeated slowly, her eyebrow lifting upwards several centimeters as she closely inspected her clients face. Aurelia's eyes shot downwards, her teeth sinking deeply into her bottom lip as her fingers began to nervously twirl around by force of habit. "Aurelia, may I ask you why you'll never say his name?"

"I know it's old and cliché. . ." Aurelia began with a sigh, her eyes flickering towards the floor-to-ceiling windows on the opposite side of the room. Rain was pattering roughly against the thirteenth level of the New York skyscraper, lightning shattering throughout the sky in breath-taking designs. "But it hurts. . . far too much, you know? To be dragged through the dirt, to feel useless and abandoned and to be made to look like nothing but a fool."

"But last time we spoke, you were on cloud nine." Her therapist reminded, causing the young girl to wince. "You were signed with the WWE, you were living your dream, Aurelia. After all those years, you finally hit it big, you finally - "

"He ruined it for me." She remarked with a hateful tone, venom dripping from her words. Bringing her hand to the arm of black couch she was perched upon, her chipped nails dug into the leather wrapped around the edge. "Doc, you have no idea the mental Hell that he put me through. I loved him, and what did he do? He turned around, placed his hands firmly upon that stupid skank's ass and - " Aurelia's teeth instinctively slid into her bottom lip, suppressing her anger as she slammed her back into the back of the couch. Mint green eyes slamming shut, her nails sunk deeper into the leather as she took in a short breath through pursed lips. "I tried so hard to be perfect for him, you know? He was my everything, Doc. He lifted me to a place where I've never been, and what did he do? He turned around and tugged on the ends of some stupid blonde tart's extensions and left me to be ridiculed by everyone."

"It's been four months, Aurelia, by now - you should be standing firm and strong with the world resting at your feet. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, don't let a man prevent you from ruling the world. You are far too phenomenal to be denied of human right to achieve your greatness." Her therapist soothed, scooting to the end of her seat as she placed a hand upon Aurelia's bare knee inches below her expensive Herve Leger paneled bandage mini skirt. Eyes momentarily connecting, Aurelia quickly slammed her eyelashes together with a grunt of dissatisfaction. "Come on, breathe in - breathe out. You can't work past this unless you talk about it, Aurelia. You can't go back to the company if - "

"You know Vince gave me an ultimatum, right?" Aurelia muttered, eyes slowly opening as she inspected her therapist's face. "One month to finish healing, or I'm out of the company. I'd be out of the industry, right on my ass. 'wonder how HE would feel if he knew he ruined everything for me." Giving off a brief chuckle, Aurelia shrugged her shoulders with a sigh. "Probably nothing, actually. You know, it's funny. To so many people, he's hilarious, comedic, entertaining. . . How do you think they'd react if they knew what a cold, heartless - "

"Aurelia, please." Her therapist interjected, slowly lowering down to her knees as she settled in front of her blonde-haired patient. Tossing her yellow-papered notepad to the side, her therapist tightly grabbed Aurelia's hand from the couch - saving the leather from the torture of her jagged nails. "I need you to keep your head up. I know it's difficult, I know it's tough, but he was the mistake - we all have one. Do you have any idea the satisfaction that it would bring him to know that he has brought you such pain? Do you have any idea how wide that shit-eating grin of his would be if he knew he made you cry?" Aurelia merely shook her head, teeth once again sinking into her bottom lip. "Don't allow him to win. Don't allow him to destroy you completely. At least just go to the event in Los Angeles this weekend, soak in the memories. Once you're standing backstage, hearing the roar of the audience - you remember it, don't you? - do you think you'll be able to let some stupid boy deter you from your life goal?" Again, Aurelia simply shook her head. "Good. Now, go home and pack. Call one of your friends, have them meet you. Hell, I'm sure Theodore would be perfectly alright with flying with you."

Flattening her expression, Aurelia jerked an eye up to inspect her therapist's face. "So, if there's that fourteen percent chance that an air stewardess has an ample chest and a tiny body, I can hear him make his little pre-teen comments about it?" She interjected with a chuckle, eyes rolling as she slowly leaned forward. Pressing her torso against the lower portion of her body, she tugged herself free from her therapist's restraints as she wrapped her arms around herself tightly. "Fine. I'll go. . . But if I see him - "

"If you see him, you're going to keep your head up and you're going to ignore his existence. He's nothing to you anymore, Aurelia. Remember that. He ruined everything; don't allow him the satisfaction of winning the entire game."

Five days later.

"So anyway, there I was on the plane and - "

"Please don't let him tell the story." Aurelia muttered with a sigh, eyes flickering over to the infamous man settled on the bench parallel to her. With a chuckle, his eyes adverted from his daughter's headband that was cradled in the palms of his hands towards the captivating blonde whose green eyes were focused upon him. "He wouldn't shut up the entire bloody ride here."

"You were asking for it." Randy retorted with a chuckle, blindly wrapping the headband around his ring finger with a sigh. "I don't know why you'd put yourself through more torture, to be brutally honest. You choose Ted, of all people, to welcome you back into the company. Ted. Not me, not Cody, not Matt, not even Nick - Ted."

"I was bit by the idiocy bug?" She replied with an upward inflection, her eyebrow slowly lifting upwards as Ted released a huff on the opposite side of the room. Flickering her eyes in his direction, Aurelia released a small giggle. "Go hunt Matthew down, I'm sure he'd love nothing more than to hear of it."

