Punk was running and he was out of breath but his legs kept on going forward like they had a mind of their own. There was a door in the end and he could hear the door bell ringing. He was making his way to the door and his hand was already reaching out for the knob.

"Punk, Punk! Wake up!" Kofi shook his unconscious friend. It was already noon and Punk was still lying on the couch in his day clothes sleeping. "Hey Punk!" Kofi started whistling in Punk's ear, making sure he woke him up from his deep sleep.

"I'm up, I'm up!" Punk said waving a hand at Kofi as if he was shooing a fly away and in this case, the fly was Kofi himself.

"Damn man, you scared me half to death! Since when does CM Punk sleep? If I have been touring with you for 3 years, this was the first time that I had to wake you up." Kofi was quite the chatter especially in the mornings and today was no exception to Punk's delight. "Plus you were muttering in your sleep, it was so weird."

Punk raised an eyebrow and then processed to rub his eyes and yawn. "I have never slept for this long. I don't know what came over me." He sat up and stretched his hands and legs.

"Hey what's that?" There had been a black shirt that Punk was sleeping on and now it was all in wrinkles. Punk immediately realized what it was but Kofi grabbed it before he could. "Seems like a girl's shirt of some sort."

Punk rolled his eyes, a bit embarrassed that he ended up sleeping with it like a little blanket. "It's AJ's." He muttered under his breath.

"But why was it there?"

"Kofi please. I'm hungry and I'm not in the mood for chitchat this morning." Punk was imagining a cup of hot steaming coffee in his hands with some bacon and eggs right in front of him ready to be devoured. His mouth was already getting watery just by thinking about it and his stomach started to growl like a hungry wolf just in time. He forgot the last time that he ate something.

"Morning? It's technically the afternoon because it's 12.05, you know." Kofi showed Punk his watch and grinned like a little child who finally understood the concept of time.

"Remind me why I let you ride with me again?"

"Ha ha, very funny. Actually Punk, I was wondering why we're here in New Jersey. Rob didn't want to tell me for some reason." Kofi shrugged his shoulders and slumped right next to CM Punk. He hadn't been up for 5 minutes that he was already reminded of the little problem that he had to deal with.

"Lita's in New Jersey."

"Oh. Are you going to do it?"

"Isn't that the right thing, Kofi?" Punk snapped at his friend a little bit too much. He could grab a microphone and scream at another person for 3 whole hours if he wanted to but confronting a woman, especially if that was Amy or Lita if you will, when he was at fault was another thing. Punk was never wrong, but this time he was on the other side of the fence and he had problems trying to cope with it. This was all new to him and he reached the point where he wanted to end everything and let it go even though he had no clue on how to tackle it.

"Chill man, we're all here for you."

"Kofi, I'm not in the mood for this sentimental crap right now. If you don't mind I want to be alone." Punk sat on the edge of his seat, placing his elbows on his thighs. He ran a hand over his face and messy hair and groaned. Without a word, Kofi got up and left his friend all alone with his thoughts. He liked the fact that Kofi respected him and left instead of continuing to berate him with nonsensical thoughts and comments.

He checked his phone to see if AJ had tried to contact him through the night but there weren't any missed calls. She must've deleted his number already, he though to himself. He went through his contact list and found his girlfriend's number and he stared at it for a minute of two. He lifted his thumb up to press it but it seemed like his finger froze and he couldn't move it. "Come on, you stupid son a bitch. Just do it." He hated himself. He finally understood how people can hate themselves so much because right at that moment, he wanted to take his away life. He reluctantly pressed the number and let it ring.

"Hello?"

"It's me… I'm in New Jersey, where are you?"

"Oh my God! Are you serious?! I've been waiting for you to call me back for so long now!"

He could tell that Lita's happiness was so genuine that he actually felt like he was on the verge of crying because he knew that he would be taking that smile away when he'd see her. He tried to ignore her enthusiasm so she wouldn't get suspicious. He was a great actor but he couldn't fake it when he knew that he was in deep trouble.

