-Chapter 14

I woke up with my arms around someone and I knew that I had fallen asleep somewhere. I looked over away from myself and found Punk napping beside me. I remember that I got a tattoo and that I wanted some place to crash instantly. I guess I have time blanks sometimes.

"Punk…" I muttered out shaking him with my right hand. "You have to get up and take me back to my hotel room in order for me to tell Wade all about what Vince has done. Plus, how much trouble I have gotten myself into. He has to know."

Punk opened his eyes and he looked at me. He asked, "Is it time to get up yet? I'm so tired and I need to sleep. I only get about three hours daily and I think that it is a good thing sometimes. It makes you more aware of your surroundings."

"Well, I have to go and so that makes it time to get up," I answered looking at my right arm. I had a rose tattoo that is similar to Punk's rose tattoo but mine is smaller and hard to see without an up close.

"Okay," he muttered out. "But can we read comic books first or something? I don't want to drive right away because I might see things that aren't even there."

I nodded my head a bit and shrugged. "I don't mind because Vince doesn't mind. All I do is have to date you and my life is back to normal."

"Almost normal," Punk said correcting me. "If your life was normal, you wouldn't have to date me and you wouldn't have to keep losing Wade. Life always hurts the best people Amy. Do you know that?"

I looked down. "Yeah…I do know that," I replied knowing that he was right about life being like that. I admit that I'm a good person but I'm not the best person. Punk had that wrong.

"Amy, I'm sorry for all the pain and other shit that I have caused to ruin your life. I had no intentions of doing that to you and I'm sorry for getting involved with you and Wade. You two are happy together and dating me is going to take away that happiness."

"I know that you are sorry but it isn't even your fault Punk. I accepted the storyline and I made things worse by opening my mouth up and saying tons of crap I don't mean. I should have kept my mouth closed and none of this would have happen. Guess what? It did happen though and I have to live with it in order to get better," I told Punk and I dragged my body towards him.

Punk looked me over and asked me, "Do you really mean all of that?"

I nodded my head. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have said it Punk," I told him. "What I said about Vince is true to me and it always will be true. I can't change what I think is the truth to me because it is what I believe in. Don't change that about me, okay? My beliefs are my beliefs."

Punk smiled and licked his lips. "I wouldn't even think about doing that to you Amy."

I finally reached Punk and I took his hands with my hands. I held them softly because I knew that they were real and everything around me is real. I couldn't imagine a better life for myself. I just couldn't imagine a world without CM Punk or Wade Barrett. They kept life real and enjoyable.

I looked Punk in the eyes and told him, "I'm glad you wouldn't change anything about me or my beliefs. A lot of people would have."

"I know that for a fact," he replied and he pressed on my hands softly with his.

I pulled my hands away and touched Punk's lips with them and that caused him to smile a bit more. His lips felt warm and full of life which made me know officially that Punk is a person and should be treated like one. Another thing is that it was making me feel lustful for him. I needed Punk more than anything and even though he got me, he didn't get a real person to hold his hand and kiss him. He got a fake person to hold and kiss until he really gets them for himself.

Punk asked, "Why are you touching my lips with your hands and fingers?"

"I wanted to see how they felt," I answered. I added, "To see if life filled them."

"Does life fill up my lips or not?"

"They do."

Silence hung in the air and I knew I had to be the one to break the ice for once in my life. I had to be the one who moved her chess piece before the other player gets their hands on their pieces. I had to be the one who takes advantage of time.

I kissed Punk on the lips after leaning in and he kissed me back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I began to feel dizzy and I could hear my heart race from our lips touching each other and our embrace.

Punk pulled away and told me, "Thanks for the kiss Amy."

"No problem," I replied and I kissed him again.

Of course he kissed me back and that lead me to release my arms from his neck. I whispered to him an order and he obeyed my order. My order was for him to lean back against the bed and he did so. I climbed on top of him and kissed him again.

He kissed me back and I allowed myself to touch all of his arm muscles with my hands as I kissed him. I pulled away from him and I looked at him with curiosity and joy. I was curious about how I felt for him and I never knew that I could like someone so bossy and so rude.

Punk took off his shirt and he allowed me to see all of his tattoos up close and all of his muscles up close. He may look scrawny on TV but up in person he was pretty well built. I loved the fact that he was since I love athletic guys now and I can't date a nonathletic guy anymore. You're either fit or not fit.

"They are real," he told me. "I never used drugs to get these babies. I used pure strength and hard work to gain them Amy. It wasn't easy but I did it."

I smiled and replied to him with, "I know you don't do drugs. I have only seen Pepsi and water around here and that is pretty much it."

"I know you used to do drugs."

"How do you know that?"

"It's in your eyes," he told me softly. "I don't care about that though. All I care about is if you are happy and doing okay."

I smiled and kissed him softly on the forehead. "Well, I'm doing okay right now but I'm not sure if I am happy Punk. I can never tell if I am or not."

Punk laughed a little bit and he told me, "You just have to figure that out. If you got what you want, then you are very happy Amy."

"I guess I am happy then."

"Why is that?" he asked me.

"I have a really nice guy talking to me despite the fact he can be a total jerk and an idiot sometimes," I answered and that made him smile.

I kissed him again and he kissed me back softly. He then flipped me over and got on top of me. He held down my arms from him and said, "I'm going to give you what you want the most. Do you know what that is at all?"

