Hi everyone! Melly here with chapter ten! I hope you enjoy this one! Shout to Ronnie and Torrie givin' me a hand with this chapter! Thanks guys! love you!
Chapter Ten: Opportunities For Some, Hell For Others
I am an idiot. Everyone in this world makes mistakes, but I made one that I shouldn't have made. I knew it was wrong, and I went through with it anyways. I cheated on my fuckin' girlfriend, and I wish that I hadn't.
But I got caught up in the moment with Paige, and when our lips met, there was no goin' back. I felt as if Casper understood what I was feelin' in that moment. 'Bout not feelin' good enough for Renee.
Half of me is sayin' that me cheatin' on Renee ain't that big of a deal 'cause it was nothin' more than hot sex. Let's be honest here, everyone in their life needs hot sex in their life every now and then.
I ain't rushin' into sex with Renee 'cause of that fact that I care 'bout her. If I didn't give a damn 'bout that girl, I probably woulda already fucked her already. But I haven't, and that's because I fuckin' care.
Renee is a beautiful woman, and I am lucky to be able to call her my girlfriend. I just got too much shit goin' on, and I gotta straighten everything out. I know I gotta tell her, but I ain't tellin' her 'cause I don't wanna hurt that girl.
As soon as she finds out my stupid secret, that shit gonna kill her. It's gonna break her, and I'm the reason she's gonna be broken.
It makes me mad because I know that I'm better than that. My head is just caught up in too much shit right now, and it's causin' me to make choices that I ain't proud of.
But trust and believe in me when I tell you that I'm goin' to fix this. Renee came into my life at the right time, and I am glad that she's here.
Whenever I'm around her, I can't control the feeling of happiness that rushes through me. There are days where I try to fight it. Only because I'm not used to the feeling of happiness. It never came to me easy as a child, and it's still hard to come across nowadays.
She's just so bright, happy, and outgoin' that I can't help but to smile. Sometimes I think that I don't even notice that I'm smilin.
That's what she does to me.
It's not that I don't' trust her, 'cause I do. Or I want to at least try to convince myself that I trust her. She hasn't ever once given me a reason not to trust her. Trust is just hard to come by for me.
And let me tell you, that backstabbin' asshole known as Seth Rollins turning on me and my brotha the way he did, did not help my fuckin' issues. But that's where I have to make the difference.
That's where I have to separate Renee from everyone else and see and label her as what she is.
The reason for my happiness.
The next couple of weeks for Dean consisted of him being thrown into random matches, but he didn't mind. A match was better than no match at all. Not only that, but he had also been there for his best friend Roman Reigns quite a bit lately as well.
Since Bray Wyatt was targeting Roman, and Dean knew just what kind of games Bray could play, Dean made a vow to be there for his brotha and help him out. After all, it's always better to have a helping hand rather than be in a battle all alone.
He hadn't talked to Renee in a few days. In fact, he had been avoiding her. He knew that it was easier this way. He still wasn't ready to tell her the secret that he had been keeping from her. He didn't want to tell her because he didn't want to deal with the outcome. He knew it wasn't going to be a pretty one at all.
He was going to talk to her when he was ready to face her. Actually face her. He didn't want to have yet another awkward encounter with her. He shouldn't have to have an awkward encounter with his girlfriend. But he did, and it was his fault. Because he had made the decision to cheat, and now he was paying the price.
-Tuesday, August 4th, 2015-
The feeling of rough and itchy skin awoke the Miz to another sun-filled, swampy morning in this random town he happened to be in. Covered to death in gator blankets as the heat blazed upon his eyes, the A-Lister quickly kicked off the blankets and hopped out of the back of Matt's truck.
Oh yeah, that's right. He slept in the back of a man's dirty, filthy pickup truck. Not to mention the owner of the pickup truck was a man who happened to look exactly like him.
"Fuck this place," Miz complained, tossing aside the gator blankets as he rubbed his eyes to get the glare out of them. Something still felt completely off.
"Hey there gator bear, glad to see you're up and on your feet! We thought you'd never wake up!" came the cocky, southern sway voice of Matt. He waved towards his double, slightly snickering to himself as a beautiful blonde appeared behind him. Miz scratched his head in confusion; why did that double look like Trish Stratus in a twisted way?
"I want you to meet my sister Amanda Mike! She's hot as hell, you know! Come and get to know her!" Matt yelled, before pointing towards the clothesline to show Miz his clothes. "We washed your monkey suit for ya! Unfortunately, I only have enough clean pairs of outfits for myself, so you'll have to go skimpy for a while! Be back in a bit!"
As Matt headed inside the house, Amanda tucked her hair behind her ears as she made her way towards the Awesome One, and for once, he was frozen in fear. Here he stood, naked as the day he was born, in some weirdo world he had never been to, with a hot girl in front of him.