"Where are you staying?"

"Uh… "He could hear the crumbling of papers in the background and he knew that she was searching for the address because she couldn't remember it. "Hold on." It took Lita a couple of seconds to finally find the location of the hotel and she gave it to him.

"Okay, so I'll see you there at around 4 maybe?" Punk looked at his watch and calculated.

"Yeah okay! I'll be here waiting for you!"

"Okay. Bye."

"Punk wait!"

"What?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, I'm just tired." Punk lied through his teeth. He didn't want to hear her voice anymore, he couldn't stand it. He was aware of the fact that he wasn't even putting any effort into his lie, and he knew that she was going to get suspicious at some point or another. And to his dismay he knew how Lita was. She'd never stop until she'd get the truth out of him and you can guarantee that she was going to use that tactic on him later that day.

"…okay." He heard her say on the other line. She wasn't convinced of his response but she tried to shrug it off, she didn't want to get paranoid already. "I'll see you at 4 then?"

"Yeah, bye."

He didn't give her a chance to say anything else and he quickly hung up and threw the phone on the couch across him. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. He remembered all the good times he had with Lita and he couldn't say that he didn't have any, because there were a lot. He had been dating Lita for over a year now, and despite being away from each other most of the time, they'd make their meetings worth the wait and he knew that even though they sometimes spent months without seeing each other, he was in love with her. They had so much in common, from the bands they listen to down to the insomnia they both suffered from which was a good thing because they used to have sex almost every night so he was always preoccupied during the late hours with her.

He bit his lip at his image that he had of her on top of him having her way with him. She had skills like no other and he loved to grab a handful of that fiery red hair in his hands when he gave it to her good after she begged him to go faster and harder. But then there was AJ, boy she was something else. Jesus Punk, is sex all you can think about? His thoughts were screaming at him and they were right. He shook his head and got up to go wash his face.

Time rolled by and before Punk knew it, it was already 4pm and he was standing right in front of her door with hands shaking. Kofi gave him a thumbs up before he went out to the battle field and wished him good luck. He'd usually tell him that luck was for losers, but today he felt like a loser so he needed all the luck in the world to survive. It was now or never. He lifted his hand up and quietly knocked three times on her door and waited.

He could hear the moving around and shuffling on the other side of the door as if someone was running from one side of the room to the other and after a couple of seconds he was greeted by Lita leaping into his arms and wrapped her legs around him. He was so used to holding AJ's tiny frame that he almost lost his balance when it came to holding Lita's weight up.

"I've missed you so much!" she said in-between kisses and he was shocked that he was kissing her back. This was bad. "I don't care what happened back in your locker room, Punk." She said as she got down and gave him a seductive look. She got on her tiptoes and bit his lip ring, "I want you bad boy, but we can't do it here." Her eyes moved sideways and despite being all alone in the corridor, he nodded.

She pulled him in by his shirt into her small little room and walked him to the bed. She wasn't interested in how his day was or if he woke up in a good or a bad mood; she only wanted one thing from him and he soon got the message after she started peeling off his jacket and kissing his neck.

"Where are the guys?" Punk's voice was trembling by now; trying to ignore the fact that Lita was turning him on. He tried changing the subject but how can he when there was a woman ready to have sex with him at that very minute.

"I told the rest of the band to head out for the evening. They deserved a break, and I'm sure you deserve one too eh?" she said as she whispered into his ear. She pushed him on the bed and got on top of him.

"L-Lita don't you think this is sort of too soon? I mean I just got here." How in the world was he going to break it to her when she was already ready to pounce on him like a lion? He gulped as she made her way down again to his neck and started to bite. "Lita, Lita…" but she ignored him. He looked up at the ceiling above him and thought about his initial purpose of his visit.

