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Tears poured from the short woman's eyes as she stared down at the man. As he writhed on the mat in pain, she slowly cracked her devious smile. He looked just like her heart. Broken, damaged. Destroyed. She kneeled down and took his face in her hands. He looked up at her, his eyes begging for forgiveness. AJ laughed, and kissed him. Then she dropped him, and stumbled out of the ring. The emotions still danced around inside of her dark mind. The joy of her revenge, and the pain of Dolph dumping her. Her legs were getting heavy. She hurried to her locker room. Away from the booing crowd. Away from the tormenting words. Just, away.
She opened the door and collapsed on the floor. Her friend, Big E, closed the door and left her to be alone. AJ crawled across the floor into a corner. She gathered herself and sat up. The she buried her face in her knees and sobbed. He was supposed to be the one. The one who would never hurt me. The one who loved me. Mistake after mistake. She thought. She wiped away the tears with her wrist. Then she checked to see if she had any more segments tonight. She didn't see one. So AJ decided to get the hell out of there. She grabbed her duffel bag, pulled her grey hoodie on, and put up the hood, to avoid any cameras. Then she slipped out the door and quietly ran down the hall.
She got to the garage and sprinted to her car. After she got in she surveyed the area, and saw a camera man coming toward her. She dug through her bag looking frantically for her keys. But when she looked up, there was a camera in her face. She sighed. The sticker sticker on the camera said "WWE App Exclusive". Great.
"Can I help you?" She asked, putting emphasis on her annoyed.
"Where are you going, AJ?" He asked.
"Anywhere is better than here," She said, another tear running down her cheek. Then AJ turned the key and drove away before he could ask another question. Then she pulled down her hood and pulled her hair from her hoodie. She turned up the music to drown out her painful thoughts. It hurt her ears, but not as much as her thoughts hurt her brain.
"AJ? Are you in there?" The man knocked again. "AJ, if you're in there, can we talk?"
"AJ just left. Check the WWE App Exclusive," Dolph said. "And what would YOU want with AJ, Punk?" Punk just stared at Dolph. He wanted to tell Dolph Paul Heyman was the reason he and AJ were so torn up. He cared about her until Paul twisted his mind around. Now that he saw Paul for what he was, he needed to patch it up with AJ. But instead, he just stared Dolph down.
"I just, wanted to see if she was okay," Punk said. It wasn't a lie, just not the whole truth. Dolph just walked away. Punk then pulled out his phone and dialed AJ's number. He was immediately sent to her voicemail.
"Hey, AJ, it's Punk. Just wanted to call to see if you were okay. And I wanted to know if we could talk later. I was going to talk to you on the phone, but you sent me to voicemail. And I want you to hear this yourself, not through a recording. So, call me back."
AJ listened to the message over and over. Punk wanted to talk? Last she remembered, he publicly humiliated her. More tears and bad memories flooded her head. She curled up under the covers and tried to block them out. Just as she began to drift to sleep, she heard a soft knock on her door. AJ got up and moped over to the door. She looked through the peephole and saw Punk with a serious look on his face. She slowly opened the door.
"Yeah?" AJ muttered.
"Can we talk?" Punk asked.
"Why? Is there a camera, waiting to capture my humiliation? Or better yet, false accusations about a certain security tape?" AJ laughed. Punk knew what she meant.
"I'm sorry I didn't fess up to that tape. I know that it was wrong to let Cena take the hit for that. And I'm sorry for everything I said and did after you dumped me. I just want you to know, that wasn't me. It was some crazy-ass thing Paul Heyman created. I found my head, and know that I never really stopped caring AJ," Punk said. AJ just stared at him, then she smiled.
"You never stopped caring? Well, then, maybe you should've told me that a YEAR ago. Not NOW. If you really cared, you would've told me at Money in the Bank last year. But all you never stopped caring for, was that God damn BELT. Thanks for the apology, it almost sounded sincere. But I can't forgive and forget," AJ ranted.
"AJ, I-" Punk began.
AJ cut him off. "Bye, Punk." And slammed the door in his face. Then AJ put her back to the door and slid down to the floor. Then she buried her face in her knees and cried. Punk put his ear to the door, and listened to her. Then he sat on the floor and put his face in his hands. They were torn up more than he thought. He knew he had to fix it.