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I walked into my apartment, noticing David sitting on the couch with Mark, watching TV, his back to me. "Hey Mi," he greeted me.

My eyes were red and dry as I walked to the kitchen. The fury inside of me was on a short leash, ready to lash out. I poured a glass of ice cold water. Then I walked into the living room and around the couch so I was in front of David and Mark. They both looked up at me with curiosity. Just as David opened his mouth I wordlessly chucked the cold water into his face, the liquid spilling all over his shirt and onto his lap. Mark gave a small gasp and moved away slightly in shock.

I leaned down closer to him. "How could you do it?" I accused David. He was the only one who I could think of that would have gone to the press; the only one who hated seeing me and Phil together. He was supposed to have been my best friend, but he took the man I loved away from me.

David looked up at me, not even trying to pretend he didn't know what I was talking about. I watched in with seething anger as he slowly got off the couch. "It was for the best Mia. I saw you getting more attached to him and-"

"Of course I was attached!" I yelled incredulously. "I wouldn't have been with him for these long months had I not been!"

"-and I didn't want you getting hurt more in the long run. It's better that you let him go now. So you don't get hurt further." He looked away from me and began to wipe the water from his shirt and face."

I opened my arms wide before pointing at him, "That's not your choice to make David! It's mine! It's my life and you had absolutely no right to interfere."

A deep frown etched into his face, "Cut the shit Mia. You say you love him and that he loves you but you didn't even tell him who you were."

"It's because it doesn't matter," I replied a little softer. While he was right, that I wasn't completely honest, it didn't make it any less real. "It doesn't matter to me what happened before."

He scoffed in my face, causing my boiling rage and hurt to swell. "Really? It doesn't matter that he made your life hell? That he ridiculed you? Bullied and scared you nearly every day? You were-"

"No!" I screamed. "It doesn't matter! And the only person who it should matter to is me, not you! I was moving in with him, do you get that David?! It was serious between us, not something you should just feel free to meddle with!"

"You've really changed Mia – and not for the better," David sneered at me.

"Yes, I have changed. And it is for the better. Look David!" I opened up my arms, wanting him to get a good look. "I can defend myself now! I've never been able to before, and you think that's bad? Just because I won't bend to your opinion you think I've become a worse person?"

My friend stared at me, not answering or even making the move to do so. I noticed Mark was sitting in the same position as he had when I tossed the water.

"I love Phil," I said sternly. "I'm sorry that you can't see that. But he's been so good for me. I want to spend my life with him." Tears began to prick the backs of my eyes, and they began to burn once again. "But instead of talking to me or respecting me," my voice broke, "you had to ruin everything."

Surprise flashed across his face, "Spend your life with him? He can't have meant that much to you."

I stared back at him, letting him know that Phil did mean that much to me. "Yes he can." I took a deep, shuddering breath before I turned away from him to leave the apartment once again.

"Mia," I heard him say quietly.

I stopped, turning my head to the side without moving my torso at all. "Just so you know, I'm still moving out."

"Where are you going to go?" he asked quietly.

"I'll move in with Brook or something, it's not really any of your business anymore." Then I was gone, pulling my phone out to dial Phil once more.

PHIL'S P.O.V.

I rubbed my dry lips, feeling anxious. Time seemed to move slowly as I was lifted weights and listened to the woman who was stretching beside me. I had been feeling tired and out of sorts, not to mention bitterly empty. When I had broken up with Mia I was hurt, and when the hurt didn't go away it turned into anger. I was angry with her, and angry with myself.

It hurt to know that she had betrayed me and that she had it in her to do so. The paparazzi were pissing me off to no end. But I was also angry with myself. If I hadn't have treated her the way that I had in the beginning then this wouldn't have happened. The thing that bothered me the most was that I had been tricked. It was how much that I loved her, and how much she didn't love me. That stab was the hardest to bear, which is why after a few weeks of constant hurt I figured it would be easier if I were angry instead.

It had been almost a month since I had told Mia to get out. It had been almost a month that I had been feeling the loss of her. Though I was pissed I wanted to see her, to talk to her. But the betrayal she had given me was too large for me to forget. I sighed inwardly, not being able to decide if I really wanted to be out and about or not.