Punk you didn't come here to have sex, just tell her! His thoughts were screaming at him to do the right thing but he found himself unable to move under her power. A mental image of AJ came to his mind and he bit his lip, he should be with AJ right now, not with Lita attempting to have meaningless sex. This was pathetic and he was disgusted at himself.

"Fucking hell Lita, stop it!" He grabbed her from her arms and pushed her off of him like a piece of meat. He got up from the bed and started to pace back and forth in the room.

Lita's eyes were fixed on Punk, following him as he moved around the room. She was utterly confused and speechless of what just transpired right in front of her. Did her boyfriend just refuse sex? There was a look of concern on her face and she was a bit embarrassed that she threw herself like that at him when he didn't want to. "Punk? What… I…" She was trying to add things up but she came up with nothing. She looked at Punk waiting for some answers but he looked like he didn't even have them himself. What is going on?

"Look, okay. I didn't come here to have sex Lita." He was sweating now and he could feel the room getting hotter and hotter by the second and it wasn't because of Lita's ways of seduction. His heart was racing and he kept on playing with his lip ring using his tongue.

He gave Lita one good look, trying to find the right words to say but he couldn't. He just shook his head at her and inhaled deeply. Lita's facial expression changed from a confused one to a nervous one, she didn't like what she was seeing at all. She hated being paranoid but Punk just gave her something to worry about.

"What is it? Tell me. Punk, you're hiding something… what is it?" She got off the bed and stared directly into his eyes afraid of what he might tell her. She kept her composure but she'd be lying if she'd say she wasn't scared at all. There was something he desperately wanted to tell her and she was searching into his eyes trying to find the answer. "Fucking hell Punk, don't play games with me!"

"Lita…" his eyes were getting misty, and almost inaudibly he said, "I can't do this anymore…"

"Wait, what?! Why?" Her eyes were wide open now and her eyebrows were raised. Were her ears deceiving her or was she hearing correctly?

"There's no easy way to say this Lita…"

"Just spit it out." She crossed her tattooed arms across her chest and tilted her head slightly on the side, waiting impatiently for his answer. Her foot was tapping on the floor and he ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"There's-"

"Somebody else, is there?" She finished his sentence and prayed that she was wrong; maybe he'd deny it and tell her that she was just being paranoid for nothing but he remained silent just looking into her eyes and that's where she found out. "Oh my God…" she clasped a hand onto her mouth, her chin trembling as tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Who is it? And how long has it been going on?" she bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears but they were uncontrollably rolling down her cheeks. He lifted his hands to wipe them away but she pushed him using all of her strength. He was almost knocked down but he tumbled a bit backwards. "WHO WAS IT YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she was pointing a finger at him now waiting for him to say a word. That was Amy, delicate and vulnerable at one second, a raging bull the next.

"…I think it's best if you don't know who it is." He kept his composure; he didn't want to lose it. The truth was coming out and he was just doing what had to be done.

"It's that little AJ, is it?" And Punk's eyes immediately shot up to look at her and that was all she needed, "I fucking knew it! I heard you two arguing when she came to your locker room, and that's why you were angry so much. How can I be so fucking stupid?!"

"Lita, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen…" There was no point in denying it now; this was just part of the process.

"Oh but it did, didn't it? And what am I supposed to do now huh? I spent a whole year of my life with you to get what? You fucking cheated on me CM Punk!" She was crying hysterically now and Punk tried to hold her but she pushed him away again, "Don't you dare touch me, you filthy bastard."

"Lita listen to me, I love you." Was he even trying at all? He hated himself more than Lita or AJ did now. He knew he was a jerk, but not like this, not a two-timing jerk and he wasn't even sorry.

"Is that what you tell AJ when you're fucking her?" Lita was angry but he could see it in her eyes, all the pain and hurt that he caused all because he betrayed her love for another's.

"Lita stop it! I came here to tell you the truth because I knew you deserved to hear it."

"Oh and you think just because you told me, you deserve some sort of reward? Do want a trophy, a certificate huh?"

