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With that said, I'm sorry to inform you all that for the next month (perhaps longer, depending on how things go) this story is going to be on hiatus. I'm not sure why, but I just can't seem to find my inspiration for it at the moment. I never feel like writing it, and when I do, the chapters never end up as I want them to. I just think that I need to step away from it for a little while so that I can give you all the quality you deserve.

So, here's the last chapter for a while. I hope you all enjoy, and I promise I'll try and get back into the swing of things as soon as possible.

Chapter 10 – Let Me In

I stared at the door as it closed being Randy, wondering exactly what had just happened between us. For once, after our arguments, I didn't feel like crying. I was too shocked to cry.

He'd basically just thrown everything back in my face. He'd told me that... that this was all about me? That I didn't care about him? How could he even say something like that, when all I'd done as of late was worry about him?

I span around, grabbing a fist full of my hair and squealing loudly. The only time I'd ever really felt this way before was when Michelle had gotten under my skin... but god, all I wanted to do right now was to punch someone, or at least something. I was so unbelievably angry right now, and it was all thanks to my husband. The man that was supposed to treat me with respect and dignity...

The one that had just brought me down for asking him one simple question.

Shaking my head back and forth, I took in a few deep breaths, knowing I couldn't hang around here... and for once, I was more than thankful that it was a Sunday. In a few hours, I would be leaving for the airport, moving on to the next Raw show, and I honestly couldn't wait.

I didn't care that I was leaving behind an injured Randy, or that he probably needed me, even if he didn't show it. For once, I was more bothered about what I needed than what everyone else did... and what I needed right now was to get away.

I sat on the sofa, and my eyes were locked on the clock that lay on the wall across from me, the seconds ticking by faster than they ever had before. It was quarter to five, and I'd been sat in the exact same position for nearly two hours now, waiting for Randy to return.

My gaze momentarily moved to my case which sat in the hallway, packed and ready, and I let out a sigh of frustration. Like the stupid girl that I was, instead of leaving an hour ago when I should have, I had stayed behind. I should have been boarding my flight now to Atlanta, where tomorrow night's Raw was taking place... but instead, I was still sat at home.

Half way through throwing the clothes I needed into my bag angrily, my anger had begun to disappear... and the old me began to return. I hated it, I just wanted to be pissed off for a change and leave without having to deal with anything... but that wasn't me, and I knew it. No matter how much I didn't want to be around Randy right now, I needed to know he was okay before I left.

And not to mention, we needed to have a serious heart to heart.

The sound of the front door rattling as it opened brought me out of my thoughts, and I held in my breath. It took forever for it to close again, and I shut my eyes, smirking to myself unhappily as I realised why it had taken him so long. He must have seen my case still sat in the hall... and he wasn't happy about it.

He knew what time I was meant to be leaving, which was over an hour ago now. That's why he had taken so long to come home... because he was waiting till I'd left. He wanted to avoid me.

I crossed my arms over my chest, and a look of pure anger crossed over my features as my eyes found the opposite wall again. I made a point to look nowhere but at the clock, taking in as many deep breaths as I possibly could. I didn't even acknowledge Randy as I saw him from the corner of my eye, making his way slowly into the living room.

I hated how utterly pissed off I felt right now because of his actions. This wasn't who I was; I had never been this type of person before Randy had gotten injured. I took in another long, shaky breath, knowing I couldn't afford to lose it right now... but doing so was much harder than I had ever imagined.

So much time passed by in silence that I wondered whether I was by myself again... but just as I was finally about to turn towards the door, Randy stepped into my line of sight, giving me no choice but to finally look at him. My eyes trailed up his grey sweats, across his dark blue jumper where one of his arms were tucked securely inside by his sling, before finally meeting his face. His own eyes were guarded, like he was trying to hide something from me... but that was nothing new.

"Ella, I... I..." Randy stumbled over his words, and I snorted humourlessly, shaking my head back and forth. Even after what had only just happened, he couldn't even talk to me. How were we ever going to make things right if we couldn't even have a real conversation? "I'm sorry."

I froze, for a moment completely shocked by his apology. He was really saying he was sorry? That was the first time I had heard those two words from his mouth since... well, I couldn't even remember when the last time had been.

But as they sunk in, I began to shake my head, realising that they just weren't enough anymore. As much as I wanted it to be that easy, I couldn't just accept his apology and get on with everything... because there was nothing to get on with. What was the point on moving on with our relationship, if it had been terrible even before our last argument?

