Hi everyone, so this is the first fanfic I have ever written. It's just a oneshot, unless you guys think I should keep it going. Please review, and feel free to be honest. I want to know if this sucks or not! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own Randy Orton.
The house was dark and quiet. Tinsley lay motionless on the bed, waiting to hear any sign of his arrival. It was another night alone, another fight waiting to happen and another night that Randy undoubtedly spent in bed with someone other than her. Her breath caught in her chest at the very thought of some other woman touching Randy. The idea that he was sleeping with other people wasn't new, she estimated it had been going on for at least two years, but that didn't stop the hurt from coursing through her veins every time she thought about it.
Every night Tinsley plotted her exit. She planned how she would leave, who she would stay with, what she would say. She'd thought it through so many times she even had an idea of what outfit she would wear. But her plans were always cut short. Because every single morning when she woke up she didn't find a pompous asshole who couldn't remain faithful, instead she found a sliver of a man so filled with pain and depression he felt he had no other choice but to hurt other people.
When they'd first met Randy would have moved the world for her. He asked her to quit her job so that she could come on the road with him, he'd asked her to move her belongings from her small dingy apartment to his huge house, he'd called her a thousand times a day on the rare occasions they were apart. But somewhere along the way they'd hit a seemingly impassable roadblock in their relationship. Suddenly he left her at home more often, and became increasingly harder to contact by phone. She'd known it was the beginning of the end then. She also knew that on the rare times he returned her calls while on the road that he was with his fling of the night. He got some sick satisfaction out of talking to his girlfriend on the phone while he was with the girl he'd be having sex with later.
But tonight, tonight after four years of being with a man who only told her he loved while they had sex, Tinsley was leaving. Her bags were already packed, neatly placed in the corner. Her car keys were on the table by the door just waiting to be stuck in the ignition. The only thing she was waiting for was Randy. She figured she would have the decency to tell Randy she was leaving to his face, a courtesy he hadn't offered her when he'd checked out emotionally all those years ago.
The clicked shut ripping Tinsley from her thoughts. Her whole body tensed as she sat up and swung her feet off the side of the bed. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears.
Randy walked into the bedroom and flipped the light on. Tinsley drew in her breath quickly at the sight of him, something she had done so many times she'd lost count. No matter how bad things got, she could never get over how beautiful he was. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt, not bothering to notice her bags in the corner.
"Why are you still up?" he asked allowing his jeans to fall to the ground as he spoke. He collapsed onto the bed with a little groan before she could answer. Tinsley stood up, she knew she couldn't trust herself in the bed with him.
"We need to talk." she said.
"We'll have to talk in the morning, I'm exhausted."
"No, now."
He rolled onto his back and raised his eyebrows at her with an annoyed grunt escaping from his lips.
"Fine, what's so important that we can't discuss it in the morning over breakfast?"
"Randy, I can't live like this anymore." Tinsley said, her delicate voice starting to shake.
"Live like what?" he asked pushing himself up onto his elbows and knitting his eyebrows together.
"Like- Randy, you know what I am talking about. You aren't dumb, so don't act like you are. It's over. I'm leaving." Tinsley said in one fast breath.
His mouth dropped open into a perfect 'O' and a look of hurt crossed over his face. Tinsley felt her knees go weak and for a moment she could feel herself trying to will herself to stay. She shook her head as if to rid herself of the thought. She braced herself for him to scream at her, so she was shocked when he very softly said
"Tinsy, don't be like this." Randy got to his feet in one swift motion and made a move towards her.
Tinsley stumbled backwards and held out her arms signaling him to stop.
"Randy, stop. No. We aren't going to do this. This has been a long time coming and I'm through. I've made up my mind." Tinsley cursed herself as the first tear escaped from her eye. She knew that once she started crying she would not be able to stop.
She spun around and grabbed the first of her bags. She glided past him and hurried to down the stairs to her car.
She left the trunk open as she ran back inside to get the rest of her bags as quickly as possible.
Randy sat on the bed watching her go back and forth as she loaded up her life into her tiny mini cooper. He hated that car, but it was the one she wanted so he'd surprised her with it as a birthday present a year ago.
Finally, when the last of her bags were loaded she returned to their bedroom. Their bedroom, which was now just HIS bedroom. She stopped in the doorway and just looked at him for a long time. It was already late and Tinsley's best friend, Megan, was waiting on her. Megan had been the first person Tinsley broke the news too, and she had graciously offered her home to her best friend for as long as she needed it. After what seemed like hours she walked to the bed, pulled his head up so he was looking at her and kissed his cheek. Then she slowly turned around and walked out of the room. When he heard the door shut he knew she had walked out of his life.
