Author's Note: An excerpt.
CM Punk sat angrily, and a bit agitated backstage at another Monday Night Raw. He sat there back in the locker room, legs crossed, hood up, and staring blankly at his phone. How long had he been staring at it? He knitted his dark eyebrows together in extreme anger, giving the phone a death glare almost. If looks could kill... Why wouldn't it ring already? Two months and still no phone call, no text, no tweet, nothing. He was beginning to get worried. What if she...? No. What did he expect? It's not like she would just wake up and everything would be normal.
"Bro, she's not going to call..." Zack Ryder, a close friend of Punk's said as he looked in the nearby mirror to spike up his highlighted frosted hair. CM Punk sighed. He couldn't help but to have some sense of hope. He had to have something, and he wouldn't give up, not ever.
"It's been two months." The straight edge said, "Don't you think everything would be okay by now?"
"I don't know bro..." Zack shrugged and Punk closed his eyes trying to calm himself. He remembered that day like it was yesterday, it was sort of ironic.
"Did you have fun with Kaitlyn tonight?" CM Punk asked his longtime girlfriend AJ. They were driving back from a SmackDown taping, and AJ and Kaitlyn had went out for a while since they weren't scheduled for the show. CM Punk on the other hand, was exhausted from his matches. AJ though more happy and relaxed due to her recent activities with her best friend Kaitlyn.
"Yeah." AJ answered simply. Punk smiled at her and she returned the smile as they drove. Punk thought that she looked beautiful tonight. "I'm really tired though." AJ commented.
"Me too." Punk replied as he reached to click on the radio and set it at a reasonable volume. The couple still had a long way back to the hotel. A soft song came on, creating a relaxing atmosphere. AJ, enjoying the setting Punk created, leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes.
"Hey Punk?" AJ asked playfully.
"Yeah?"
"Have I told you that I love you today?" She asked with a hint of a smile in her voice. Punk tapped his chin playfully, mimicking the act of thinking.
"Actually, no. I don't think you have." He answered.
"Okay then, I love you." AJ told him with a sweet smile as she leaned over to place a cute kiss on his bearded cheek.
"I love you too." He replied, and the two elapsed into a most comfortable silence, well that is until a Ramones' song came on the radio. Punk let a grin come over his face. "I think you know what this song is." He teased AJ. She laughed.
"Please no." She begged.
"You know you want it."
"Don't sing!" She yelled and it was followed by laughter.
"Have I ever told you, how good it feels to hold you?" The straight edge sang rather loudly, and off-key, but AJ thought it was cute. "It isn't easy to explain..."
"Punk stop!" AJ begged as she held her sides from laughing too hard.
"When you kiss me, I just gotta... Kiss me, I just gotta... Kiss me, I just gotta say: Baby I love you!" He sang. "Baby I love, I love only you!" He made AJ giggle like a little schoolgirl. He knew that she loved that song. Baby I Love You by The Ramones, and Punk was quite a Ramones fan too.
"Stop it!" AJ said full of laughter. Punk only shook his head no,so the second verse, AJ began to sing with him. "I can't live without you, I love everything about you. I can't help it if I feel this way!" The spitfire sang. Her voice wasn't bad, but Punk loved it. He loved when he could be silly with her.
"Oh I'm so glad I found you, I want my arms around you. I love to hear you call my name." CM Punk sang. "Tell me that you feel the same!" They sang together. Suddenly, time seemed to slow down as AJ looked out the front window only to be blinded by oncoming headlights.
"Punk!" She screamed, and it was a blood curdling scream; one that made you flinch. "Look out!" Punk's head jolted up and sure enough there was an oncoming semi truck on the wrong side of the road. He turned the steering wheel furiously to try and dodge the truck, but his efforts were to no avail.
All he could remember was a loud crash, and a scream. The car flipped over and over, too many times than he could remember. He heard the sound of glass breaking, and then silence as the car came to a stop on its side. CM Punk was unharmed, but he quickly looked over at his girlfriend who was unconscious. Her forehead was bleeding as it rested on the dash. She didn't have her seat belt on.
"AJ?" He asked, hoping she would answer. "AJ!" He yelled as he shook her petite form. This was bad, it was very bad. Finally he reached for his phone and called for an ambulance. After that, he was numb. At the hospital, AJ was rushed to intensive care, and Punk waited for hours. Finally after six hours, and emergency surgery, she woke. Punk rushed to her room. "AJ, are you alright?" He asked as he took in her frazzled appearance. There was a scar etched on her face...
"CM Punk?" AJ asked in confusion. "What are you doing here?" Punk was immediately taken aback. She didn't even know that they were together...
After the accident, AJ suffered some from memory loss. She thought that she was still in NXT, and not WWE. Hell, she didn't even remember her relationship with Daniel Bryan or CM Punk. The only thing that she did remember was her friendship with Kaitlyn. The doctor also forbade AJ from wrestling, it could cause brain damage.
"She needs time." Zack concluded. "Don't you think she's a little freaked out by all of this? Just to wake up and half of her life be gone?" He said and Punk nodded in understandment.
"I just miss her." The straight edge confessed.
"Aw, my little Punky." Zack teased.
"Shut up." Punk replied, and just then his phone started to ring. He picked it up and stared at it only to see a picture of AJ and her bright smile. "It's her!" He said a little shocked.
"Answer it!" Zack yelled.
"I am!" Punk yelled then answered the phone. "Hello?" He asked.
"CM Punk?" AJ asked, and Punk was just happy to hear her voice. It had been so long.
"AJ?" Punk asked.
"I think we should meet up and talk about things." She said, sounding shy and CM Punk was simply at a loss for words.
"Okay." He managed to say.
