Unlucky number 13 ;) Hope you enjoyed the latest addition, let me know what you think :) Feedback helps me know what you like and don't about the story! Once again, I do not own the WWE or any of its employees. I only own Amber. I am in no way suggesting the story reflects real life, it is entirely fictional. Nor would I ever want any of this to ever be true - except maybe the snuggle parts :) It's just a made-up story. I also do not own any of the songs mentioned in this story at any point, I just like them. Thank you for reading.
"Amber? What's wrong? Where are you?" he asked worriedly. I sniffed, trying to compose myself for five minutes.
"I don't really know, I'm sorry for bothering you at this time…" I trailed off, sobbing again.
"Forget that, I'm awake anyway, what's going on?" he said hurriedly.
"I'm lost, its dark and I'm scared" I whimpered. "I'm outside a shop called…" I turned to look at the name, praying it was something he'd know. I sighed. "It's called Spar, some kind of corner shop" I added.
"Find a street sign okay?" he said, coaxing me for more information. "There's a sign here, it says Henry Street" I told him.
"Okay, I'll find it, I'm coming now okay?" I managed to say thank you before he hung up. I wrapped my arms around my shoulders in a combined effort to comfort myself and stay warm. A few drunken party-goers stumbled past, barely noticing me if not to laugh.
After half an hour, I was beginning to lose hope. Then I saw a silver SUV pull down the road. It stopped sharply by the pavement and Mike jumped out, the car still running. He ran over and kneeled beside me, studying my face. I wiped my hand across my cheek as excessive amounts of black eye make-up covered it. He checked that I wasn't hurt and picked me up. He walked me to the car and helped me in. He climbed into the drivers' seat and studied my face again with his piercing blue eyes.
"What happened?" he asked, distressed.
"Thank you for coming…" was all I managed before I burst into tears for the hundredth time that night. He drove me back to the hotel.
As we got there he asked "did you want to come up to mine and get cleaned up first?" I nodded and followed him. Once there, he gave me some warm towels, some sweat pants and an old t shirt to put on.
As we entered the room, CM Punk was lying stretched out on the sofa watching TV. His eyes widened when he saw me, Mike gesturing wildly behind me to stop him from commenting. I heard them talking from the bathroom.
"What happened to her?" I heard Punk ask.
"I don't know" Mike answered quietly. I removed as much make-up as I could in the sink, roughly drying my hair and folding my dress on the radiator. My phone vibrated in the pocket and I saw John's name flashing on the screen. I answered it as John's panicked voice blasted down the line.
"Amber? Are you okay? Where are you?" he cried.
"It's okay John" I sniffed. "I'm with Mike; I'll call you in the morning okay? I'm fine now" I tried to reassure him.
"I'm so sorry I didn't answer Amber, my phone was in my jacket" he told me guiltily.
"It's okay, I'll be fine, Mike's looking after me" I told him. I left the bathroom and walked over to Mike, hugging him.
"Hey, did you want me to call Wade or the guys?" he asked. I burst into tears again, my eyes red and puffy.
"I'd take that as a no" Punk added. Mike shushed him and sat me down.
"Tell me what happened honey" he said sitting down next to me and handing me a tissue.
"Erm, did you want me to go?" Punk asked, shifting in his seat. I shook my head and smiled a little.
I explained to them what happened. "I was at the arena with John, and I found that they left without me….and when I got back to the room, I found Wade….with Nikki" I sobbed into Mike's chest. "And Heath…and Justin…and Zeik…they must have known about it….she must have gone back with them in the car…" I cried. "So I just left, I took all my stuff and I left. I didn't know where to go, I just didn't want to be near them anymore…but then I didn't know where I was and it was raining and there were these guys…" I said, unable to finish.
Mike held me, not sure what to say. Punk, the brasher of the two, began "So you and Wade were…together…then?" I lifted my head a little.
"Well yeah…we travelled together, we slept in the same bed, we were always together. The others were supposed to be my friends" I said, tears streaming down my face again. "He left me at the arena, he told the others I'd told him to leave me, and he brought…her…back to our room" I sobbed.
"I can't believe he did that" Mike started, trailing off. After agreeing to let me sleep in their room and travel with them the following day, I cried myself to sleep on the sofa, wondering how on earth I was going to face them on the plane later.
Punk woke me early so we could get on the road. I rummaged through my suitcase and went into the bathroom. Even though I felt like someone had punched me repeatedly and looked like I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, I made an effort, wanting to show him what he had thrown away. I tousled my hair into beach waves; easy considering it was already a wavy mess. I applied silver eye make-up, waterproof just in case, and pink lip gloss. I slipped on my favourite black skinny jeans and gladiator sandals with a white corset-style top with ribbons to fasten it across the back. I grabbed my pink cardigan as I left and sat on the sofa waiting for the guys to get ready.
"Smart, getting into the bathroom before Mike stinks the place out" Punk joked as I laughed for the first time in a while. Mike left the room and changed while Punk took his turn.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Mike answered. "Is Amber there?" I heard a voice ask, in a distinctly English accent. My heart sank and the colour drained from my face.
"She doesn't want to talk to you" Mike told him, conviction in his voice.
"I want to hear it from her, thank you very much" I heard him answer cockily. He pushed past Mike and into the room.
"Amber…" he started.
"Just fuck off" I told him. Hearing the noise, Punk emerged from the bathroom in just his jeans.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"What's with the fucking audience? This isn't Oprah" Wade chided. Mike and Punk looked at me, wanting further instructions. I sighed.
"Say what you came to say, but they're staying here okay?" I told him impatiently. He inhaled deeply and walked towards me. "Don't come near me, don't fucking touch me" I instructed angrily, the tears from last night replaced with utter disgust at him.
"Look, what you saw, it wasn't as bad as you think…" he tried to explain.
"How the fuck do you know what I was thinking? Huh?" I yelled at him, Mike and Punk shifted uncomfortably but didn't leave me alone with him.
"I left the arena because I just wanted to be on my own for a bit, it was pissing me off okay, all the questions…" he added.
"The questions?" I asked him. "You mean my genuine concern? Worrying about you because I cared? That what you mean is it?" I was screaming now. "So you went and took that whore home, cause you knew she wouldn't ask questions, cause she doesn't give two shits about you? Makes your life easy, a one night stand?" I yelled across the room.
"Well you're always fucking around with John" he yelled back. "What's that supposed to mean?" I shouted back at him. "Hugging him, confiding in him, John this and John that. Its god damn annoying" he clenched his fists.
"John is my best friend! John is married! John isn't a complete and utter asshole!" I screamed at him, gesturing to Mike to get rid of him. I turned away from him, scowling. "Just get lost, just your presence makes me sick" I spat.
"Yeah well that makes two of us" he replied. Punk and Mike ushered him out.
"You okay?" Mike asked.
"I'm fine, let's go" I said as we left the hotel for the final time, climbing into the car, heading for the airport.
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