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Chapter 3
When I walked back into the bedroom Hunter was sitting on the bed with his trademark smile on his face. "What the fuck are you smiling at?" I mumbled standing in front of the bedroom door. I grabbed my room key and the extra key to David's room off the table that was next to the door and place them in my pants pocket. David always gave me his extra room key. He said it for if a needed to talk to him or anything I could let myself in. But I know it for if I need to get away from Hunter.
"I was just think about what you said. You said you want me to trust you more than I do. And I was thinking maybe I should trust you more but than it hit me I can't because I remembered what type of person you was and could still be." He laughed a little and leaned back further on the bed.
Oh I gotta hear this one. "Tell me Hunter what type of person was I and could still be?"
"A whore. That's who."
My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe what he just called me. "What did you just called me?"
"A whore. What you didn't think I would remember Cena?"
I wanted to go over and slap that smile off his face for calling me that. "I can't believe you just fucking called me that. You know what forget it. I can't stay in this room with you any longer." I turned around and started to leave the room.
"Wait John before you leave answer this one question."
I turned around to look at him. "What?"
"What was the nickname that some of the guys in the locker room used to call you?"
My jaw dropped for the second time in less than a minute. It hit me like a ton of brinks when I realize what he was talk about. "That was my past it has nothing to do with now."
"It has a lot to do with now. It's the reason why I can't trust you the way you want me to. Now answer the question." He said with a smirk on his face.
"No."
"ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION JOHN."
I jump a little when he yelled. I can't believe he is making me say it."Backstage whore." I whispered looking at the floor
"What was that I didn't hear you" He laughed.
"Backstage whore." I said a little louder.
"That's right now. What was the reason behind that little nickname?" He said getting off the bed.
"You know the reason why."
"That right I do, but I still want you to said it."
"No." I yelled looking at him as he took a step closer to me.
"Okay you don't have to yell. If you don't want to say it... I will." He walking over to me grabbing both of my arms and pushing my back hard against the wall. I flinch in pain when the back of my head hit the wall.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME" I yelled trying to move my arms but he held them in place.
He pressed him body to mines, leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You got that nickname because you fuck every guy that talked to you. If you went to a club alone you never came back alone. You even fuck some of the guys in the locker room. You never had the same guy the next night. New city, new guy. A lot of the guys was scared to be around you. They thought you might give them a STD. Even I was a little scared." He leaned back to look in my eyes, "Let's face it Cena you was a whore." I looked into his eyes they were filled with anger, but he still had a smirk on his face.
"If you was so scared than why did you ask me out. Why didn't you run and hide like everyone else." I said on the verge of tears. I have to admit my first two years in the WWE wasn't the greatest. And it didn't help matters when my reputation from my OVW days follow me here. I hated and regret what I did. I never want to be that person again.
"I really don't know. I guess I felt bad for you." He let go of me a walk back over to the bed turning back to me with a smile on his face. "I mean I knew you were a whore, but even the biggest whore had at least one friend. And I heard you was really good in bed so I had to find out for myself."
I took my vision off him and put it on my arms. I looked at the spot that he was holding me at. It was a dark red. It hurt a little but not as must as my heart breaking. I can handle anyone calling a whore or a slut or whatever. They didn't know me so I didn't think twice about what they said. But for someone I love to call me that. It was more than I could handle.
"What wrong Cena. You wanted to know what type of person you were." He said still with a smile.
"Yeah your right I did want to know. So your saying this whole relationship is based on the fact that you ask me out because you felt pity for me." I said through clench teeth. If the person in the next room wasn't woken up during the first fight their going to be woken up now.
"No, that's not ..." I watched as the smile slip from his face.
"You only wanted me because I was a easy fuck." I yelled as one tear slip down my face
"John I didn't mean it like..."
"So that means you only said you love me because you felt bad for me." I could help but cry and laugh at the same time at the situation I'm in. "I can't believe how pathetic I am. My life must have been really fuck up for me to fall for your games. I believe you when you said you love me. Now I know it was a damn lie.
"JOHN STOP IT. DON'T YOU DARE TURN MY LOVE FOR YOU INTO SOMETHING NEGATIVE."
"I don't need to turn it into something negative YOU ALREADY DID." I yelled. The laugher now gone but the tears, heartache and pain of not being loved still there. "So therefore you might as well confess that the only reason why you wanted to start this relationship is because I was a easy fuck. It's okay I've been in many relationships were the guy admitted that's the only reason why he was with me. "
"JOHN I SAID STOP BEFORE I..."
"Before you what? Before you start hitting me again. Come on Hunter me talking never stop you before." I could tell he was losing his temper. Usually back off when I know he's about to lose it, but right now I don't care. Being hit would feel better than what I'm feeling right now. "Come on Hunter hit me with you best shot. Would it be better if I close my eyes." Before I knew it he grab my arm tightly and slam me hard against the wall placing a hand loosely around my neck.
"I love you and I love being with you."
"There's those same stupid three word again, 'I love you'. I dreamed for someone to tell that they love me. But a person like me, as you put it a whore, I felt didn't deserve for someone to say that to them, I knew I didn't deserve it." I whispered staring into his eyes. "But I was okay with that. I didn't need to hear it, but when you told me that you love me my heart skip a beat. And from then on every time you told me that you love me I would like me and you were the only two people in the world. Nothing and no one else mattered. But now when you tell me that I felt sick to my stomach. Getting my ass kicked by Big Show is better than hearing those three words come out your mouth."
"John stop it now. Do not made me regret this relationship."
"It's okay you can regret it because I already do." I felt his grip loosen up on my arm enough for me pull my arm away from his hand and push him away from me.
"What?"
"I regret this relationship Hunter. I regret saying yes the first time you ask me out. I regret spending three years of my life in this damn relationship. I regret the first time I said I love you. AND DAMMIT I REGRET THE FACT THAT AFTER ALL THE PHYSICAL AND VERBAL ABUSE I TOOK FROM YOU I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU." I looked into Hunters eyes they were filled with so much pain. Pain that I cost.
"I... um...wow... I didn't know...um...I didn't know you felt that way John."
I could tell he was in shock, hell I was in shock I could believe I just said that. I watched as he sat down on the bed, holding his head in his hands. We sat in silence for which seemed forever but it was only a few minutes. I was physically and emotionally drained and I know he was too.
"So where do we stand John? Are we going to try and work out our problems or are we going to call it quits?"
"I don't know Hunt." I didn't know what to say. I never really thought about leaving him. I didn't think it would ever get to that point. I don't think Hunter thought it would get to that point.
"Make a decision John. I don't want to hold you in a relationship that you don't want to be in." I watched as he stood and walked closer to me. "If you wanna leave than leave." He walk pass me and went into the bathroom closing the door behind him. I didn't move from the spot I was in until I heard the water in the shower running.
This is a big huge decision to make. Do I stay with Hunter and hope that things will change or do I leave him and always wonder if we could have worked our problems out. I can't think in this room I gotta get out of here.