The media had calmed down quite a bit, though some papers were still trying to get the scoop. They wanted the whole story, but I refused to participate in any interviews. Besides, I was busy now, a whole month into signings, house shows and promotions for the next PPV. I had a comic con that I was supposed to be flying out to tomorrow and I hoped that I wouldn't have Mia's image plaguing me the entire time like she had been.

I glanced down at my phone to see that the messages were empty. Mia had stopped trying to call me a week ago. That she hadn't tried to contact me recently made me relax at the same time and bring a still too sharp ache to flood me. I was still angry and hurt that she had thrown me under the bus and to the wolves. I hadn't believed she was capable of it. And to think that I had been flirting with the idea of making the full commitment to her. Part of me wished she would call again, leave a message that could convince me she was innocent in this. I had listened to all of her messages again and again, hoping, wishing that I could believe her.

My mother had told me to give another chance to explain, but also said that she had no clue. I was just going to have to trust my gut on this. The problem was that my gut, my heart and my head didn't seem to agree. My hearted thirsted for one thing while my head insisted another. My gut was just lost in the shuffle; I didn't even know where it stood.

"So, would you like to come up to my hotel room?" I snapped back to reality when Melissa's sultry voice reached my ears. We had met for dinner in a restaurant that was connected to a hotel, and I had known from the beginning that going up into a hotel room was never far from her mind.

I looked down slightly at her. She had red lips that were puckered seductively as she stroked my arm up and down with freshly manicured fingertips. Melissa was an NXT rookie, aside from her beauty she was an extremely athletic wrestler and not a WWE superstar. We met through a friend of a friend and I had agreed and thought that maybe her blonde hair, green eyes and red lips would somehow distract me from everything.

I had known then that Melissa wasn't the woman for me. But at the same time, I needed to get Mia out of my mind, and she might be what I needed to get some relief. I was beginning to wonder if anything but the extreme would get her to stop haunting me.

I did one more rep and set it down, and scratched my beard before I smiled at the woman beside me.

Sleep was eluding me. There was something nagging at my mind, giving me the feeling that I should stay awake, else I miss something. I turned on the television and hoped to find something entertaining…But that was hours ago.

I was about to give up on the silly notion that I would miss something when I heard a harsh knock at my door. Lazily, I pushed myself up and walked over to open the door, not bothering to look through the peep hole, as I should have.

"Listen," David demanded standing there outside my door, looking pissed off. "I don't like you," he began, "I don't like who you used to be and I don't care to get to know you now…at least not for a while."

He paused and I glared at him as I folded my arms across his chest. "Man, I couldn't give a rat's fuck what you think of me at the moment. Now why the hell are you here and what the fuck do you want?"

"I don't want anything. It's Mia." My heart quickened briefly at her name, but I put a stop to it, not wanting to entertain the possibility that we could be together. It was better that I just move on.

"Now you listen," I told him firmly. "What happened between Mia and I has nothing to do with you."

"Actually it does," he argued. "Mia and I aren't exactly friends anymore," he murmured looking ashamed. "I went to the press because I thought Mia was making a mistake with you. She forgave you but I didn't think you deserved it. Still not sure you do."

I stared at him blankly, trying to take in what David was telling me. Telling me that Mia hadn't betrayed me. "You said you two aren't friends anymore?"

"Yeah," he folded his arms across his chest. "After you kicked her out she came home and screamed at me before moving out. She's living with Brook now."

She had been telling me the truth. She hadn't been looking for forgiveness. She had wanted me, for me. And I had kicked her out. My heart seemed to rise as the prospect of me getting to see her again became more real than ever.

"Are you going somewhere?" David asked gesturing to the suitcase by the door.

"Comic con tomorrow morning," I told him.

David nodded then stepped away. "I'm sorry ok? I shouldn't have interfered. So, if you change your mind and still want Mia then well, now you know she didn't stab you in the back. And now that you know where she is you can bypass my apartment and go to Brooks."

"Thanks," I said still in a daze as I closed the door. I leaned my back against the door and had to put my hands on my knees. Mia could be mine again. She loved me, it wasn't all a lie.