"Hey there sexy," she chimed sweetly with a southern accent, minus the drawl. "I heard you're a big famous movie star where you're from, that true sugah?" she questioned, and while Miz couldn't string together a proper sentence, he stood at attention, as did something else.
"You must be as excited to meet me as I am to meet you," she said, closing the distance between them and grabbing on to the egotistical superstar to where he couldn't squirm free.
Even though Miz did in fact find Amanda hot, he had a girl back at home, and that girl was his life. Eve was his world, and soon enough he would find out that she was carrying his child. "Um, no, I can't say that the excitement is mutual. Sorry."
Amanda slapped the shit out of the Miz as if he were defying her orders. "Not mutual huh? Well your body's telling me otherwise, and you don't exactly have your monkey suit either 'Mikey'," she mocked in a teasing tone. She pushed him back onto the bed of the truck and hopped on top of him, with the Miz desperately trying to escape.
"I've never seen someone like you so excited before," she exclaimed, dragging him and tying his feet to the chain of the truck.
Miz gave her a confused as fuck look. "Look…..Amanda, is it? I am not excited, and I don't want you. Alright?" He said, clearly annoyed. "I have a girl back at home, and as soon as I get the fuck out of here, I'm going back to her. I want nothing to do with you. Read my lips. I. DON'T. WANT. YOU." He yelled, trying to get away.
Completely ignorant as most blondes would have been, Amanda ignored the Miz's rejections and began grabbing his member, rubbing it fast to create plenty of friction and hardness, before bouncing on top of the A-Lister, and bobbing it in and out of her core as she threw her head back wildly with immense pleasure. The Miz did the best he could to try and ignore her, but with the grunts coming out uncontrollably, he succumbed to the blonde vixen's charms, unloading inside of her as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
The rousing sounds of laughter and applause roared from the house as the figure of Matt stepped outside into the sunlight, with a cocky smirk on his face. Mike fluttered his eyes open enough to look at his double: freshly shaven, Hollywood styled clothes, and sunglasses that could make anybody jealous.
"Glad to see that you're having fun with my sister Miz, because while you're stuck here, fucking with her, I'll be taking your place where it really matters: in reality, with your soon to be wife, and your baby." He grinned like a wicked madman, Mike not believing that this was practically the evil version of himself he was staring at.
"My...baby? I don't have a baby you asshole! And there's no way you're taking my life away from me! Fuck that!" Mike yelled.
"On the contrary mon ami, you do. Because only he knows," Matt grinned, and now so do you. He rolled his bag over to his Ferrari sports car parked in the garage, tossing his bag into the trunk. "It's been real my friend. Take care of that stupid slut, would you?" he chuckled, flashing a trollish smile as he hopped into his car, roaring the engine to life.
With his life feeling as if it were literally slipping away from him, he watched as Matt spun the car out from the garage, and hit the open highway, seemingly to the freedom that should have belonged to Mike.
"Fuck you! Fuck this!" Mike yelled, somehow finding the inhumane strength to break the chain off of his leg as if he were John Cena. Mike quickly jumped into the driver's seat, grabbing the keys from Amanda's purse, and making the piece of old junk roar to life. "Come on you piece of shit! Drive drive drive!" he screamed at the dashboard. With Amanda silently watching from the bed of the truck, Mike could see Matt speeding ahead into what appeared to be a...tornado?
Matt kept speeding full throttle, not even once looking back at his double. "Peace out bitch ass motherfucker," he quipped, driving straight into the winds of the tornado as his car got sucked completely upward.
"Crazy son of a bitch! Where the hell does he think he's going?!" Mike yelled, stepping on the pedal until it broke and when push came to shove, he and Amanda were headed straight into the tornado as it sucked them up as well, swirling them to only God knew where.
Mike couldn't believe his eyes….was he...home? He shook his head. There was no way he could be home. This didn't make any sense. He was now somehow magically out of this upside world? And where the fuck did the random pair of boxers come from? Although he wasn't going to complain. He was happy not to be butt naked anymore.
He got out of the car, looking around. His blue eyes instantly landed on Matt was was entering some hotel. He followed him. He had to keep cool. Especially in front of all these people. His heart was racing. What if Eve was here? But it couldn't all suddenly become so easy for him.
Or could it?
He followed Matt, staying on his heels, even as he look-a-like entered a random hotel room. But it wasn't any hotel room. It was the hotel that belonged to the woman he loved with all of his heart. His fiancée, his everything.