"He's a party pooper." Ted whined in response, stamping his foot down for dramatic effect while crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

"Your face."

"Your mother."

"Your ass."

"Is nice?"

"Says Adam Lambert, maybe."

"Is that a gay joke?"

"You're a gay joke."

"Says the one who voted 'No' on Prop 8. OH, DISS."

"You silly boy, it's simple. I promote gay rights, I just simply do not promote YOUR gay-ness."

"You silly bigot, everyone promotes my everything." Ted remarked with a toothy grin as Aurelia's eyes rolled, mouth falling ajar in response.

"Children, stop it." Randy remarked with a chuckle, raising both hands in the air as he extended them in both of the individual's directions. "Fortunately, one of us has a job to do. Watch him for me, will you? I don't want him straying around." He remarked with a chuckle, nodding in Ted's direction prompting a smile to slip over Aurelia's face. Taking several steps towards Ted, he settles his hands upon his comrade's shoulder with a sigh, voice lowering several octaves to prevent Aurelia from hearing further. "I've got some buck-toothed bastard's face to kick in. Just keep her entertained, away from the television, alright?"

"Yeah, sure. . ." He muttered softly, nodding his head as Randy slapped the younger generation superstar on the back, exiting slowly. "You want to bet me twenty dollars that I could scarf down a donut quicker than you?"

"Not possible." Aurelia remarked sternly, arms crossing over her chest. "Have you seen the big I dated? He shoved more food down his throat than you did, and he practically prepared me for the eating Olympics."

"Is there such a thing?" He questioned with a blank gaze, simply shaking his head. "You have no idea what you'd be getting yourself into, little girl." He remarked with a chuckle, eyes shooting staged daggers in her direction.

"Twenty dollars and a pair of shoes, and I'll accept any eating challenge you'll throw my way." Aurelia lifted up to her feet to inspect Ted's skeptical stare, his eyebrow lifting upwards. Strutting towards him with a tilted head, her hand slowly extended out towards him with a giggle. "And maybe, just maybe, if you win - I'll be your designated driver for the next six months. Fair?"

"Deal!" Ted squealed, quickly shaking her hand as he released a slur of giggles, hopping up and down to clap his hands excitedly. Pausing mid-step, he eyed the skeptical stare of his petite blonde friend, releasing a sigh. Lifting a hand in the air, he flicked it in her direction with the roll of his eyes twirling around as his voice raised several octaves: "So not cool, girlfriend. 'last time I ever try to make you smile."

Rolling her eyes, Aurelia pushed past him to press open the door, her eyes meeting his beautiful blues. Her mouth slowly fell ajar as she took a short step back, colliding into Teddy's chest as he gazed in her direction. Nervously jerking her eyes down, her fingers began to twirl around in front of her as the man released a chuckle. "Where's Orton? Vince said him and I need to improvise something post - "

"Find him your damned self." Ted remarked with a scowl, prompting the man to take several steps back to collide into the chest of his recently signed protégé. Twirling Aurelia around, Ted shoved her behind him as his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "Git, the both of you. Now." He threatened with a growl, jerking his head in the direction of the corridor to the door's right. The man simply lifted his hand in response, twirling around to slap the chest of his friend who's eyes were focused upon the blonde peeping around Ted's shoulder.

"Come on, bro. Now." The two walked down the hall in silence as Ted twirled around to inspect the stunned expression plastered across his young friend's face. Pushing past Ted, Aurelia moved out into the hall to inspect them, her head tilting to the side as she took in a deep breath, eyes rolling over towards Ted.

"Who was with him?"

"His name's Kevin. Just don't worry about it, kiddo. Come on, let's go eat - on me, alright? We can make fun of the dude's working at Subway because they're making YOU a sandwich." He remarked with a kind tone, his arms wrapping around his friend's upper body as he tugged her close into her with a hug. "Don't even worry about it, Aurelia. Mike? He's a fuckin' douche bag. Just keep your head up. . . Keep your head up." His warmth soothed her, his body slowly rocking from side to side prompting her to shut her eyes and soak momentarily in the silence. "He isn't worth it, kid. . . You can't let him be the reason you fall. Come on. I'm going to send you into a food coma."

With a chuckle, Aurelia simply nodded her head taking several steps beside him before quickly twirling around to dash inside of the locker room to retrieve her purse. Her iPhone dinged perfectly in time, prompting her eyes to focus upon the buckled section on the front portion. Flapping it open, she twirled it around to inspect the memorized number, a growl coming from her lips as she opened the message.

"You looked beautiful. I miss you. Sincerely, -"

Her eyes adverted from the four letter name on the screen as she held back tears, blinking rapidly to force them to retreat back into their ducts. Taking several seconds to herself, she strode outwards with the fake smile that plastered her face for the months post the roller coaster relationship. Taking her place back by Ted, her eyes adverted down to the iPhone as it tinged with another message.

"I'm sorry for all I did. I sincerely apologize, Auri. I pray you can forgive me. I'm sure you deleted my number, and I'm positive you remember it, but it's Mike, and I just wanted you to know. . . I love you."

And that is when she broke down.

OKAY, so this is my first fanfic ever. I'm sorry if it sucks. D: But it's kinda shit, I admit. I think it is, but I'm very critical of my own writings and stuff. Leave reviews and tell me if it's horrendous or not, please! Tell me where I can improve, etc!

Anyway, thanks for reading!

XOXO, Sam!