A/N: So there are 2 versions of this chapter floating out there, one Chapter was well it was hard for me to write and I may end up using it with some editing in the future. Its a good plot device what I did in the other version of this Chapter, but this is the version I decided to go with, it flowed better at this point in time. Now, I know for a fact there are 3 people involved in this whole thing against punk (and now possibly Randy) anyone have any guesses? Pm em to me and I'll tell you in the next chapter if you are right in any way shape or form XD! And now to answer some Reviewers.
Xenarocks99 : The Lake If I remember correctly, and from my Research, but I've been told I'm wrong by my Dad and sister, but I'm almost positive I'm right lol, I need to find my pictures. ANYWAYS The lake is Lake Cumberland in Kentucky. That's the best I can give you, I researched the hell out of that Lake before I wrote the last few chapters, but unfortunately nothing I searched for brought up the church, or the name of the town/lake where this was located. But, when I used Google maps, to look at the lake from above, I could see the place I stayed as a kid. So see how that one's difficult.
Slaygirl190 : To see you reading my work makes me beyond happy, but to answer your statement you have NO idea what is going on in the background of this story. This is epic in its own rights and I so can't wait to get the whole thing written up. I love the whole premises more then I've loved anything I've written in a long time. I hope you keep reading, as I plan to keep writing.
Blazing Glory : Happy to see your still hanging around, I loved going to this lake as a Kid, the house their staying at is a slightly expanded on version of the house I stayed in as a kid. The stairs up from the lake, and all are very clear memories of mine as a kid. The huge porch looking out over the lake as well. I need to get my Dad to send me pictures of it so I can some how show you all. And oh yeah, things are gonna start picking up XD!
misgivings: You have waited long enough! Here is the MORE you've asked for! Enjoy!
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Punk lay stretched out on the wooden dock starring up at the stars, he could still smell the smoke from the BBQ Randy had made earlier in the evening, and his jeans were still damp from jumping in the lake after dinner. His ribs itched, they'd been doing that more and more as of late, Randy said it was because he was healing. The real reason behind his dart away and off to the waters was to escape another round of Randy's questionings, to have time to think, time to figure out everything. Sure he'd had several weeks now, but still it was hard to say anything, do anything. How could he open his mouth, point fingers when those eyes glared down at him, and those words whipped through his brain.
"you say...one word...I'll come back here, and kill you,"His hand instinctively shot up touching the raised flesh of the scar that remained from the violent removal of his piercing. His heart thudded in his chest and he clamped his eyes shut, he could feel the hand around his throat, no oxygen his brain screamed, he rolled on his side on the dock trying to pull himself to the water.
"You have to tell someone eventually Phil," Randy spoke softly from the gloom of the porch. He glanced up and nodded feeling that steel band on his chest tightening again. "I know," He managed his throat hurt. He opened his mouth, the name there on the tip of his tongue, he could see it, feel it, he knew WHO it was but the word wouldn't slip free, then white flashes, he couldn't speak, he couldn't breath, he jerked up stumbling from his seat, running away from Randy and his pleading eyes.
"Are you trying to kill yourself" Randy asked starring at him in shock and horror at the thought, still holding him tightly.
He leaned against Randy letting the bigger man support them both for the moment, he shook his head. "No," he whispered.
"Then what are you doing?" He asked moving towards the dock again.
"I start thinking, and then I can't breath." He responded as Randy gently helped him out of the water before sitting next to him holding him close.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
Phil shook his head closing his eyes he was so tired all of a sudden, it had been such a good day until he freaked out. He let Randy hold him smoothing his hair back from his forehead. He heard Randy sigh softly and kiss his temple gently. "Come on lets go up to the house,"
He nodded slowly opening his eyes just as slowly he felt heavy weighed down, almost drugged though he knew he wasn't, his mind was just worn down to a thin rubbery edge that was begging to be cut. He leaned heavily on Randy on the way back up the hill, stumbling a bit on the steps almost falling.
"Its okay, only a little further, come on," Randy said gently concern in his voice, Once in the room Randy helped him out of the wet clothes and into dry Pajamas, then into the bed under the blankets feeling safe and warm and secure. Randy lay beside him holding him close rubbing his back and arms.
"I'm sorry," He mumbled.
"For what Phil?" He asked gently running his fingers through his hair.
"Not being as strong as I should be," He said softly.
Randy was quite but his fingers didn't stop moving just being soothing then finally a moment passed and Randy spoke again. "Phil, you've been through a lot in just 2 months," He said softly. "I don't expect you to be strong constantly."
"But, I am strong." he mumbled resting his head on Randy's shoulder. "I am I am," he mumbled
"I know you are," He said gently. "Get some sleep,"
"I didn't take drugs," Punk mumbled almost there, almost asleep, right here he could talk about it because it was more like he was dreaming then really truly awake. "It wasn't a drug deal going bad..." He yawned loudly, his ears popped.
