Early Mornings, Sleepless Nights

I shot up in bed, dazed and confused. Someone outside my door was screaming, and I heard an awful banging noise coming through the walls on the other side. The racket was causing an awful noise to echo through out my room, and I knew that I couldn't be the only one who heard it. I reached over to the nightstand beside my bed, grabbing my phone. My room was pitch black and I couldn't see anything. My fingers fumbled over my phones keypad, finally pressing a button that caused the screen to light up. Glancing at the digital clock that was placed right in the center of the screen, I groaned, it was 3:57 in the morning.

I threw the bed sheets off me, and swung my legs over the side of the mattress. I was going to go tell who ever was making the noise, that they needed to sit their asses down, and go back to bed. I stood up only to fall down. I hit the ground with a loud thud. I scrambled to my knees, searching for the switch on the lamp placed on table nearest to me. When I found it and switched on the lights, I looked down to my feet with a terrified expression. I started laughing at my own stupidity, as I noticed that I still had my high heels on from earlier tonight.

I fumbled with the straps for a long time cursing at my self as my constant twisting, wadded the straps up further. I finally just stopped messing with them, grabbing the bottom of each shoe and yanking. They came off easily, and I smiled, relieved. I attempted to stand, nodding happily as I didn't fall.

The ruckus outside my room was not lightening up one bit. I managed to grab my phone before I bolted to the door. In my haste, I managed to trip over the shoes that had cause me to trip the first time, and I fell to the ground for the second time that morning. God, help me please.

When I finally made my way back to my feet, I found I had literally flew across the room and was now a few feet from the door. I fixed my shirt, and patted my hair. I don't know why I did so, I guess I figured that if there was a murderer out there, I wanted to look my best. I tried to find the light switch, but gave up after while. I managed to find the door with the light from my phone, and gripped the door handle bracing myself for what I was about to witness. My phone being held tightly in my left hand, as if it was going to come in handy as a weapon. If a criminal did happen to be out there.

I swung the door open, the sudden brightness causing me to squint. After my eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, I opened them. I made a big O sign with my mouth, trying my best to hold in my laughter. Right in front of me stood, Mike, better known as 'The Miz', and he was clad in nothing more than a pair of underwear. He was banging on the door of the room next to me, and being out in the hall next to him, I could finally here what was being screamed. "Maryse, open the damn door!" I cleared my throat causing him to shift his gaze to me. His eye widened, and he looked like a deer caught in a pair of headlights, as his cheeks grew a bright shade of red.

"Would you like to tell me why you're in the hall, outside my room, at 4 am, banging on Maryse's door?" I raised my eyebrows leaning up against the door frame, folding my arms over my chest.

He looked at me, gulping, "Well, she brought me back to her hotel room, and we, you know-" I cut him off throwing my hands into the air, "Please, spare me the details." He did just that and continued to explain to me why he was here, "And she just woke up, shoved me outside her door, and she won't let me in to get my clothes." I had been looking at the ground, tracing the pattern of the carpet with my eyes, and nodded as he told me this.

I was so wrapped up in staring at the floor, I didn't notice him advancing towards me, and before I knew it, his hands were crashing down on my shoulders. I flinched, looking up at him, his eyes pleading with mine as he said, "Please, tell her to give me my clothes, or at least let me in her room so I can get them."

I offered him an uninterested expression, adding extra emphasis to my bored state of mind, by bringing my hand up and yawning. He looked at me again, and much to my amusement said, "Please, I'm begging you, tell her to let me have clothes. I feel so violated, and exposed, standing out here in the hallway in my underwear."

The sudden vibrating coming from my hand caused my attention to turn downward. I flipped my phone open, looking at the caller ID. It started to flash the words Maryse Oullet, in big bold letters across the screen. I smirked waving it in front of his face. I put it on speaker before pressing the talk button.

"Speak to me," I smiled into the phone, Maryse's voice flowing out of the speaker and into the hallway, "Whatever the hell you do, do not let him into my room."

I looked up at him, a smug expression on my face as I said, "Well, there's your answer." We both turned our attention back to the phone when I heard Maryse shriek in annoyance.

"I can't believe I slept, with that, that dog," I started to giggle, I couldn't hold it in any longer. Her voice was full of disgust, and was growing more frantic as the seconds ticked by. Maryse started rambling again, "What if I get like, a disease or something," I was becoming more amused by the second. She was so overdramatic sometimes.

When I glanced up at Mike, his expression was hard to read. It showed something between an I-can't-believe-she-just-said-that and a that's-not-what-she-was-saying-while-we-were-doing-it. This caused me to start laughing even more. All of a sudden I heard a click, and the line went dead. She did not just hang up on me, did she?

