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Chapter 4: Day From Hell (Part 1)

Savannah

I thought getting away from him would settle the pounding of heart; but of course it didn't. My heart was still pounding against my chest and, for whatever reason, I couldn't make it calm down. His confession on how he missed our get-togethers was more than enough to get my heart racing. He actually listened to everything I said without criticism and even had an answer to give me. That's what I needed, even if it went against every logical thing in my brain.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I swore I saw him standing outside the building watching me leave. That thought brought a smile to my face. Turning on music, Falling in Reverse's song 'It's Not Over Until it's Over' came blaring over the speakers. The words continued to get me thinking about Seth. It was hard not to when he did everything he possibly could to apologize for what happened months ago.

Pretty soon my mouth started to open and sing the words that came across my ears. Looking down at the time, I figured Becky would be at home preparing for her usual leaving Orlando party. Switching lanes, I turned left to get to the street that housed her living space. Coming to her place, she was thankfully at home. Her car was in the lot with her pulling things out of her backseat. "I figured you'd need some help." I shouted out my window.

"Just in time too! Get out and help missy!" She replied with a smile.

I did as I was asked and quickly parked my car several spaces over. Still in my workout clothes, I realized that I looked like shit and definitely needed a shower before the Smackdown tapping. If Stephanie didn't like my look when I was actually presentable, she'd really hate how I looked right now. Getting out, she immediately handed me a large paper bag. "Jeez Bec, how many people did you invite?" I asked.

"No one specifically; but everyone knows about my parties. If they show, they show."

"Great...that means Roman will probably show up. You know how he is about free beer."

Becky looked up from her packing actions to look at me. She could tell that I was worried about how things would go if he did show up. Tucking a chunk of her hair behind her ear, she took a step closer to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I seriously doubt he will show and even if he did...there are going to be a lot of other people surrounding you for him to make a scene."

Before I could even answer, my phone chimed against the inside pocket of my pants. Following her towards the front door of her apartment building, I reached into my pocket for my phone. Swiping my finger across the screen, I opened the message application only to see Seth's name attached to it. Immediately panicking, I ignored it and tucked the device back into my pocket intending to answer it later. What could he possibly have to say already?

"Don't worry so much, Sav. We all have your back."

"I know and I appreciate that. I just wish that I knew the real reason he left me."

"Who knows...and you may never know why."

That was not something I wanted to hear, because I definitely wanted to know why Roman left me after such a lengthy relationship. Becky unlocked the door to her apartment and kicked the door open so she could carry in the two large bags of party supplies into the kitchen. I helped her get the stuff to the counter and even put the bag I was holding down. She started to unpack them in a rushed effort.

This was completely normal for her to rush around like a crazed lunatic in preparation of these parties; but they always turned out so well. I took her chaotic movements as a free moment to read the message from Seth. Discreetly pulling out my phone, I opened the message to view the contents. "It was good to see you again. I really did miss our work out sessions."

Once again, his words took me by surprise and got my heart pumping rapidly. I didn't understand why he was having this effect on me after just coming back into my life. Nine months of being away didn't exactly curb our closeness that was there before. I didn't know what to tell him and I couldn't exactly ask Becky what she thought either. "I think you know that I did to; but you're going to have to give me some time. You hurt me to...not just him..."

I was honest without being too brutally honest, because deep down I still needed him. Becky handed me several bottles of pop and told me to put them on the far counter towards the other side of the kitchen. She tossed me sleeves of plastic cups to put with the pop. She raised an eyebrow at me when my phone chimed with another text message. "That's the second message I've heard in the last ten minutes. Who are you textin?" Becky asked curiously.

"Uh...my mom..." I replied with a quick lie.

That was probably one of the worst lies I've ever come up with; but it seemed to work, at least for the time being. I looked down at my phone, opening the message. "I understand. I will make it up to you. That is a guarantee, Savannah."

"How are you going to do that?"

Becky sat the beer in the fridge before turning to look at me again. This time she had this questioning look upon her face. There was obviously something she wanted to ask me. "What's up? You look like you want to ask me something." I said tucking my phone into my pocket again.

