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Chapter 2.

After several lay overs and hours in the air, I had finally arrived at my destination. I walked out of the Tampa International Airport after claiming my luggage and searching for a hotel to stay in, hailing a cab.

"Where to?" the cab driver asked as he got in.

"Uhm, I believe it's called the Hyatt Regency?" I really hoped I remembered right.

He took off and I assumed I had said the right name. The driver made casual conversation along the way, my replies were one worded and simple.

We arrived at the Hyatt and I walked inside. The lobby was spacious, dimly lit and decorated nicely, this was definitely a great choice.

"Welcome to the Hyatt Regency Tampa, my name is Alison, how may I help you?"

"I was wondering if you had any rooms available?"

Alison tapped away at the computer, her nails painted a bright red, " We're quite full at the moment so all I have is a single king bed room for $189.00 a night, is that alright?"

"That would be fine, I'm alone." I replied handing over my credit card.

"And how long will you be staying with us?"

Crap. I hadn't really planned that far ahead. What was I supposed to say? Maybe I should just stay for a week and see where things go from there? Yeah, that sounded good.

"I honestly don't know, I just hopped on a plane and came here. Uhm, a week for now I suppose?" I replied, hoping she didn't think I was a total nutcase.

"Okay," she smiled as she scanned my credit card and clicked away, "room 836, floor eight. The elevators are to your left and if there's anything else you need you can phone down to the front desk"

"Thank you Alison" I smiled, happy that she had at least been friendly.

"Enjoy your stay with us Miss. Taylor" she called out as I walked away.

I got to my room, shocked at the size. This was definitely more than I had expected from a single room. I walked over to the window, still not fully able to comprehend all that had happened within the past 32 hours. Here I was all the way in Tampa, alone and with no idea where to go. Was this really the best idea? I mean, at home I would be alone as well. At least here the weather was warm and I'd hopefully be able to relax.

I sighed and walked away from the window and towards the bed where I had set my purse down. I pulled out my phone and turned it on, slightly surprised to see that I only had two voicemails.

I played the first message, "Hey Princess, it's your dad. I know you said you'd call me, but I just wanted to make sure you're safe. I tried to talk to your mother…she's still very upset, but I expect her to get over that at some point. Jamie called, she's very sorry. I know you won't forgive her any time soon, you always were a stubborn one. You know, you broke some bones in Brads hand. I laughed when I heard, your mother didn't have the same reaction I did. I hope you're doing well sweetie, call me back as soon as you can. I love you"

I smiled, I loved my dad. He really was understand and more calm then my mother was. She had always cared about what people thought of her while he could care less. I was more like him and I could not be happier.

The second message was from David, how lovely.

"Hello Rebecca, it's me. Uh, I couldn't just sit around here and not call you to try and explain what happened. I know that there isn't anything that I can say that will make you forgive me. What I've been doing these past few months is just horrible and I can't even begin to tell you how bad I feel. I should of told you, Jamie and Brad should've told you, we all should've grown some balls and told you. Jessica and I, well, we're actually quite serious I suppose. I got all my stuff, the house is yours. I'm really sorry everything happened this way. Please come home so we can talk face to face. You can't run from all your problems."

You know, I've never really said I hated someone and meant it. I firmly believed that love and hate were two very strong emotions and that people shouldn't just throw those words around as if they meant nothing. It took a lot for me to love someone and it took just as much, if not more for me to hate them. Right now, I didn't hate David, but I was close. How dare he say that I couldn't run from my problems? I could do whatever the hell I wanted to. Sorry I didn't exactly feel like being around the three people that had stabbed me in the back.

With the way I was brought up I lived to please my family and not always for myself. If my mother was pleased, everything was fine. When I was ten I took piano lessons because she wanted me to. I hated it, it was definitely the worst part of my week, but I did it to please her. When I was in highschool I dated certain boys to please her, not because I truly was attracted to them. After leaving home so suddenly, doing something for myself, I decided that slowly but surely I was starting to live life for myself and with no regrets

#16 - Live with no regrets.

Punk's POV.

Here we were, finally back in Tampa after the latest European tour. I love my job, don't get me wrong, but it's just exhausting. Being away from home and always being on the road drains you. I enjoy being on tour, getting to meet the fans and experience a lot.

It's often been said that I'm kind of a manwhore. I mean, there is a certain amount of truth to that. Let's be honest though, if you had women throwing themselves at you every night and they were down to fuck would you push them away? I know I wouldn't, and I don't. A lot of the other guys are the same, married or not. I didn't agree with that, when you're married you should be committed to one girl and one girl only.

I am single though, and I plan to stay that way for a while. Rumors are rumors, I'm not dating anyone. Dirt sheets are generally bullshit. Beth and I? We're friends and nothing more, she's very talented and one of the few good Divas.

Tonight the I along with the few guys that stayed in Tampa were going out to some bar. I found it entertaining going out with them. I got to watch these guys get totally wasted and make fools out of themselves. it was the same routine every night. They'd go try and pick up a girl by buying her a drink, they'd get rejected and drink until they gained their confidence back. After that they'd go hit on girls until they found someone who either knew who they were or was just ready to go.

I didn't often resort to picking up girls at the bar, being the designated driver usually "cramped my style." I don't know why, but I feel like tonight is going to be different. I think tonight I might just have fun, not worrying about the other guys and whether they'll be fine. They would be, they always were. Tonight I was going to do me, no regrets.

A/N : So, I'm definitely not 100% satisfied with this but I've been sitting here with the rest of the story planned out and this one chapter not working for me. It's more of a filler chapter and just introducing everything.

I'm uploading this the day after Edge announced his retirement. Last night was definitely very emotional, school today with my friends was emotional, and Smackdown will be emotional. He was a great wrestler, he's inspired many and put his all into the business he loved. Thank you Edge 3