Note: Thank you, GeekGoddess101, for telling me that I reposted the chapter! Lol! My bad!

It's Monday again. I'm sitting in Punk's locker room with John Cena. Punk is out in the ring, telling off Paul Heyman.

"You're dad is really good on the mic." John says to me.

I smile. "He's amazing at everything." I say as I continue watching.

I see Brock Lesnar come out and attack Punk. Punk's limping because of Money In The Bank...but now he's even more hurt. I can see the pain in his eyes as I see him take hits from Brock and get thrown into the ring post. I scream off the top of my lungs and run out to the gorilla area with John chasing after me. I quickly look at the TV, Punk is laying by the announce table. He's trying to stand up, but can't. I know I'm not supposed to do this...but I am. I run out to the ring and right past Brock. The crowd is confused. They have no idea who I am. I run up to Punk and kneel down.

"Are you ok?" I ask. I'm crying. I'm worried.

"Maddy, get out of here. You're not supposed to be out here." Punk says in pain.

"I don't care! I'm your daughter! I care about you and I'm not going backstage until you do." I say.

Punk sighs as the EMT's help him up. They help him backstage. I follow behind all of them.
I feel someone grab me by the arm and turn me around. I look up and it's Brock.

"Leave me the hell alone!" I yell.

Brock laughs as he pushes me to the ground. I land on my arm wrong. I ignore the pain and stand back up and kick Brock in the nuts. Brock falls to the ground and I laugh. I kick him in the face and then run backstage to the medical area. I go in and see Punk on the table.

"Maddy! Are you ok?" He asks as he hugs me.

"I'm fine." I say as I hug him back. He lets go.

"I'm mad at you for going out there. You're not aloud out there. Now I'm going to get in trouble for it." Punk says.

"I'm sorry!" I say. "I was worried about you!"

"Yeah, well you could have waited until I got backstage!" Punk yells.

The doctor person is just staring at us.

"Um...sorry to interupt, but Punk...you have a sprained ankle and some bruised ribs." The doctor says. "Go easy on your ankle and you should be ok."

Punk nods. "Ok." Punk says as he stands up and limps to his locker room. I follow him and go into the locker room too.

Punk grabs his bags and stuff. "Let's go." He says.

"Ok..." I say.

We go into the hallway and run into John Cena.

"Hey, Punk..." John starts to say but is cut off by Punk.

"What was so hard about watching her?" Punk yells. I back up.

"I'm sorry, she's a fast runner and I couldn't find her. By the time I saw a TV...she was on there kicking Brock in the balls and running off." John says.

"Still. Either you watch her or you don't." Punk snaps as he walks off.

I just stand there, not following.

"You ok, Maddy?" John asks me.

"I'm fine. But Punk is mad at me...I'm scared." I say as I start shaking.

"Why are you shaking and why are you scared?" John asks.

"Because when Dustin got mad like that...he would hurt me. I can't get it out of my mind. I don't know if Punk is going to hurt me..." I say as I start crying.

John hugs me. "He would never hurt you. He's just in pain and he will get over you running out there." He says.
"How do you know?" I ask.

"Because I've known Punk for many many years. I know him pretty well." John says as he stands back up from hugging me. "Come on, I'll walk you to Punk's tour bus."

I nod and we walk outside to the tour bus. John walks me in and we can't believe what we see...

Note: Oooh! What do they see?

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