I shook my head no and he told me, "I'm going to give you something that you want Amy. You want to fill up the lust filled void inside your body. You need someone to take care of your wants more than someone who cares for your needs."

"That doesn't make sense to me," I told him. "How do you know if I'm like that at all? Do you stalk me or something Punk?"

He shook his head no. "If I stalked you Amy, you would know by now."

I allowed myself to get lost in all of his words and that just made me happy and content. I couldn't help but admit to myself that Punk made me very happy compared to what Wade could make me feel. It is like Punk knows me better than I know myself.

After getting lost into Punk's words, I got lost into him. I allowed him to do whatever he wanted to me and I felt pleasure and joy run through my being. I felt like a human being for once and I felt more comfortable around him. I did feel a slight pang of guilt but I didn't know why I felt the guilt.

Punk pulled away from me after a while and asked, "Did you enjoy?"

I untangled myself from him and I wiped some sweat off me that came from my body since it was very hot in the room now thanks to Punk's touch and his kisses. Punk climbed off of me and he handed me some water from a bag on the floor. I took the water and thanked him for it.

I took a sip from the water bottle and told him, "I did enjoy what we did Punk even though it was only heated kisses and slight touching."

"It's called grinding," Punk told me. "It's a safe way of not have sex."

"I can do without the sex talk Punk. It was enjoyable and it is better than sex," I said taking another sip from the bottle of water that was pretty cold.

"Have you ever had sex before Amy?" Punk asked.

I nodded my head. "With Wade and he is the only one. I made sure not to do anything like that in a while because I don't want to ruin my career or get babies right now. I'm too young for such a thing."

"That you are and he didn't care, right?"

"I don't know if he does or not Punk. Anyways, it doesn't matter about how he feels about it anymore. I have to know what you feel about things," I told him. "You need to tell me what you want or need from me. I'll try my best to make you happy."

Punk bit his lip bottom lip softly and thought about what I just told him. He asked me, "Can it involve you giving me a really good massage?"

"It could because that can be something you want from me. I can't promise that I'll be good at giving one but I can try," I answered and he smiled.

"I wanted to just know that incase I needed one after one of my matches. Anyways, what I want is for you to break the news to Wade and tell him that I have a plan," Punk told me and I could feel my heart sink. I didn't want Punk to go through with his plan but what other choice did I have? He had to set things straight and make life easier for me and Wade.

"I'll break the news to him through text message," I said softly. "I don't want to get yelled out for not thinking right and not being smart enough to keep my mouth shut around Vince."

Punk rubbed my shoulders softly as he climbed back onto the bed and he told me, "I wouldn't yell at you for something so stupid. Everyone does something like that here and there and they don't even realize it at all. Life hands you cards and you can't pick one at all unless it is about your next move."

"That is so true."

"If you make the wrong move, life hands you the consequences for doing so." Punk wrapped his arms around me and he held me softly.

I leaned my head against his bare chest and looked up at him. "I love being in your arms," I told him confessing one of my million thoughts about life and what I do with it. Well, what I think about it.

Punk smiled. "I'm glad you love being in my arms."

(Later on)

Punk took me into the arena and a bunch of people looked at us as if we came back from the dead. Well, I think they all looked at me as if I came back from the dead. I hoped Wade got my text message and that life was going to be normal as soon as Punk cuts his promo. First, he has to get his title shot at John Cena.

Eve walked over to us and asked, "How was Vince? Did he do anything bad to Amy?"

Punk looked over at me to answer and I did. I told Eve, "He almost fired me but Punk stopped him! He is also forcing me to dump Wade and date Punk."

"I can't believe that," Eve muttered out madly and in shock.

No one knew that Vince could out power your choices but he could without you knowing what is going on. He is forcing me to date Punk and he knows I can't do a damn thing about it. I just couldn't and I never will be able to do a thing about it.

Eve noticed my tattoo and she smiled. "That is such a pretty tattoo! Did Punk help you find a really good place to get it at?"

I nodded my head.

"I wonder how he knows about every tattoo parlor in the world. Well, I guess he knows about them because all he does is get tats," Eve said. "Besides, he loves getting them and meeting people who give them out. If they are Straight Edge, the better the place for him to get one at."

"I know that is true," I told Eve.

Punk asked us, "Are you two done talking about me as if I am not here with you guys?"

We nodded our heads and that made him smile. I told him, "We are just catching up and where is Kelly? Isn't she usually here with you Eve?"

Eve shrugged. "She told me she heard some rumors and needed time off to clear her head. I guess she has been hearing about what people think of her," Eve told me and she looked at Punk. "Take care of Amy for me and Wade. She is a good girl you know."

"I know she is," Punk stated and he kissed me on the cheek. "I can assure you she is in good hands from now on and you really don't need to worry about her."

Eve smiled and walked off after hugging me softly. I returned her the hug just before she allowed me out of her arms and her sight. I guess she didn't trust Punk to watch me and I knew that she couldn't trust him. I guess it has something to do with Kelly.

"Does Kelly like you?" I asked Punk.

He nodded.

"Oh."

"Is that a problem?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Just a little bit," I told him. "We'll have to comfort her later."

Punk smiled and he knew it was true. We had to comfort Kelly and she must have heard the news about me and Punk's dating now. Yay! Life is getting worse for me. What can't life be filled with flowers and candy raining down?