Authors Note: 2 chapters left whoa.

Brian, you are pretty interesting. There was so much that not many people know about you. I like that. I like just how secretive you were, but how talented you were too. The main thing that I hated though, was how you were with what people deemed the popular crowd. You were the person that hung around with the Big Dogs, the people that ruled the locker rooms I get it, don't get me wrong. You wanted to make a bigger name for yourself than the first time you were around. After all, being stuck with Ashley would've done the same to me. She wasn't something to be proud of working with. You were friendly and someone that people wanted to be friends with. There was just that attitude about you in NXT that I really liked. Maybe it's why I was always trying to speak to you. Anyway, I'm going on and on about things that I shouldn't be going on about. What I want to talk about is how your popularity made your head big. Everyone's favourite Cruiserweight was an arrogant asshole, and not only that? A pervert just like a few other wrestlers in this damn company.

It started pretty simple. You asked me for my number, and honestly? I kinda guessed that it was a bad idea from the start, but I just really wanted the attention. I wanted someone to just try and show me that I was alright. How dumb. No-one was really going to give a shit about me though. I think it was just me giving up at that point. I didn't want anyone to treat me like shit anymore, so the first bit of attention. I took it. It just happened to be with the wrong kind of person. I don't wanna say that about you, but I guess it has to be said. Brian Kendrick isn't a nice person. Sucks to hear that, doesn't it? That someone finally saw past that stupid little facade of a great guy that you had, and saw your for the pig that you are. We're gonna get right to the nitty gritty of all of this, what really made me hate you. First of all, you were at that party the night that Sasha was raped. You heard all of it, and didn't make any kind of voice about it all. How fucking shitty.

But the thing that really got me, was that even though you knew what I'd seen, and don't say you didn't. I know you did. You still tried to force yourself on me. Oh, I know right? Another person that thinks the women of this company owe them something. Let me finish what I was starting, anyway. Like I said, you gave me your number and I accepted the dumb date that you asked me on. I really shouldn't have, but anyway. I decided that we'd go to like some local joint. They made really good burgers, I remember that. I took my time getting there, and got there at 5pm. It was just before the show, but we decided to skip out for the night. Steph was alright with it. We worked pretty hard, and she was cool. They switched up the women's match, and the Cruiserweight dark fight was remixed too. It was fun. I waited, though. I waited so damn long for you. Girls always sit there and say, that the longer you wait. The more you go through. I went through 3 milkshakes and a plate of fries. Honestly, shouldn't have. My diet went to shit.

20 minutes passed, and then another 10, and then I was really close to leaving. I got up and started making my way to the door, and then you walked in and I was... I don't even know what I was expecting. You should've come by yourself. Not with everyone that seemed to have something out for me. Roman, Colby - Jericho. All of them were there, and made a way to a table a little bit out the way. I wanted to ask, but you'd come over saying that you'd buy me another, and that you were sorry. I accepted it, of course. I wanted to just be a little happy for the night. We sat there, and we talked, and then I felt... I felt your hand all over my leg. I felt myself freezing. I wanted to scream, and I wanted to make sure everyone in this damn restaurant knew what you were doing. Our booth was just far enough out that no-one saw what you were doing. Your hand went further up, until it just... touched me. Touched me in the most inappropriate place. It really fucking shook me.

So, I screamed. I screamed, and pushed you off of me, and I almost cried when you came at me. You were talking about how you were gonna smash my head in, and make me pay for pushing you away. You stormed out, and all of your fucking friends followed and you just... you left me. You left me there to realize that I'd been sexually harassed again. I couldn't do much. I sat there, and I accepted it. I couldn't get out of this cycle of self hatred, and the feeling of being shamed by everyone around me. I accepted that Brian, and that was your entire fault. I know, you're probably asking me why I went there, and why I didn't tell anyone what had happened. I couldn't. I was done. I couldn't be here anymore.

Okay, two more pages. Two more interesting pages. You know I told you we were gonna get to Chris sometime soon. Well, this is the page. We're gonna shoot to another party. Another party where I just wanted to lose control. Where I wanted to be reckless and happy, and god – it was the worst decision of my life. This is for you, Chris Jericho. The man who broke my soul.