"E-E-Ev-Eve…." He stammered, stumbling over her name. Not only was she alive and well. But she was indeed pregnant. Just like Matt had said. His blue eyes landed on the small baby bump, but immediately softened. "I….I'm going to be a father?" He whispered, his voice still very shaky. He was looking at Eve, but the Denver native stood there looking straight through him as if he wasn't even there.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up…." Eve said to herself quietly as she pinched her own skin. "You're dreaming. This is just a dream. Mikey died three months ago, he's not alive anymore." She whispered aloud as Mike watch a tear roll down her cheek.
She looked so different. So broken, so miserable. She didn't look like herself at all, and that made Mike feel horrible. He had abandoned his girl when she was in need of him the most. Three months? Mike thought to himself. I was gone for that long? "No, baby," he finally spoke. "I'm not dead. I'm right here in front of you." He took a shaky step forward. "Open your eyes, Eve."
"Too bad I'm the real Mike," Matt chimed in.
Mike turned around, punching his look-a-like right in the face. "Don't you dare try that fucking shit! You have messed with my life long enough and I have been in your hell long enough. The one thing you aren't going to do is mess with my girl's fucking head, you prick." He said coldly, shaking his hand as he watch Matt fall to the floor groaning in pain as he held his nose. Then he turned back to Eve. "I know this is crazy, baby, alright? But I'm alive, and I'm okay." He went to touch her, but Eve back away from him immediately
"No, you're dead." She said. "I went and I saw you in the hospital the night you died. You're dead!" She sobbed, no longer to hold any of her emotions back.
Mike could feel his heart starting to break as tears filled his own blue eyes. Here stood the woman he loved, and yet she didn't believe he when told he was real. He was here.
Mike may have been home. But he had yet to get life back together. Most importantly, how was he going to get the love of his life back?
-August 5th, 2015-
Bayley had to admit, at first she never saw herself spending this much time with Sami, but she had been, and the very bubbly outgoing Diva had to admit that she was enjoying Sami's company. She had a lot going on at the moment, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.
She was on the road to getting her hands on the NXT Women's title, and she couldn't be more excited. She had finally beaten Charlotte in a one on one match that was a great one. She couldn't help but to get emotional after the match. She had finally beaten Charlotte, and she had to admit that she was currently feeling on top of the world.
The bubbly Diva's mood would only get better after Bayley went to William Regal, asking the NXT General Manager for a title match, and while he hadn't denied Bayley persay, he simply explained that Bayley would have to beat the spitfire known as Becky Lynch in a number one contenders match. The winner of that match would go forward to face Sasha Banks for the title on August 22nd at NXT Takeover Brooklyn.
Bayley happily accepted. Because she was ready for this fight. Tonight, she proved herself, and furthermore, she showed the world that she was just the right Diva to become the next NXT Women's Champion.
"Bayley!"
Bayley turned around to see Sami standing there. She was heading home after her NXT match, and was still feeling great. "Hey there Sami!" She said happily, unable to get rid of the wide smile that was on her face.
"I saw your match tonight! It was amazing! You beat Charlotte! Great job!"
The California native couldn't help but grin at Sami. "Yeah, I did! It felt so good to beat her!" She exclaimed excitedly. "Did you hear what William said? Next week I get to face Becky Lynch, and then the winner gets to face Sasha at Takeover! I was so excited, I almost hugged him." Bayley giggled.
Sami chuckled softly. "Of course you went to hug him. You hug everyone Bayley," he said. "I saw you give that little fan a hug. She looked so happy. She was so happy. It was really sweet of you to give her your headband."
Bayley smiled. "If it weren't for the fans, there would be so Bayley," she said softly.
And it were true.
The brunette glanced at Sami. "You know, I was just about to go back home to relax, but if you want...we could go and grab a bite to eat. I'm pretty hungry."
"Sure, Bayley, a bite to eat sounds great." He said as the two of them walked towards Bayley's car in the parking lot, and for some reason, JoJo crossed his mind for the briefest of moments.
-11:43pm-
When Renee opened her eyes and saw that she was alone in a car with Emma, the first thing Renee felt was fear. The fear shot through her veins at record speed, and she wanted to scream. But she quickly found out that it wouldn't have mattered if she did scream. - Because Emma had covered her mouth with duct tape, tied her hands behind her back, as well as tied her ankles together.
She was scared. She was scared as fuck if she was being honest. She had no idea where Emma was taking her, or what would happen to her once they had reached their destination. Wherever that was going to be.
Her mind immediately thought of Dean. What if she never got to see him again? Ironically, he was the reason Renee was in this very spot. Because Emma was beyond obsessed with him.
Emma's eyes meet with Renee's brown ones as she gave her a creepy smile. "Good evening, sunshine," she greeted. "Did you sleep well?" She offered Renee another smile.
Renee rolled her eyes. Emma knew she couldn't respond. The fuckin' bitch had duct taped her mouth shut.
