Chapter 2

6 months went by and I hadn't heard anything from Randy which hurt me even more than I have these couple of months, I stay off to myself now days not wanting to talk or seeing anyone. I do my job at home and emailed my papers in to Vince to avoid bumping into Randy. The only time I went to the office was for the meetings we had every month. When we had them, I still got scared of the chance I might see Randy.

The pain that I started getting when I left Randy six months ago, still comes all the time hurting so bad that I had to stop and sit down until I finally cried all the pain out. The pain felt like my heart was telling me to go back to him even though he cheated on me left and right. Plus he never even gave me an apology or an explanation once; things just went back to normal. I cooked, I cleaned, etc. While he watched TV or went to the gym (or as he said), some days he'd come home all sweaty and other times he'd come home clean. Nothing ever seemed to change with him. He always thought that he was god's gift to woman and that he would really settle down and marries someone. All he ever really wanted from that relationship was someone here to do all the cooking, and things that needed to be done.

I pulled a tissue from the box and cleaned my eyes slowly trying to get the memories away from my mind, but one showed up for a reason. It was the time I met Randy at the Christmas party they had at work at headquarters of WWE. He was wearing a nice white dress jacket and dress pants to match. The dress shirt was blue behind the jacket that completed the whole suit. The suit looked very nice on him. I didn't notice him until he stepped forward as I was walking over by the punch bowl giving me that smirk that could make a girl fall over dead. I smirked back at him.

I stopped the memory instantly trying to ignore the betrayal, pain, and all the time I put into that relationship and this is the thanks I get for it. I got up quickly tipping over my coffee and couch.

An hour later my house was trashed completely as I fell in the floor going to my bedroom, all I did was start crying again putting my back to the wall and pulling my knees up to my chest. I buried my face in my knees letting every tear that could fall out.

My life isn't getting better; it's getting worse without him. Everyone says time heals everything. Well where is time? This hole in my chest isn't healing. I want all this pain to be over with already, it hurts to bad to cope anymore. It feels like someone's ripping my heart out and throwing it away in the trash.

I heard my phone ringing in t helving room as I got up. It was on the counter going in the kitchen. The only person that has this number is Vince. As I walked to my phone, I tried to make my voice normal, so he would notice anything. I answered the phone slowly crossing my fingers as I spoke softly to him.

I said "Hello."

My voice seemed normal just the way I wanted it to. Something told me that this was a friendly call it was for a reason.

Vince asked "Jennifer how are you?"

I asked "Doing the same I guess u?"

He said "I'm sorry. The reason why I'm calling you is we're changing things around the shows and going to HD now I need every employee at this meeting to explain and discuss the material and things."

I waited a few minutes before I answered his question as I started weighing in the good and bad. The good part is I get I get to keep my job and the bad part is I might have to see Randy. The instant that thought came in to my mind, my belly got butterflies and my heart skipped so many beats that I lost count after five.

I said "I'll be there."

My voice sounded excited even though I wanted to sound hurt and sad like it was a few minutes ago. Maybe if my voice did sound that way I wouldn't have to go.

Vince said "Good."

We said our goodbyes and I started off to my room to pack and get ready for my flight tomorrow, something told me that I'll need all my strength to handle what's in store for me. Finally after an hour of packing, I laid down softly on my bed as I setting my alarm clock for 5. I hated to get up at that time, but I had to make it to the airport before 7:30.

When I laid my head back to go to sleep, I couldn't for over an hour. I had to make myself go to sleep then. It wasn't that hard anymore like it was when I first moved in and had a empty space in my bed. I use to feel Randy crawl in the bed around four or three in the morning. Now I didn't feel that anymore even though I still wake up at those hours of the night. I don't feel his arm around my waist anymore; through everything we went through I still got goosebumps when he touched. The last time he touched me was that morning when I left to go to the store and get some food to cook that night. He gave me a sweet kiss before he went to go watch some game on the TV.

I started crying when I came back from the memory as I buried my face in the pillow and screamed so loud that if I didn't bury my face in the pillow I would have woken up the entire apartment building. A part of me didn't care anymore what happened; I don't care if I eat anymore. I do care for showers though twice a day.

I stopped crying and closed my eyes as sleep drifted back to me slowly.

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