I stomped back into my room, grabbing the spare key she had given me, and went back to her door. The light turned green, made a beeping noise, and I pulled the handle and allowed my self into her room.

She looked up at me from her spot on the bed, her face buried in pillows. She had a miserable expression displayed on her face, and I almost felt bad for her. Almost. She stared at me longer than I expected her to, her expression full of puzzlement. I didn't bother talking to her, despite her constant staring and confused expression. I averted my eyes as soon as I saw she was lying on her bed in nothing more than some bra and panties that looked two sizes too small.

I focused on the floor, my eyes roaming over all the discarded clothing that had been strewn around the bed. I sifted through it all grabbing everything that looked like it belonged to Mike.

I exited her room about 5 minutes later, and handed Mike his clothes, "Leave," It wasn't a suggestion, it was a demand. He quickly obliged, hopping down the hall, whilst trying to pull his pants on as he went. I went back to my room, amazed at how much trouble Maryse had already started. I changed clothes, before I crawled back into bed, curling up in the sheets.

When I woke up for the second time that day, light had begun to stream through the window beside my bed. I narrowed my eyes, trying to get the light out of them. I hopped out of bed, checking the clock. 9:03 am. I stumbled into the bathroom, my ankle hurting and I guessed it was from falling earlier. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I stopped, taking a double take at my features. I nearly shrieked.

Black streaks stained my cheeks. My lips were chapped. My eyes red and puffy.

Memories from last night flooding my mind. I closed my eyes, trying to push the tears that were forming away.

Slut.

The word rang through my head, causing my knee's to go weak. My mind spitting the word at me with the same menacing tone as Cody had last night. My stomach felt uneasy, and I shuffled back to my bed and sat down. I don't know why it still hurt me so much to think about it. People called me a slut all the time. Why would it be any different now?

I walked back into the bathroom, deciding to take a shower. The hot water poured down from the shower head, relaxing my muscles. It washed away my cruddy make-up, and the tears that had started to fall. I don't know how long I had stayed in there, but when the water became cold, I hopped out quickly. Grabbing the towel off the rack, I dried my face, looking at the black coloring it had left. I wrapped it around my body, tying it at the top.

I packed my suitcase over to the bed, picking out my outfit for the day. It had been warm yesterday, and I decided to wear a pair of jean shorts, and a pink tank top. I heard a rhythmic tapping on my door, and when I looked through the peep hole, a smile appeared on my lips. Swinging the door open, I walked back to the bathroom, applying some lip gloss. She waltzed right in making herself comfortable. Returning to the main room, I noticed the star bucks coffee that was sitting on my nightstand.

"So, what happened to you last night, you just like, disappeared." I opened my mouth to reply but before I could, she interrupted me, "And why were you crying? You looked rough this morning."

I shrugged, the corners of my lips turning up in a small smile, trying to make what I was about to say a little bit believable. "I just wasn't having fun, I got bored." She glared at me. I sighed, shrugging again.

"So you cried because you got bored? That's not weird at all." I could here the sarcastic tone in her voice, but it got lost in her thick French Canadian accent. I frowned.

"I'd rather not talk about it right now," I could feel tears welling up again, just at the mere thought of last night. She nodded, dropping the subject. Her face lit up all of a sudden, and she retrieved my phone from her pocket. "You left it in my room earlier," I nodded telling her thanks.

We sat there drinking our coffee for a while, staring at each other. No words were spoken, just various expressions crossing over our faces. We did this a lot, when we got bored, sharing things that we didn't feel like explaining. It was weird, how she knew me so well. "It was Cody, wasn't it?" I looked at her confused. She added, "He made you cry?"

I dropped my eyes to the floor. I didn't want to talk about this right now, but I knew I would have to sooner or later. I wished she would just start droning on about her encounter with Mike last night. But I couldn't change subject now, without her getting suspicious. I nodded, whispering, "How'd you know?"

"I saw you talking to him, I saw you walk away, and I never saw you again after that," She looked up at me, her eyes full of sadness, as if she felt my pain. "You put two and two together, and you come up with that conclusion."

The urge to cry had finally subsided, and I finally looked up at her. "So, tell me about you and 'The Miz'?" Her face drooped into a frown.

"Nothing to tell," I could sense her getting annoyed, so I dropped it. The room fell silent again, but it was a comfortable silence. I flung myself onto the bed staring at the ceiling. "We need to get out of this hotel, it's already 10:51." I looked at her. Was she serious? I had wasted almost 2 hours sitting in my hotel room.