"I know it wasn't, that." Randy responded gently not pushing, not prodding, letting him find his own footing.
"I..." He struggled again trying to stay awake. "I'm scared of him," he said softly. "But, I want to go back to work," He whispered as sleep fully sucked him down into its safe warm grasp he heard Randy mumble something but he wasn't sure what.
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After Punk fell asleep Randy found himself unable to sleep, he could see physically the smaller man was getting better, he'd put the weight he'd lost back on, the bags under his eyes were fading to a more manageable level of darkness. Hell, even the way he seemed to constantly be searching for his attacker were growing less. But this, tonight what appeared to be straight up panic attacks were worrisome. If Punk did go back to work, and he had one in the middle of the ring he couldn't exactly run out there and help him now could he?
He sighed closing his eyes trying to think, he waited a few more minutes then slowly crawled out of the bed pausing when Phil shifted in his sleep mumbling in coherently his fingers twitching as if seeking something to hold onto. He gently tucked him in and slipped from the room out onto the balcony where he called Hunter.
Hunter answered on then 2nd ring sounding amused but annoyed. "do you know what time it is?" He asked.
Randy shifted his gaze back into the room eying the clock. "Little after 8 here, so only 9 there, Punks asleep so I thought I'd give you a call," He stated.
"em hm," Hunter said the sound of a door shutting. "What's up kid?"
Randy sighed he hated being called kid but, he guessed if anyone had the right to do it, it was definitely Hunter. "Punks ready to come back to work," He paused.
"That's great we can set up a story line immediately,"
"He wants to address the reason he was suspended." He paused. "And I want to move to Raw with my come back."
"You need to finish your fued with Wade," He pointed out.
"Then move him to Raw, I need to be on Raw right now,"
Silence filtered through the phone from the other end then a long sigh came from the older man he could almost see him rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Are you sleeping with him again Randy?"
His stomach dropped, if he was this obvious to Hunter, well that would explain Sam's could shoulder recently, he sighed. "So what if I am, its my fucking life, I gave him up once, I.." he paused not sure how to word this.
"You don't want to loose him again do you?" Hunter asked.
"No I don't, you know how I felt about him before,"
"Yeah I fucking remember, your whole fucking world set and fell on him, Punk this, punk that, me and punk are gonna..." Hunter chuckled. "What about Sam and Alanna,"
Randy sighed softly. "Sam was talking divorce already before this started," He said calmly.
"You two seemed so happy,"
"Hunter...I love Alana, she's my little girl, I'd kill for her," He said. "she's the reason I married Sam, the only reason, Sam...was a mistake, Alanna never was,"
"So what will you tell your daughter?"
"The truth, that her Daddy loves her very much, and that he will always be there for her, but I just can't live with her mommy anymore,"
"Good luck on that kid," He stated.
"Thanks," he sighed looking out at the lake the moon was shimmering brightly on the water. "So back on topic yeah?" He asked.
"You and Punk on Raw, I'm gonna have hell on my hands, alright will move Wade tonight on Smackdown, and Punk can be back on Monday." He paused. "Will have you go after Wade in 2 weeks,"
"Sounds good to me, don't really care about Wade, I just wanna keep an eye on Punk,"
Hunter chuckled. "Yeah, how is he doing?"
"He's having Panic attacks, hasn't told me anything yet, but I think were getting close,"
"Good, because when I find out who did this to him, there's going to be hell to pay,"
"You'll have to get inline," Randy responded grinning when Hunter laughed.
"I'm sure I will," He said still laughing. "Alright, I'm going to bed, goodnight Randy, don't do anything I wouldn't do,"
"Well, that just takes all the fun out of this relationship," He grinned.
"oh shut up, goodbye," He could hear him laughing as he hung up, Randy smiled closing his phone he looked out over the lake again as he headed back to bed smiling even more when Phil instantly wrapped himself around him mumbling softly in his sleep.
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"What?"
"Yes, you heard me he's coming back."
"When?"
"Monday night on Raw,"
"Do I have to do everything myself?"
"I'm doing the best I can, but its hard to get close to him right now, give me a chance when he's back on the road, I'll take him out for good this time."
"No, I'm coming in, I'm done taking a back seat, you two a fucking useless, be ready for me when I get there."
"Yeah we will be, don't worry,."
"Good, and I'm gonna show you how its done,"
"I'm sure you will,"
"What was that?"
"Nothing, I'll see you on Monday then?"
"No, Tuesday I'll meet you on Tuesday,"
"Alright, see you then,"
"Yeah, and then I'll take care of the little smart assed shit,"
"Will be waiting,"
"oh...wait."
"What?"
"Make his life hell until I get there,"
"With pleasure,"
"good man, good man,"
TBC...