"Do you think you could do a song tonight?"

"Oh I don't know, Becky. I haven't sang in front of people in a long time."

"Yeah, the last time was the last party I had here."

What she said was indeed true and I appreciated her encouragement; but I honestly didn't know if I could do it tonight. There was so much going on inside my head and it definitely hurt to lie to her about Seth. With the thought of Roman showing up, it would completely ruin any enjoyment I'd get out of it. "Did you hire a DJ again?" I asked.

"No...after the last noise complaint I got, I didn't think it was a good idea."

I couldn't help but laugh. The cops were at her door in less than two hours after the party got started. Once the music was shut down, most left; so in attempts to pick it back up, I took my acoustic guitar out from my car and sang my heart out. It was actually the moment I realized that if being a diva didn't work out, I had something to fall back on.

Becky looked at me pleadingly until my phone went off again. Her curious look appeared; but this time it was hinted with something else. Disbelief. "Just think about it, okay. I need to get going to the arena. Are going to come with me?"

"Of course. I'm not on the show; but I'll tag along."

"I still don't get that. How can they just ignore your talent? You seriously should be involved in the title picture with Sasha and I."

"Well I'm not good enough for them. Let's get going and I promise to think about singing tonight."

"You're the best!"

She wrapped her hands around my neck, hugging me tightly. All I could do was smile at her enthusiasm. I followed her out of the apartment and into her car, figuring that it was best to leave mine there. I was going to end up there later anyway. We didn't leave without me grabbing my travel bag, just in case something changed and I was needed for something.

Remembering about the message waiting for me, I pulled out my phone and opened it. "That's for me to know and you to find out. I promise you that I will make it up to you and I will be there for you when you need me."

Where were those words when I needed them the most? I wanted to be mad at him for leaving; but I knew deep down that he had his reasons and he at least told me what they were when it happened, unlike Roman. Thinking about him just upset and pissed me off at the same time. "I appreciate that. I really do."

It didn't take long for Becky to get us to the arena and my phone never went off the rest of the trip, which I was kind of grateful for. Pulling my bag behind me, we walked inside together only for Sasha to join us at the door. Her long hair looked like it had been freshly redone in its fuchsia color. The intensity of the color was bright. "Hey girl...you look like you just kicked your own ass at the gym." She commented on my current state of dress.

"That's cause I did in probably the most unhealthy way. Then I helped her set up for the party." I replied pointing at Becky, who was standing next to me.

Looking across the hallway, Roman was talking to Hunter. I was pretty sure it was about their upcoming match at Wrestlemania. A match Roman had been dying to have for a long time, even if the crowd wasn't behind him. His eyes caught mine just as I walked down the opposite hallway with Sasha and Becky.

Sasha turned towards me, "Are you okay?" She asked. I was beginning to wonder if they were going to ask me that every time I saw Roman at work. If that was the case, they were going to ask me that every freaking day.

"I'm fine. I've got to accept it sooner or later right?" I replied giving her a fake smile and walked right into the locker-room.

As it turned out, they still didn't need me for anything and I had to wait around until Becky was done for the night. Roaming the halls, I contemplated textin' Seth for something to do. Coming around a corner, I came face to face with a firm body. Roman stood before me with his hands on my arms, keeping me from falling on my ass.

"I'm sorry." I apologized.

"It's alright." He replied letting go of me.

I tried to slip passed him; but he held onto my arm. I wasn't really in the mood for another awkward conversation with him. My life was full of that as it was. "How are you doing?" He asked letting go of my arm.

"Are you seriously asking me that?"

"Yeah, I'm asking you that. I do still care Savannah, whether you want to believe that or not."

"I'm fucking peachy. I'm still off TV and I overheard a conversation about me. Stephanie doesn't like my look, hence the reason I've never had a title run. What's the point of continuing on?"

I was so angry and so close to crying. He had the nerve to act like the past four years meant nothing and pretend like things were okay, when they weren't. I wanted to quit and walk away from my career. There was no way I was going to be someone Stephanie wanted.