"You're talking rubbish now. I came here to do this because that was the right thing to do. I completely understand your reaction because you have the right to do and say what you want."

"The hell I will, how many times was it?"

"That is irrelevant Lita; you don't have to know about that." This only meant that it wasn't just a onetime thing, and she didn't need his confirmation because the look on his face was proof enough.

"And do you love her?" she finally said after a moment of silence.

And there it was the question he was dreading to answer all day long. The truth was out now and things couldn't get any worse and he decided that if he was going to lay all the cards on the table, he wasn't going to hide anymore. What good could come out from lying even more now? He wanted to let her know where he stood with AJ.

He shifted his weight from one foot to another and slipped his hands in his pockets, "I'm not with AJ right now, but yes, I do love her." He was so blunt about it that it came off like he didn't even care about Lita's feelings whatsoever which cued into more crying.

"Listen Lita, I wish I could turn back time, I really do. I love you and you deserve someone who'll treat you better than I ever did. I don't deserve you, hell I don't even deserve AJ because I've treated everyone like shit and honestly, feel free to punch me if you want to. I could stand here and lie to your face but I just can't do it any longer. It's better to say it now before this dragged on for far too long and I know you don't think I mean it, but I truly am sorry."

Still sobbing, she closed her eyes and held her head down in sadness. Silence grew between them and he wanted to hug and console her of the grief that he solely caused her. He hated seeing her like this. She took a deep breath and muttered, "Do you have any idea what I'm feeling right now Punk? You fucking shredded me to pieces…"

"I know alright! But there wasn't any other way to do this and getting hurt wasn't an option because whatever I do or say, someone is going to end up hurt anyways. I know you had different plans on what you wanted to do today, but I can't do this anymore."

"So now what? You're just going to leave me high and dry?" She looked up him with innocent eyes.

"What do you want me to say Lita?"

"You're a fucking bastard CM Punk. " Lita said shaking her head in disbelief. It wasn't the first time he heard that and it didn't affect him at all. "So what, you drove all the way here to tell me you cheated on me?"

"I didn't want to call you and do it like that. At least know that I had the fucking balls to come here and admit it to your face that I cheated on you. I didn't hide behind any computers or phones."

"Oh how brave of you! The WWE Champion everyone!"

"Lita, stop with all this sarcasm. I can tell you're pissed and hurt but you don't have to go there." He was still sympathetic but his blood boiled every time someone used his current status in the WWE against him.

Yeah, he was the WWE Champion; AJ Lee had the privilege to remind him every time he slept with her. So what if he wasn't a clean cut champion? He honestly didn't care if he got fired because of this, it was his own fault and there's a price to pay for everything. He just hoped that Lita wouldn't go to the internet and blast this off to the moon. Not that he'd give a damn but he preferred to keep personal things personal.

Lita walked over to the door and opened it, "I think you should leave…"

"That's it?"

"What else is there to say? Get out." She had a look of disgust on her face and she couldn't even look him in the eyes. There was a man who betrayed her in the room and she wanted him to disappear. "Go on, out."

Punk accepted her wish and he started to make his way to the door. As he took his first step outside into the corridor, he turned around and said, "I'm sorry that I caused you all this pain."

"You should have thought about that before you did anything." She slammed the door in his face before he could say another word and he stood there staring at the black door. He heard something break like a vase or something and he could tell that she was taking out her frustration on the first things she could get her hands on.

He bit his lip and said his final goodbye to his one of his great girlfriends. He slowly made his way out of the building and hopped on the tour bus which was parked in the hotel's parking lot.

"So how did it go?" Punk was immediately met with Kofi and the curious look on his face. He was eagerly and impatiently waiting for his friend to come back not sure whether he would return or not. He was glad to see his road buddy in one piece and unharmed. "No broken bones?" He joked.

"No broken bones…" Punk said giving him a hopeless smile. "It went…" Punk gave it a few seconds to choose his words, "…better than expected I guess." He shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips.