A/N: So this is my new story. I hope you all love this one. I have written up to chapter 9 long hand and decided that maybe you all should get in on it. I hope you all love this. Enjoy! Read and Review.
It had been two weeks since I had that run in with Phil. Randy and I broke up shortly after that meeting with Phil. TMZ had a picture if us at that diner. That was had to explain considering I was kissing Phil on the cheek when the picture was taken. I paced the room of my apartment as my phone was glued to my ear.
"I understand, Mr. McMahon." I said.
"Amila, we will be sad to see you go, but I understand that you need time to yourself. If you have any thoughts of rejoining the group, please give me a call. We will gladly have you back on the team."
"Thank you, sir."
"Oh, Amila, I'm sorry about Randy not working out. I hope you have good luck in your future relationships."
"Again, thank you."
"I'm sorry to cut this short, but I have a meeting to attend. Good luck in your future and stay well."
"You too, sir, good-bye." with that I hung up.
I was about to sit down on my couch when a knock at the door stopped me. I sighed and walked to the door. Before I could get there, another knock sounded throughout my small apartment.
"Coming," I said loudly. I opened the door and my jaw dropped at the sight before me. "How did you know I was here?"
"You have always lived here. When you wasn't on the road, that is. Remember, I use to come here with you when we were together." He smiled and walked past me.
I shut the door and turned to face him. I was about to say something, but just as my mouth opened his lips were on mine. His hands were in my hair and he had me up against the door. I didn't want to, but I did. I resonded to it. After a few moments, I let out a moan. My eyes snapped opened and I pushed him off of me.
"Phil, this is a mistake." I walked pass him.
I sat down on the sofa. I put my face in my hands. I felt Phil sit beside me and sighed. I wanted this to be more. I have always loved him. I just didn't think I could trust him anymore after last time.
"Amila," Phil whispered. He grabbed my hands making me stare at him. "I love you."
I shook my head, not wanting to believe what he just said.
"We have no future." I said before I looked away from him. I didn't want him to see the tears that threatened to escape.
"Listen, let us try one more time. If we don't work out, we can split up and not be together anymore."
The tears were now flowing freely down my cheeks. I looked at him and whispered, "I don't think I can." My makeup was all messed up. My stupid tears, why now after so long, why fall now?
"Amilia Ann Copeland, please forgive me. Give me one more shot. We could be a future, but only if you say so."
I stared at him. His hand started caressing my cheek, wiping away my tears. Phil had always been sweet and caring.
"You will leave again." I whispered closing my eyes as more tears fell.
"Not this time."
He pulled me into his chest. I didn't move. I had always loved the way he smelled. It wasn't too over powering like all the others. I had always been in love with him.
-FlashBack-
"Amila, open this door!"
"I don't want to ever see you again." I yelled through the bathroom door.
"Baby, please, you don't know understand."
"I understand perfectly well, you are just like my brother and with the same woman!" I began to cry.
"Baby, it's not what you think. Please just come out so we can talk."
I didn't know what to do. How was I suppose to react to him? I knew one things for sure, I couldn't see his face. If I looked at his eyes, I would be a gonner. I loved him so much that it hurt. Seeing him with Amy, that broke my heart. What if he's telling the truth? I saw him and Amy kissing, how could he be telling the truth. My head was so confused right now.
"Just go," I said as I slid down the door and sat on the floor as more tears fell.
"Baby, I love you. Always will. I'm sorry." I heard footsteps and the bedroom door open.
I waited a few minutes before I got up and walked out of the bathroom. I walked to window and watched as Phil got in his car. He backed out of the driveway very slowly. I turned around before I could see him drive away from me and out of my life. Phil had hurt me and I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to be alone. I needed to talk to someone, so I called the first person I thought of. I called my brother, Adam.
A/N: Ok, Second Chapter, hope you like it. There is more to come and a lot more Punk and Adam to come. Read and Review!