Emma chuckled softly. "I told you to stay the hell away from my baby. You should've listened to me, Renee. But you didn't. Hell, you didn't even back off after I had shot you. I didn't think you were that stupid. I really didn't.
The Canadian blonde took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She had to remember just how dangerous Emma truly was.
So she thought of Dean to help keep herself calm. She could never seem to get him out of her head nowadays anyways. She was always thinking about the Lunatic Fringe.
She was always thinking of him because she had slowly developed a total and complete girl crush on him. Part of her thought that it was ridiculous in all honesty. Then the other half of her embraced it. You couldn't control how felt. There was no point in fighting it.
In all honestly, Renee wasn't sure what her favorite part about the Lunatic Fringe was. He made her feel alive, happy, and free. He made her laugh. He was kind to her. Not to mention, despite the labels, Dean actually wasn't that crazy. Maybe Renee was able to notice that because she was actually taking the time to get to know him instead of labeling him. Even though he kept pushing her away, Renee didn't walk away.
The blonde had told her boyfriend that she wasn't going anywhere. That she was here to stay and she meant it. She was gonna show him the real feeling of true happiness. Emma would flip if she found out that I was officially Dean's girlfriend. Renee thought to herself. She liked the idea of causing Emma pain. Especially after the hell Emma had put the Canadian native through lately.
Emma finally pulled onto the dirt road, and Renee's heart rate increased dramatically. She could feel the fear shoot through her all over again. What if she didn't make it out of the place alive?
She closed her eyes, making a promise to herself as well as Dean. I'll make it back home to you.
Seconds later, Emma dragged her out of the car, as her sensitive skin was dragged across the rocky and rough driveway towards the front door of what looked like to be an old, abandoned cabin. "I'd carry you inside, but I know for a fact that me dragging you across this gravel is causing you pain. And quite frankly, Renee, that brings me a lot of joy." She said, her
Renee wined in pain as Emma took her inside, and threw her into an empty room. "Don't go anywhere," she laughed as Emma looked at Renee who was still tied up with her mouth taped shut. The eye roll from Renee didn't go unnoticed by the psycho known as Evil Emma. "If you're a good girl, Renee, maybe...just maybe I'll bring you some food later," Emma flashed her a smile. "But if you're a bad girl….don't think that I won't think twice about making your life hell," Emma whispered into Renee's ear as she tugged on the blonde's hair roughly. "Because I promise you I will. And it sucks that your little boyfriend isn't here to save you, doesn't it? Where is he now, huh Renee?" Emma questioned, kicking Renee straight in the ribs over and over until Renee had fallen over onto her side. "Where's Dean now!?" She screamed. "He doesn't give fuck about you. When the hell are you going to open your eyes and when are you going to see that, huh Renee!?"
The Canadian blonde let out yet another pained muffled scream as Emma kicked her again. This time she heard a cracking noise as Emma's kick connected perfectly, and she knew that a couple of her ribs were now broken. She couldn't stop the tears from pouring out of her brown eyes.
Emma pulled Renee up by her hair before slamming her up against the wall. Then the Australian Diva knelt down beside Renee, slightly out of breath. Still holding a handful of Renee's blonde hair in her hand, Emma slammed her against against the cement wall. "Tell me Renee….please explain to me...if Dean cares about you so much why did he cheat on you, huh? Why did he hook up with Paige if he cares about you so much? And believe me when I tell you that your boyfriend enjoyed fucking some other girl who wasn't you. Hell, he probably enjoyed it because it was someone other than you!" She exclaimed, throwing her head back with a laugh.
Renee's heart sank into the pit of her stomach. Dean cheated on her? With Paige? She shook her head. She didn't believe it. She refused to believe it. He wasn't a bad person. He wasn't a cheater. She couldn't control the amount of tears that were pouring down her cheeks. If this was true, then she was a fool. She was an idiot, she had gotten close to Dean only for him to break her heart.
God, love really could tear someone apart.
"It was hot, seeing him get off the way he did. You could probably never get him off the way Paige was able to get him off. I'd be lying if I didn't admit to you that I got myself off while listening to him moan. But, why wouldn't I? He's mine. Dean belongs to me, Renee. The sooner you see that, the better." Emma explained.
The Australian then stood to her feet, spit in Renee's face, and left the room while locking it on her way out.
As Renee watched Emma leave the room, her brown eyes landed on the gun that was in the back pocket of her jean shorts. Renee knew for a fact that if Emma got her hands on that gun and was able to pull the trigger….she wouldn't make it back to Dean alive.
A/N: Yay! Another chapter is finished! I know that things are starting to get crazy, but hey, that's a good thing! Please take the time to review! Thank you! - Melly.