This is Part 3 of the Devil on My Shoulder series. Hopefully this part is better than the others. Definitely better than Part 2, which was a hot fucking mess. Like, let's be honest. As always, the first chapter is farther ahead in time than the rest of the story, and chapter two is the 'beginning'. And again, as always, I don't own the WWE.

CHAPTER 1: SORRY, BUT NOT ENOUGH

NOVEMBER 2014

PUNK

I stood there frozen. She held her cheek and I could see tears forming, short distressed breaths clear in the cold Chicago air. There were a million words waiting on the tip of my tongue as the diamond tear drops fell from her bright blue eyes. I was so used to seeing those electric blues roll, and narrow, and crackle with fire, but this was so wrong. They were so sad. Not even the slightest trace of anger in them. Maybe there was even a bit of fear. A look so foreign to her gorgeous face; I felt devastated that I put it there.

"I'm sorry," I rushed. "I am so fucking sorry, Ryenne." I couldn't think of anything better to say, and what I had said was horribly unsatisfactory. Just saying 'sorry' was a massive understatement. "You just… You piss me off so fucking much, and-" What the actual fuck was I saying? This wasn't her fault.

She walked past me and started walking through the parking lot at a furious pace. I turned and followed her. A lump was forming in my throat and I realized how hard my heart was beating. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. As I caught up, she wouldn't even look at me. My mind raced with things to say, but all of it just seemed so inefficient. I tried to think what I could say to make everything okay, but there was nothing. I couldn't even think of anything to say that would result in forgiveness.

"Ryenne, please. I am so goddam sorry. I lost it. I did the worst thing I could have done and I am so sorry."

"Stop following me," she said, pushing my shoulder, walking at a break neck pace.

"Where are you going?" I asked, hoping she at least had a plan. It was close to midnight and she couldn't just wander in the city.

"What makes you think I'd fucking tell you!" She said, finally looking at me. Her lip was slightly lopsided from swelling. Her mascara was running down her face with her tears. I wanted to die. "Just fuck off."

"I'll walk you back to the hotel, and I'll leave right when we get there. I promise. I just wanna make sure you're safe." I pleaded. She stopped walking and turned around to look at me directly.

"What makes you think I'm safe with you?!" She shouted, shoving me full on. I had to step back to get my balance. "You think I'm not scared right now? You think I'm not scared you'll fucking hit me again!?"

"Ryenne, I-" I tried. I wanted to tell her I'd never hit her again. I wouldn't lose control.

"Are you listening to me!? I don't want to be near you right now!" She said, shoving me again. "I don't want to be near you ever again." She was furious. She had every right, but I just wanted to hold her until she felt better, even if I was the one that hurt her. I wanted to make it go away. I wished it had never happened. I reached for her, and she flinched. My stomach dropped.

"I'm not gonna-" I tired, but I was cut off by threatening tears.

"No, you can't walk me back to the hotel, Punk. I'll take the devil I don't know over the one I do right now." She said, then walked away.

A/N: Going back to September. Please leave reviews. If people like it, I'll probably keep writing it.