Hey guys this is my new story. This story is going to switch points of view, because I'm writing it 1st person. Read…leave a review…do your thing. I'm going to use the same disclaimer throughout the story so I don't have to keep posting it.
Disclaimer: I own my characters and my plot. Everything else belongs to the WWE or whomever respectively. So don't sue me V. Mac, I don't have anything you'd want.
It was about 5:30 Thursday morning, and the alarm just started going off. I was already awake, hell I never really went to sleep. I hadn't slept well for the past three days. Ever since Sunday I've had the strangest feeling that something wasn't right. Now, I look at her and my stomach twists in knots, and I feel like I'm going to puke. She looks at me like nothing is wrong but I can see the deceit in her eyes. She doesn't know, but I see.
I turned the alarm off and pushed her off of me, so I could get up. Why did she have to sleep so close to me? I could smell him on her still, and yet she had the nerve to lie on my chest and fall asleep. I had to end this, and soon. My only problem was how. I still loved her even if she was screwing around on me. I didn't want to make a big scene out of it all. I'd give her that much respect. Word travels like disease in the locker room.
I decided to get a shower and go to the offices early. We'd just flown from L.A. to Stamford yesterday for some stupid meeting about new staff members. I never understood why they introduce us to these people. They stay at the office and 95% of the time we never interact with them, but Vince said it was mandatory.
I took my clothes into the bathroom and turned the hot water on. I needed to clear my head. Stepping in the shower the steam from the water alone burned my skin a little. My mind started to wander…
(Flashback: Tuesday night after smackdown taping)
"Dude what are you in such a rush for? We just wrapped the show".
"It's our anniversary. I want to get back to the hotel early"
"Yea but she's probably still in the shower"
"I know but I want to set the room up"
"Uhm isn't that something women do"
"You're absolutely no help and a terrible friend Hennigan"
"Ok ok listen Punk, I'm gonna stop laughing at you"
"Gee, thanks"
"Do you need my help with anything…I'll redeem myself"
"Yeah if you see Maria in the hall, stall her. I need all the time I can get"
"You got it man"
I left in a hurry, after giving my friend John Hennigan simple directions to occupy my girlfriend of 2 years, Maria. I'm crazy about this girl. That is why I want every thing to be perfect tonight. It took me four months to pick out the perfect ring. I figured tonight would be the perfect night to pop the question. I called the hotel last week and arrange for them to set up our room. Candles, flowers, music, hot tub, the whole deal. I wanted to get back early so I could check on everything and change. I looked at the clock in the dash of my rental.
"11:30. Perfect, she shouldn't be back until midnight" I said out loud trying to encourage myself.
(Meanwhile backstage at the Staples Center in Los Angeles)
"Hey Ash have you seen Maria around" John asked as he was walking by Ashley Massaro.
"Nah dude. She was out of here before the show even finished taping. Why?" She asked looking at him with shifty eyes.
"Phil is doing something special for their anniversary and I had to keep her busy for a while" he mumbled while frantically digging through his pockets for his phone.
"Awww" she gushed.
"Not so awww. She's probably at the hotel already and he doesn't know" he explained after successfully finding his phone.
"Oh oh oh…call him" she yelled.
"I am, nerd" he said as he was dialing Phil's number.
John and Phil had been friends since they met. He had to warn Phil that Maria was already there. Maybe he could switch his plans up last minute and still pull something off.
(Back at the hotel)
I let the valet park the car, and practically ran into the hotel. I pushed the elevator button about 40 times. Impatient was my persona tonight. I wouldn't rest until everything was perfect and she was walking in the door. I figured I'd propose on the balcony. There was a great view and the cool air would make it that much more comfortable. Which was good because I was nervous as hell. The elevator opened to the 15th floor, and I slid the key card in and pushed the door open, not even bothering to turn on the lights. I needed to pee, and the bathroom was too far for my liking.
"Maybe I shouldn't have rushed out of the arena so fast" I thought to myself a laughed lightly.
I distinctly heard two voices, and out of the corner of my eye I saw figures on the balcony. Then I heard a laugh.
"Maria.." I thought.
That was her laugh. I eased up close to the sliding doors to see who else was with her and what they were doing. My jaw clenched along with my fists when I saw what was going on. She was out there. Pressed up against the wall, and he was fucking her. Nick Nemeth was fucking MY girlfriend. I heard them talking and listened.
"Hurry up Phil is going to be back soon" she said with panted breathing.
"I'm working as fast as I can. This is why I wanted to go to my room" he said a bit louder than he should have.
"Keep your voice down Nick, someone could hear you" she replied covering his mouth with her hand as he thrust into her a pushed her harder against the wall behind her.
That was all I could take. I walked out of the room and down the hall. I had no idea where I was going, but I needed to get away. If I didn't I'd loose my job and freedom, because I'd be going to jail for double homicide. I took the stairs all the way down to the lobby and almost took the door off the hinges walking outside. My phone started to ring, and out of habit I flipped it open and answered it.
"What" I damn near screamed in the phone.
"Dude relax I was just calling to tell you Maria, left early and she's probably at the hotel already" John rambled.
"I'm well aware" I grunted.
"What's with you, where are you" he questioned me.
"Outside leaving"
"What, why, where are you going, where's Maria" he continued with the questions.
"Upstairs, on the balcony, against the wall, with Nick in between her legs" I said and ran my hand through my hair plopping on a bench outside the hotel.
"Nick? Who the fuck is Nick" he asked confused.
"The Dolph Ziggler prick…remember" I huffed.
"Oh right, well listen I'm on my way. Don't go anywhere or kill anybody" he said hanging up the phone.
John sped all the way to the hotel, praying he didn't get a ticket or wreck. This was his car not a rental. He relented to slow down for stops signs though. His boy needed him, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to come through for Phil. He made a right turn and pulled in front of the hotel, seeing his friend on a bench with his head in his hands.
"Get in" Hennigan called after rolling down the window.
Phil didn't say a word. He just got into the car. John drove back to his house. He let Phil vent and get everything off his chest. He even offered to plot Nick's murder with him. Phil wasn't up for it, although the idea made John laugh. Nick was an annoying little fuck. One of those douche bags that followed everyone around trying way too hard to fit in. John figured he was probably fucking Maria, just to be more like Phil. When he shared that idea out loud it made Phil laugh for a minute. At about 4 am Phil went back to his hotel room. Deciding not to confront Maria right away, he kept quiet once he walked in.
I saw her laying there, the light from the bedside lamp illuminating the red in her hair. The site of her made chunks rise in my throat. She shifted and slowly opened her eyes.
"Hey baby" she said in a sleepy voice.
I just nodded.
"Where were you" she asked in a soft tone.
"Out" I grunted.
"What's wrong" she asked.
Like she gives a shit. Maybe I should just tell her. "Uhm your fucking someone else, and I wanted to propose to you" I thought to myself. No. I took my shoes off and layed in bed. I switched the lamp off, and layed there not looking at her.
"Nothing. Goodnight" I said flatly, dismissing her.
She laughed. That God forsaken fucking laugh that I heard earlier.
"I missed you" she mumbled in a baby voice.
I turned over and pushed her arm off of me, and pretended to be asleep.
(End Flashback)
"Oh yeah, I need to end this" I said out loud to nobody but myself.
Turning the shower off, I got out and quickly got dressed. I left the room after grabbing my keys and wallet. The less interaction I had with her, the better.