Here he was again. He promised himself that he wouldn't let this happen. Why was he so weak?

Randy Orton had just had his heart broken. Again.

Lieing on the hotel bed, bottle of whisky in hand, he could help the tears that fell from his eyes and dripped down his chin. As much as he told himself it didn't matter, it did. This wasn't the first time he had let someone do this to him, infact it happened more times than he cared to remember. Yet the pain was just as intense as the first.

Adam had been cheating. Not with another man, no, but with a woman! And that made it even worse. Wiping the tears from his eyes Randy took another drink of whisky, Adam had chosen the woman over him and again it wasn't the first time. His first love did this to him, promised him that he was the only one, that he was the love of his life and that no one would ever compare to him. Yet when it came down to it, Hunter chose Steph….the memory was as raw as ever…

"It's just easier this way, you know what will happen to my career if anyone finds out about us"

Randy couldn't believe what he was hearing, Hunter was breaking up with him, after being together for over two years. "You can't do this…I…I mean….we…." His voice broke and he collapsed to the ground with grief, tears flooding down his face.

"I love her…I don't love you. Lets face it Randy, you were nothing more than a decent fuck and even then your nothing compared to her." With that Hunter left the room, leaving Randy devastated, heart broken and alone.

"Fucking hell" Randy swore as fresh tears began to prick at his eyes. Fingers lightly grazed over the scar on his left wrist, he had cut himself that night, not deep enough to kill but enough to leave a scar and to feel pain. It wasn't the last time he cut himself either. After Hunter there was Dave…. Randy's night in shining armour, riding in on a grand stallion and sweeping Randy off his feet. Dave wanted Randy off his feet alright. Off his feet, and on his back while he was the one being ridden.

"You mean the world to me. I will kill for you. I will never do anything to harm you" All pretty lies Dave had told him. What a crock of shit,. That lasted all of about five minutes. It wasn't long before Dave began to get over protective, never letting Randy out of his sight. Then the verbal insults started, swiftly followed by the slaps and the punches. Randy would acquire a new bruise every week, and then every day new bruises would appear on his otherwise perfect body.

Randy rolled over and looked at the clock. 2:36 Am. Jesus this was going to be a long night, he thought darkly as he placed his now empty bottle of whisky on the night table. Sitting up he rubbed his blood shot eyes and sighed. He knew he needed more alcohol but couldn't muster the strength to get out of bed. His handsome face looked poorly, his skin was pale, his eyes were bloodshot and he had dried tear marks on his cheeks and chin, not to mention that his nose was running. Not that he cared, he could look a mess for the rest of his life, he wasn't going to let anyone get close to him again. It always ended the same, he would fall so in love that he wouldn't be able to live without them and then they would break his pathetic little heart.

A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts and he froze. Fuck. What if it was Adam? Or worse, someone looking a cheap fuck knowing that he was single and most certainly on the rebound. He closed his eyes and willed himself not to breakdown, maybe if he just sat and didn't make any noise the person would leave. Another knock. This time it was heavy and it made Randy jump. He didn't have any friends, no one would come to his door unless they were looking a one night stand, and Randy would rarely say no to a good a fuck.

Then the most surprising thing of all happened. A soft voice came from behind the door "Randy I know your in there, please open the door. I just…fuck…I just want to make sure your ok"

It was John Cena.