I scrunched my face up, thinking. "We could go to the gym," She nodded her head, agreeing. I smiled, "Great, then you can go change," I took notice of her blue jeans and heels, "And we can meet in the lobby in about," I glanced at my watch, "30 minutes?" We exchanged our goodbyes and she left to get ready. I changed into some workout clothes, and grabbed a bottle of water.

Reaching the gym at around 11:43, we went straight inside to start working out. After Maryse flirted with the guy at the front desk for about 5 minutes, we finally went to exercise.

We hadn't been working out long, when the doors opened, and 3 guys walked in. I didn't take much notice of them. They were of no concern to me.

A few more minutes passed, and I was doing good at ignoring them, until I felt someone's eyes on me. I scanned the room, looking for who was staring at me. My eyes came to a stop on a dark haired superstar, and I froze. His eyes were just burning into me, filled with an emotion I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I started to become nervous, as his eyes were still glued to me. Maryse had disappeared ages ago, and I was all alone. I slipped off the treadmill I had been running on, not even noticing I was still on it. My heart skipped a beat as I stumbled and almost tripped sliding off the end of it. I could feel my cheeks becoming red and hot. His stare started to creep me out more, as it seemed to get more and more intense as the seconds ticked by.

I scanned the room again, this time looking for my platinum blonde friend. I spotted her, talking to some guy in the corner. She seemed completely oblivious to me and what was happening. I turned, glancing back at legacy. Cody was still staring, and I was still freaked out. I hadn't intended to, but I found myself staring right back at him. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't peel my eyes away from him.

I sighed relieved, as Ted hit his arm, bringing Cody back from his isolated state. His eyes turned back to his friends. I closed my eyes, shifting my gaze downward. I looked back up in time to see Ted look in my direction. His eyes full of hate and animosity. I shrunk back, his glare making me uncomfortable.

Making my way toward Maryse, I didn't dare to look back. When I finally got to her, I grabbed her arm and yanked her back. She squeaked in annoyance, pursing her lips at me. Her expression became bemused, as she noticed the look on my own face. I jerked my head back in the direction of Cody. She got the hint, and told the guy she had been talking to, before I interrupted them, goodbye.

I felt his eyes on me again, as we walked out the doors. What was his issue? When we reached the parking lot, I sighed, happy to be out of there, and out of the aim of his unrelenting stare. Leaning against the car, my hand flew to my face. My stomach was churning, and I glanced at my watch, 3:10. I muttered a few swear words as I remembered we had a house show tonight. We had to be at the arena by 4:00. Maryse seemed to read my expression instantly, realization dawning on her as well.

We rushed back to the hotel, and went our separate ways, packing our bags. Getting so caught up in packing, I hadn't heard my phone ringing. Grabbing it off the bathroom counter, I noticed I had a voicemail. Who the number belonged to I was unsure about, but I listened to the message all the same.

"Kelly, we would like to let you know you will not be needed at the house show tonight, so you won't have to show up. We are switching Eve in, to take your place in the match with Maryse."

I guess they thought they would further the feud brewing between the two on screen, in house shows as well. I couldn't say I was happy about this. The last thing I wanted now was time to ponder the things that had happened throughout the day. I wasn't too excited about finding something to do to occupy my time either.

I slouched down into the couch that sat opposite of the television, and flipped through the channels. There was nothing on TV as always. Hotels barely had any good channels, and when they did, the good shows didn't come on till later. I scrunched up my face. It was just about 4:00 now, and Maryse had already left, as well as all the other divas that had stayed in the same hotel as us.

They all had lives, and places to go, people to see.

I puffed my cheeks up, before letting the air come out in a big huff. What to do, what to do. I finally stood up, making my way to my bed. What better way to waste time, than to sleep, right?

I don't know how long I laid there, but I could only guess a few hours had passed. I closed my eyes countless times, in an attempt to fall asleep, but it seemed almost impossible. I became restless getting up several times just to pace around the room. Something was bothering me. I knew what it was, I knew who it was, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to admit it.

All I could seem to do was deny it.

I had finally recognized the look in Cody's eyes, and that fact in itself frightened me. It had been a mixture of remorse, and sorrow.

My mind was roaming over countless things, such as being replaced at the house show, and how my life had been fine and dandy, before Cody showed up in it. I threw my hands to my face, covering it. Dang it. I tried my best to fall asleep, to erase my thoughts. But it was to no avail. And now every time I closed my eyes, the only thing I could see was his face, in all his beautiful glory. And no matter what I did, all my thoughts always found a way to lead back to him.

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