Hello loves ;) Figured I'd throw an update your way, it's been a few days, and I was able to work on this story over the weekend...thanks so much for the continued support with the reviews, follows and favorites; love getting those e-mails :D Monday's Raw...wow! So happy to see the champ back wrestling in the ring and he didn't disappoint! I think Rocky has met his match on the mic, I also think he's a little rusty b/c I don't think Punk looks like a "crack head Popeye" and Cookie Puss is not his best insult...regardless the promo got me super hyped for the Royal Rumble and even more excited to see what the Road to Wrestlemania brings seeing yours truly will be in NJ for WM29! (88 days)

Enjoy...

Sara's POV:

Let this be a lesson in showing affection when I'm grateful, should have been the thoughts going through my head as I felt Punk's lips on mine rather then his scruffy cheek that I was aiming for. Even though it surprised me and I should've pulled back immediately, I found myself wanting more. I felt Punk's hand on the back of my neck as he moved closer, my hands rested on his chest. My mind was so torn; a minute ago Punk was the one telling me to fix things with Randy and here he was engaging me in a make out session, the best I'd had in a long time. The only thing to pull me back to reality was the feel of his hand inching up the back of my shirt. I pulled away feeling breathless, my head a cloud of confusion.

"What's wrong?" I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and took a deep breath before facing him. Looking at him I wanted nothing more then to keep going, but I knew the whole thing was wrong. He was in a relationship and I'd already regretted having sex once that day, I didn't need to make it a second time.

"Phil we can't do this…what about Amy? Besides this isn't me; I'm not the kind of girl who just goes around having sex and kissing just anybody." I could tell he was angered by what I'd said and regretted my word choice; he wasn't just anybody, but at the same time he wasn't that someone either.

"I see how this is, Randy can do no wrong, but I'm just not good enough."

"Phil that isn't what I said and you know it…"

"You don't have to say it Sara, I already know it; hell I've known it for months. I don't get it, why won't you give me a chance?" My head started to spin as I attempted to shake it off not understanding what he was talking about.

"What do you mean give you a chance? You've never asked for one!"

"Bullshit! I've had feelings for you since the day we started working together and everyone has seen it but you. I laid everything out on the table after the club thing happened, yet you still chose him over me. It's funny that you felt the need to explain our friendship to Randy, yet you never explained anything about your relationship to me. I just want to know, what does he have that I don't?" I was stunned in that moment, unable to speak, completely torn on my feelings.

Randy was safety; I felt secure with him, he'd never said anything but kind words to me. Then there was Punk; I never knew how he was going to be with me, so the idea of entering into a relationship with him was insane. However there was always something that kept me drawn to him; maybe it was the fact that he'd call my bluff, unlike Randy who just let it go. Then there was the thought of sex. I was with Randy for two months and we'd barely engaged in foreplay; for a reason I couldn't explain I wanted to take things slow. It was the opposite with Punk; when he got too close I felt the need to just go for it without thinking.

Shaking the excess thoughts from my head, I looked at Punk again who was still awaiting an answer; one I couldn't give him, at least not yet. "I'm so sorry I made you feel that way…" I walked out of the room deciding I needed to take a walk. I walked for an hour before stopping at a park; slumping down on a bench I exhaled watching my breath. I was torn between the familiar and the unfamiliar; the good and the sometimes good.

Taking another deep breath, I was preparing to walk back to my hotel and take a long hot shower, and attempt to sleep on things when my phone interrupted my planning. I secretly prayed it wouldn't be Punk or Randy; regardless if they called to apologize or ask more questions, I couldn't handle hearing any of it. Looking at the caller ID, I saw my brother Jake was calling. Taking a deep breath I smiled hoping he had good news that would end the hellish night.

"Hey Jake, what's up?" I noticed the silence on the phone and sat up hoping he had a bad signal or something. "Jake, are you there?"

"Yeah I'm here…" His voice cracked slightly and I tried my best to ignore it hoping it was nothing. "Sara, you need to come home, its dad…" I'd been so lost in my own selfish world, worrying about what Randy thought, and spending time with Punk, that I hadn't even called home to see how he was.

"Is he doing better? Did the doctor's finally figure something out?" I knew I sounded naïve and stupid, but the six year old little girl in me wanted a miracle to happen.

"Ahh, Sara, you should just really come home…" I shook my head as tears started to fall; I wouldn't believe the worst until I heard it.

"Jake tell me what's going on!" I heard him sniffle and lost it; my brother was a marine, the toughest guy I knew, he never cried. "Please…"

"I'm sorry Sara; he fought for as long as he could…" I put my hand over my mouth trying to muffle the sobs that were coming. I'd just been given the worst possible news a person could hear and I was a thousand miles away. I took a few deep breaths and wiped away the tears thinking of a million different things I needed to do before heading home.

"Umm, I'll call you back once I figure things out…"

"Are you going to be okay to fly?" I took another deep breath nodding to reassure myself before answering.

"Yeah, I'll be okay; I have to call my boss and book a flight, but I'll call you as soon as everything is settled." I didn't wait for a reply before I hung up the phone. Getting up from the bench, I just started walking again; probably my attempt to forget everything that had happened throughout the day, but there was no forgetting.

Once I was back in the comfort of my hotel, I called Vince and was very gracious of the two weeks off he'd granted me. I knew it was screwing up the storyline that had just started, but he assured me everything would be fine and I'd still have my spot on the roster. After packing my suitcase and booking a flight for early the next morning, I made my way to the shower and finally let the tears flow.

:( Poor Sara...sorry to leave it on a sad note, but it won't be sad forever...