Pain. Pain is an amazing and fucked up thing. It can make you say and do things that you never imagined were possible. Pain can help you pick up that bottle or swallow that pill. In my case, pain makes me want to make someone else hurt. I don't want to hang out in the bar and drink myself into a coma; instead I want someone to feel the type of pain that I am feeling right now.

Sara and I sat in Vince's office while he scolded us for attacking his divas. He has no choice but to dismiss our behavior because Sara is Mark's wife and me…well lets just say if Vince doesn't want me to reveal his pussy eating skills; he will leave me the hell alone.

Walking out of the arena felt like being a prized painting in the middle of a museum. Everyone seemed to stare and analyze me without saying much of a word. I went back to my room and put my plan in motion. I knew exactly what I was going to do and I didn't care who felt the wrath of my anger.

The old Veronica was back in full force and I was going to make damn sure everyone knew it.

Later that night, with my mini-skirt and halter top, I knocked on his hotel room door. After many moments, he opened the door clad in nothing but a pair of boxers.

"We're going to fuck." I walk past him and sit down on the bed.

"Um..what?" John Hennigan, Nitro, Morrison, whatever the hell he was calling himself these days, was just the one I needed at this moment in time.

"Look, kid, my boyfriend decided it would be a good idea to fuck the hyena bitch that used to be your ex. Now I'm pretty sure you are not that stupid to believe that he wasn't fucking her when you two were together."

"Melina said that her and Dave didn't get together until after we broke up."

"Sure and I'm also positive she tried to convince her tits weren't filled with silicone." I stand up and head back to the door. "If you need to believe that to sleep at night, then by all means, I'm sorry I stopped by." I place my hand on the door and he stops me.

I look up in his eyes and see a range of different emotions flash by. Before I can say anything, he pushes me against the door and kisses me. Good boy. I push him back on the bed and we get down to business. In both of our defenses, we are trying desperately to fuck Dave and Melina out of our systems, and it seems to be working.

I'm licking his abs like it's the last meal on earth and he devours my body like it's his lifeline. Damn this feels better than I thought it would be.

After all is said and done, I grab my clothes while he sleeps peacefully. I open the door and come face to face with Jillian Hall as she's retreating back to her room. She looks back and forth between me and the door I just walked out of. I offer her a small smirk before walking down towards the elevator.

Mission Accomplished.

It took less than eight hours before everyone knew about what transpired between John and myself last night. When I finally turn on my cell phone, it's flooded with text messages and voicemail from numerous people. Before I can even listen to any of them, a loud banging on my door stops me. Looking through the peephole, I smile.

"Hey girlie."

"Jesus, V, Nitro?" Sara walks past and sits on my bed.

"What? He wasn't bad."

"Dave's going to fucking kill you."

"Dave can bite my ass. Or better yet, he can go back to biting her ass."

Sara shakes her head. "You know you are the talk of the breakfast bar?"

I run a brush through my hair as I admire myself in the mirror. "What else is new?"

"So what's next?" I put down my brush and look at Sara.

"What the hell do you mean? I'm headed back to Florida. Dave and I are over. Nothing more to say between us. He lied, Sar, I can't deal with that shit."

"You care for him."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"V, that shit doesn't work on me and you know it. The only reason why you were so hell bent to get back at Dave is because you let him in, hell you changed your life for him."

"Does this have a point?"

Sarah shrugged as she played with the covers. "All I'm saying is maybe he deserves a chance to explain himself before you write him completely off?"

"Look Sara, I don't need this right now." I zip up my suitcase and head for the door. "I'll talk to you later." I open the door to be met with a three hundred pound asshole.

"Get out of my way."

"Not until you talk to me."

"Fuck off. I'm out, do what you want Dave."

"You are getting better at this running away shit." I drop my purse and level him with my eyes.

"Hey moron without a degree, don't try to psychoanalyze me. You fucked up, not me. So please stop trying to make this someone else's fault. I told you earlier, I don't need this and I meant it. There must be something very special about your little whore if you were so willing to protect her."

"So instead of talking to me, you fuck Morrison, real mature, Veronica."

I don't even bother to respond, I kindly grab my things and leave. Wasting my breath talking to him is not in my agenda nor do I plan for it to be.

I make it back home and instead of feeling like I'm on the top of the world, I feel like a big pile of shit. It hits me that the feeling of betrayal is exhausting. I'm angry at myself for letting my guard down for the second time and I don't even understand what is so wrong with me that I keep picking these men that end up fucking me over. I'm done with relationships. Those things can be reserved for other woman, but not me, not anymore.

I feel good about my decision until I lay in my bed alone that night. The silence in the room is replaced with the sound of my tears as I try to get some sleep.