"What's happened to you, Randy?" I spoke up, breaking the silence. My voice was barely above a whisper as my eyes found his again, and I wondered if this was just going to start another shouting war between the two of us... but the look in his eyes never changed.

"I... I don't know," He ran a hand through his short hair, and a ragged sigh escaped his lips. I desperately wanted to jump into his arms and comfort him... but now wasn't the time. As much as it killed me, no time as of late was for that.

"You don't know," I sighed myself, standing up from the sofa so that I had a little more height. One thing I hated was when he looked down at me, and although he did it whether I was standing or not, at least I didn't feel quite as small. "Randy... I want to help you. I want to be there for you no matter what, through every single bad and good thing that happens in your life... but how can I do that if you won't even talk to me?"

Randy's hand met his hair again, but instead of removing it, he clasped it behind his neck, his expression pained as he tried to work out what to say to me in return. I could tell it was killing him, whether he should tell me what he was thinking or not. Any other time, I would have told him it didn't matter... I would have hugged him and changed the subject.

But for once, that wasn't going to happen, because this did matter. If we were both going to get through this, then I needed for him to tell me what was going on inside his head. He needed to learn to let me in.

"Ella, why can't you just accept the fact that this isn't something I can just share with you? You don't understand what it's like..."

"And why is that, Randy?" I interrupted, stepping closer to him with a raised eyebrow. "Why is it that I don't understand? It's because you won't tell me anything. You barely even acknowledge me, never mind let me in. Why can't you just accept the fact that you're not alone in this? That you need help and..."

"I don't need anybody's help."

I stopped completely as Randy ended my rant with five short words. My eyes dropped to the floor, and I let out a defeated grunt. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my whole body shaking from what was happening.

"Yeah, I can see that. You don't need anyone's help but your own, right? And let me guess, you don't trust anyone but yourself to get you back in the ring? That's why you didn't want to talk about physical therapy... and that's why you won't let me in."

Randy didn't even answer my question, and I shook my head back and forth as I backed away from him, wondering why I was still bothering. What was the point? I rubbed furiously at my eyes, ridding myself of the few stray tears. I knew they'd just be another thing for Randy to snap at me about if he saw them.

"You know what..." I stopped, wondering why I was even bothering saying anything to him. It wasn't like he cared about anything to do with me anymore, anyway, "Never mind. I'll just go now, catch a different flight, seeing as I missed the first because I waited around for this extremely rewarding conversation with you."

I shot him a look as I walked passed him and into the hall, picking up my things as I reached them. I could feel that he had followed me, but I didn't bother turning around. I didn't want to be even more disappointed with my relationship right now.

"Maybe you shouldn't have bothered."

His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and despite everything I had just told myself, I slowly turned back around to look at him. I didn't know what to do, or say, as he stared back at me with the blank expression I had grown used to.

Had he really just said that to me? That I shouldn't have bothered to wait for him? Did he really care about me that little?

"You know, you're right. I shouldn't have..." I hated that my voice wobbled as I spoke, that I showed him how badly his words had affected me. I quickly span back around before he could see anything else, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

I grabbed a hold of my bags for a second time and dragged them towards the door, not even bothering to look back or speak again as I opened up the door and nearly ran outside, slamming the door shut behind me.

I pulled my luggage down the path onto the pavement at the front of the house, only just realising in my haste that I had forgotten to call a taxi. Pulling out my mobile with shaky hands, I dialled the number I had saved in my phone and hired one, and I inwardly sighed when I hung up, knowing I had at least fifteen minutes to wait before I got to leave.

But there was absolutely no way I was going back in that house with Randy.

I looked around the empty street, knowing that I was probably going to get funny looks from our neighbours when some of them eventually appeared, but I didn't care. I quickly let go of my things and lowered myself to the floor, sitting on the edge of the pavement so that I could wrap my arms around my legs and rest my chin on my knees.

My eyes stared out at nothing for what felt like forever as I waited to escape. My mind, no matter how much I wanted, never left the man who was only a few minutes away from me. I finally allowed the tears that had been threatening to fall for so long out, for once not caring about them as they ran down my cheeks as I began to think the one thing that I had been trying to hide for so long.

Randy and I had a serious problem... and I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do about it. I couldn't get through to him. I could barely even speak to him without one of us getting angry. I could do nothing but stand by and watch as our marriage crumbled.