You and your boyfriend, Phil aka CM Punk have been dating for the past three years. He's your rock, the one who keeps you strong. You first started talking the first time you got suspended for drug use. Punk has always saw something special in you, and your wrestling skills. He was the one who helped you kick your drug addiction, and believed in you that you could quit, after having been on heroin, and cocaine since you started in high school. You had your other friends, who tried to help, but after your second suspension, they kind of just gave up on you, and so did the company, but not Phil. For the past year you've been living straight edge with your boyfriend, that was until you started feeling stressed. You weren't being treated right in the Divas division. Although they had the title on you, you weren't being used as much as other divas like The Bella's and even Alicia Fox. You weren't having title matches, and figured that it was because they didn't want to risk putting you in a big storyline and then you fuck up again.

You went out for a very early morning jog. Usually you went everywhere Punk went, but you just wanted to be alone with your music. You were so worried about the state of your career that you got lost. You stopped running and looked around your surroundings. You saw people doing heroin and some doing cocaine. Suddenly one thing lead to another and you ended up getting a bag of cocaine. You were having a relapse.

You went back to the arena where Punk's bus was at. You made a wish to yourself that he wouldn't be there, at least not now. Slowly you walked into the bus and saw that he wasn't there. You hid the bag filled with the white substance in your purse and took a shower. You knew you had to tell Phil, you couldn't keep this from him. You told yourself that you would tell him after Raw tonight, since he was returning to the ring.

Punk went out right before your match tonight. You were Kaitlyn's surprised partner for her tag match against The Bella's. Phil kissed you on his way to the back.

"Good luck babe." He whispered in your ear, and slapped your ass.

You shared a giggle with Kaitlyn as The Bella's just gave you a disgusted look.

You felt really good after your match with Kaitlyn having picked up the win, pinning Nikki Bella. Or was it Brie, no maybe it was Nikki. Ah who cares, you got the pin.

You walked, well skipped back to the bus, all smiles. You couldn't help it being all happy, but once you walked into the bus the smile on your face quickly faded away.

Phil was sitting on the couch, staring at you. He was tossing the bag of cocaine back and forth in his hands and was angrily chewing on his gum.

"Get your ass all the way in here." He shouted, and you obeyed, closing the door behind you and slowly walking up to him.

"Ph-"

"Don't fucking open your mouth you fucking idiot!" He stood up and backed you up to the counter holding the bag close to your face.

"What the fuck are you doing with this [Y/N]! I thought you fucking stopped!"

"Phil I-"

"You wanna keep using this filth behind my fucking back." He threw the bag down and stomped on it angrily, before grabbing both of your arms.

"You're throwing your life away, you stupid fucking bitch!" He yelled at you, and shook you. At this point you were crying. This wasn't the man that you fell in love with, he was scaring you.

"Phil, I'm sorry."

"Don't say sorry to me, say sorry to yourself." He grabbed your arm and dragged you to the bathroom, turning you around to face the mirror.

"Is that you wanna be all your life! A worthless drug addict! Huh!" You looked up in the mirror, and you looked like shit, your make up was running, and tears were rolling down your cheeks.

"No, Phil, I don't want that." You muttered out in-between sobs. "I couldn't help it, I relapsed." You cried harder and felt your knees get completely weak, and sunk down to the floor.

"Get the fuck up!" He pulled you up and took you back to the couch. Throwing you down on it.

"Why would you do that?"

"I was stressed, okay! They weren't using me right! They just gave me the title to hold, like they did with you and the World Heavyweight title." You mumbled in-between more sobbing. You just couldn't stop. You understood why Phil was mad with you, but you didn't expect him to lash out like that.

"You should have came to me! Or Heyman!" He pulled his hair back in frustration.

"Fuck, I thought I got through to you, but I just can't." He put his hands up in surrender.

"What you saying?" You looked up at him, confused.

"You want to stop this, then you have to stop it. I can't be with someone who does that shit." Was Phil really giving up on you, you couldn't believe it. This time it was you who was pulling their back in anger. You brought your knees up to your face and screamed.

"Baby, don't do that." Punk said softly, and sat down next to you, trying to put his arm around you.

"No don't touch me, asshole!" You got up and ran out of the bus.

You ran straight out and ran into John Cena. He was your second closest friend here, only coming in second to Punk.

"Hey [Y/N], what happened." He put his arms around you, as you just hugged him tightly. He was shirtless and all sweaty, probably from just coming back from a match.

"John, Phil he-he-"

"What did he do? Did he hit you?" He pulled back to look at you in your eyes.

"No." You shook your head.

"Come on my bus, we'll talk." John kept his arm around you, and held you close as he took you onto his bus.

By this time Punk had just walked out of his bus in time to see you get on John's. If he wasn't in hulk mode before, he would be now.

You went on John's bus, and sat down. He gave you lots of tissues and held you in his arms as you told him everything that had happened.

"I don't think he would honestly give up on you." He smiled at you, petting down your hair, as you rested your head on his lap. "He's just very disappointed in you, and he feels like he failed with helping you get over your addiction."

"You're sure John?" You looked up at him.

"Yes, he talks about you all the time. He's madly in love with you. Trust me [Y/N]. He wouldn't have helped you out in the first place, let alone talk to you, if he didn't see something special in you." He smiled some more and slipped his hand down your stomach.

"Now cheer up!" He started tickling you, and quickly you sat up and tickled him back.

There was a knock at the door and you heard Phil shouting.

"Back the fuck up off my girl!"

John quickly got up and opened the door.

"Dude chill, I wouldn't even think about doing that."

Phil ignored John and walked over to you, pushing you down on the couch and kissing you forcefully as he got on top of you. You wanted to push him off, cause you were still mad at him for shouting at you, and calling you hurtful names, but you couldn't, you loved how rough and forceful he was.

He parted his lips from yours and cupped your cheek in his hand.

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean all those bad words. I just don't want you to go down that wrong path. I care about you, I would never give up on you." He apologized to you, and you felt more tears coming out of your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I slipped, I was gonna tell you when I got back. I swear."

"Shh." He put his index finger on your lips. "It'll all be okay. One step at a time." He smiled, as you kissed his finger and started sucking on it.

"Uh-guys?" John coughed.

You and Phil both looked up at him and shouted "Get out of here John!"

"But it's my bus"

Phil threw a pillow at him.

"You'll get it back later champ, when you give me back my title!" You giggled a little and soon Punk's lips were back on yours and his hands were all over you. You heard John leave the bus, slamming the door behind him, and it didn't take long for you and Phil to get into it. Poor John, kicked out of his own bus.