Day Old Hate, Dallas Green

I have several other stories in the works. Many of which being Punker's.

Apartment 108. Home sweet home.

'You have. 3. New Messages.'

"Hey baby! It's Shell, just want to let you know about Mac's on Friday. 10 o'clock sharp, after the show finishes. If you don't come, I'll totally suplex you bitch! Give me a call later aight? Kay! love!"

Beep.

"Hey it's Kat! We're so glad you're back in town baby, come down and check out the shop and I'll give you that tatt, no charge! My gift to you, alright, give me a call if you're gonna come in and I'll call up one of my hot guy friends and make him come down to so you can totally hook up. Alright babe, peace."

Beep.

"Hey. It's Phil, haven't talked in a while. Give me a call. The house is all settled and you know there's always room here for... if you... I love... just give me a call, Dee. I miss you."

Beep.

Her heart sank into her stomach, he called again. She would have to call back eventually; as much as it was killing her it was killing him too. She could hear it in the way he spoke.

A noise started somewhere, she listened for a second. She grabbed her bag, pulling it open and pulling out her cell phone. She looked at the number, she didn't recognize it and that scared her. This had happened before.

"Phil-"

"Buh-Bow!"

"Sophie!?"

"Sup babe, I feel like we haven't talked in forever!" Sophie smiled into her phone. "That's probably because we haven't. Not for a while at least..." She sighed. Awkward silence. How could it have already become awkward?

"Look. I'm gonna cut to the chase. Phil-"

"Sophie, it's great to hear from you but I really can't talk about him." Dee sighed, what could have possibly gone wrong? It had been two months since she left, no visits, no letters, no phone calls to Phil; it would always end up being his voicemail where she would leave a brief message once every fortnight. What was she supposed to say?

"He was doing a lot better, Dee. He took anger management classes, got some shitty certificate."

"Did you just say he was doing a lot better?" Adrianna asked, her ears perking up.

Sophie took a deep breath, running her hands through her hair.

"They're in Canada right now. Colt called. He's really worried..." There was silence for a moment.

"We're all worried Dee, really worried." Adrianna took a deep breath and took a seat on her couch.

"What do you mean worried, Soph?" Sophie sat down on her kitchen bench and took a deep breath.

"He's not eating a lot. He's not talking to anyone but Colt and Adam and Morrison. He's at the gym four hours a day, he's started getting into trouble with Vince. I mean, you must have watched a show lately hun, he looks like a piece of shit."

"I haven't caught a show yet Soph-" Lie.

"It's been really busy here-" Lie.

"I've been going out a lot, meeting people-" Massive Lie.

Honestly, she was exactly the same. She wasn't eating, working overtime because she hated being at home alone, and Shelly and Kat had been hounding her to go out with them for weeks. She couldn't help but wonder, if Sophie was there with her, would she be worried about her too?

"He hasn't been sleeping. And when he does, he wakes up in the middle of the night, loudly apparently. And..." "And what, Soph?" "Colt says sometimes he walks into the hotel room and he's crying, sitting on the bed crying. Now, you know Colt, and he likes to exaggerate a little bit but. We're really worried, Dee."

Dee took a deep breath. "Cut the crap, Soph." She could feel her holding back, stuttering to get the words out and she was sick of the sugar coated bull crap.

"We're worried for his safety Dee, we're worried he's gonna hurt himself, or someone else and it's gonna be bad." Adrianna began picking at her nails, absent-mindedly "Put him on suicide watch then-"

"That's not fucking funny." Sophie snapped. Adrianna stopped, Sophie had never yelled at her like that before. "He would never hurt himself Soph, he's too fucking proud." She sneered

"Adrianna..." She took a deep breath.

"You're serious?"

"Dead." This scared her.

"I'm gonna call him. Right now." She could practically hear Sophie grin.

"I really miss you around here, kiddo. And I want you to visit, even if you don't see Phil." Adrianna nodded, "Thanks Sophie." "No problem sweetheart."

Adrianna hung up the phone and pressed the little button for phonebook. She selected 'Phil' with the little love heart after it. She had to change that.

Sure, he had the right to be bummed out but. Fearing for his safety, that was different. That was scary.

After about 15 minutes, sitting there and staring at his name, she pressed the 'call' button.

"Hello?"

"Dee!?"

"Hey, I hope this isn't a bad time..." "No! It could never be a bad time." He sucked in some air and let it out slowly as she waited. "That was a little bit desperate, huh?" She couldn't help but smile. He didn't sound so bad. "I miss you."

She held her breath, she couldn't lie to him. There was a silence, he expected her to say it back but she just couldn't. "So, got anyone new?" She smiled into the phone. He laughed. "Oh yeah Dee, they're lining up at the door for a shot at me. Have you seen me lately? I look like a piece of shit!" He yelled, she held the phone away from her ear.

"Will you come visit?" He whispered cautiously.

"Not now." He groaned, rolling his eyes. She could practically see him running his hands through his hair, rolling his eyes and tapping his foot as he always did when irritated. She knew he was getting angry, she could tell because she had known him for close to four years now, and because half their conversations were over the phone.

"Why are you so scared to face me?" She scoffed

"Scared!? I'm scared!?" He waited for a response.

"I was scared Phillip. Scared when you would never come home, when you wouldn't get into bed with me, some days you wouldn't sleep and some days you would sleep forever. I was scared you would wake up and realize I wasn't good enough for you, that I wasn't worth it, because I'm not worth all this shit you're putting yourself through! I was scared when you hit me, when you yelled at me-" She yelled down the phone, stopping suddenly. Did she make him cry? She listened and it sounded as if she did. She laughed at the notion, making CM Punk cry. Pull the other one.

"I love you Dee, I always did and I always will; and I'm sorry I didn't let you know enough, but you can't keep doing this to me. I mean, can't you hear me? I'm fucking pathetic, does it make you happy to hear that!?"

"You're pathetic!? I'm the one who stayed, after all the times you left me alone, you would take my car and leave town to go wrestle, after all the times all my friends told me that you weren't good for me, when they told me-" She took a breath "told me that you were with Maria. I stayed." She started crying again, not loud gasps, silently.

Her mother had told her once, that one should never waste all their tears on just one person. She said that no one was even worth her tears. She said life was too short to waste your time running after one person.

Her mother had never met Phil Brooks.

"Enjoy life on the road Phil; tell Colt and the guys I say hi. Tell them I miss them."

She hung up the phone and sighed, "It can only get better from here."