Roman just stared at me, not saying a single word. Was he thinking? Was he enjoying my agony? I used to be able to tell what he thinking; but now that ability was completely lost to me. "I'm sorry. I still don't understand why they won't use you for big things. You've got so much talent."

"Just stop...I don't want your flattery. I want an answer...a real answer."

"An answer to what?"

"Why did you leave?"

He let out a sigh the same time he ran a hand over the top of his head, through his long wet dark locks of hair. It didn't seem like weeks had passed since the break up; but that was the reality. "I already told you my reason..."

"And that wasn't the entire reason. I'm not stupid, Roman and I really wish you'd stop thinking I was."

"I don't think you're stupid, Sav. There just isn't any other reason. You didn't do anything wrong."

"God, you must think I'm blind to! There is always a reason for a break up."

He attempted to reach out for me. I stepped back out of his grasp. There was no way I was letting him try and comfort me when it was him that caused the pain in the first place. Walking away was my best option at this point; otherwise, I was going to explode. "Savannah, you did nothing wrong. I'm sorry that I hurt you, I truly didn't want that; but I did what I thought was best." He explained.

"Okay..."

"Savannah..."

I walked away, burning tears rolling down my cheeks. It didn't matter how many times he called after me, I never looked back. It was literally the first time I allowed myself to cry since the initial break up. Stepping back into the locker-room, Becky was changing out of her ring gear. She turned to see my tear stricken face and immediately took hold of me. I completely broke down.

"What happened?" She asked.

"I was stupid enough to have hope..."

"Roman?"

"Yeah..."

All I could do was sit there and stare out into nothing, while Becky held me. This was not how I wanted my night to go. It was supposed to be happy and cheerful, preparing for a party. Here I was bawling on the cold floor of a locker-room with my Irish best friend holding onto me like a mother would hold a child. So embarrassing.

Quickly getting up from the floor, I wiped my eyes away from the tears. My sudden movements even surprised Becky. She looked up at me with wide eyes before getting up herself. "You don't have to hide it with me, you know that."

"I know; but I'm sick of feeling numb. I want to live my life. He's never going to come back and he's never going to tell me why he left...there is no point in keeping the hope alive."

"There is nothing wrong with hope; but its been weeks and he still hasn't given you a straight answer. You need to move on; otherwise, you will be trapped in your memories of him."

Giving her hand a squeeze, I walked across the room towards my bag. Opening it up, I pulled out my favorite pair dark colored jean shorts with a chain belt that had a long dangling gem attached. I also grabbed a black low cut thank top with angel wings etched on the back. The door opened quietly, alerting me to someone else in the room. "Who are you dressing up for?" Sasha teased.

"No one..." I replied turning around to face her.

"You've been crying. Damn Roman! Do I have to punch him senseless?"

"No. I'm fine. There is no need for it. Tonight is about us having fun."

Zipping up my thigh high boots, I closed my bag and pulled it upright. Becky smiled and nodded her head. It was time to go and forget about how insane my day had been. Tomorrow we were going to be in a different city and my reality would crash down around me once more. My issues with Roman would still be there in the morning and the rebuilding of my friendship with Seth would still be there, much to my liking.

Thinking about Seth brought a smile to my lips as I looked out the window of Becky's car. My phone rested on my lap and weirdly enough it vibrated against my legs. Picking it up, I opened the message only to hold my breath upon seeing it. "I found this while I was going through my phone today. Thought you'd like to see it."

The picture was of me at my house warming party several years ago. I was singing a song that was original done by Evanescence. He had captured me so perfectly that I even some-what believed I was beautiful. "This is amazing. Thank you so much..."

"You're welcome. It's my favorite picture of you..."

His favorite? How many did he have of me? It didn't really matter, he just made my day by sharing that moment with me. I honestly didn't know what to say to that. I didn't want to say something stupid. "Why is it your favorite?" I asked out of curiosity. Thinking that was better than saying nothing at all.

End Note: Sorry for the cliff hanger. I split the chapter up into two parts. Hope you enjoyed part one.