A/N: Thanks so much for all the reviews. I'm glad you all enjoyed the last chapter. I hope it answered a lot of questions, I know the previous chapters were a bit confusing. Here is another update for you all for being so amazing! I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC's. CM Punk is still on my wishlist though.

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Chapter 20: Give My Head Peace

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I opened the front door to my house and walked inside.
I let out a small sigh.
Although it was good to be home again, I still felt a slight twinge of sadness.
I rarely stayed at my place, the reason being that when I wasn't travelling with work, I spent the majority of the time with Phil at his apartment in Chicago. Being in my own home reminded me that we were done.
I guess I would be spending a lot more time here, alone.

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I dropped my bags beside the front door and pressed play on my answering machine.

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"Scarlett, it's your daddy. I hear you're home for a while. Why don't you come over and spend some time with your old man? Give me a call when you get this."

"Hey sis, I guess you're not in yet. I wanted to make sure you got home safe and sound, so let me know when you're home."

"Hi Scarlett, it's Nattie here. Ted told me you've gone home for a while, why didn't you say? We could have had a girls night. How long are you going to be home for? I hope you're still coming to my birthday party, it wouldn't be the same without you. I'll call you later honey, byee!"

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Damn, I forgot about Nattie's birthday. I can't miss it, firstly I made a promise and secondly, Nattie would never let me forget it. I'll call her later and find out the details, I'm sure I can arrange something.

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Just as I poured myself a drink of water, another message played.

"Hey, uh, did I leave my Rancid hoodie at yours? I can't find it and I'm running out of clean clothes. Anyway, enjoy your weekend see you Monday. Love you Cherry Bomb."

"Me again, forgot you were staying at your dad's house. Forget about the hoodie, I'll get it next time we're at yours. I don't even know why I'm ringing your house when you're not there... See, my mind goes ape shit when you're not with me. I guess I'll call your cell... Love you, Cherry Bomb."

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I dropped the glass in the sink as the messages finished. Just hearing Phil's voice had momentarily made me smile, until I realised that they were old messages. I'd never get another message like that again. I let a lone tear fall down my cheek. This was going to be harder than I thought.

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The next day I went to my appointment with my doctor. He looked at my hand and said that it wasn't too bad of an injury. He gave me a list of exercises to do and sent me on my way.

I was relieved a little, of course I didn't want any type of injury but in the back of my head I knew that meant that I wouldn't have an excuse to stay away from Phil for much longer.

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I left the doctors office and went to the gym. At least it was only my hand that was hurt, the rest of me could use a good workout. At least with this down time, I'd be able to focus on my training, no distractions. And it would keep my mind occupied.

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After spending an hour on the treadmill, I went do some weights. Frustration set in as I could only do curls with one arm. Slightly annoyed, I took to the mat and began doing sit ups.

After a few hours, I'd had enough. The things I enjoyed doing in a workout were near impossible to do now. Boxing was my favourite thing to do, and it was completely off limits. I went for a swim before hitting the showers and heading back to my apartment.

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As I opened the door, the phone was ringing. I picked it up.

"Hello."

"Scarlett, honey, it's your dad."

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I rolled my eyes and groaned inwardly. It's not that I didn't love my dad, it's just that I knew he'd been talking to Ted and I was positive he knew all about my break up with Phil and my behaviour of lately. While Ted had helped me out and I was grateful, I knew he'd soon go ratting me out to my parents.

I listened on as my father tried to convince me to come stay with him and my mother. His excuse was that the house was empty and he missed the company of the kids. While that may be somewhat true, I knew he was worried about me and didn't want me on my own.

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"Sorry dad, I can't. I've made plans with a few friends. Thought I might as well make the most of being home." I lied.

"Oh.." He replied, obviously debating whether to believe me or not. "That's fine, honey. Another time? Have fun with your friends, and remember our door is always open."

"Yeah, another time. Thanks dad. I'd better go get ready, I'll speak to you soon. Bye."

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As soon as he bid me goodbye I hung up.

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I hated lying to my family but I honestly didn't think I deal with them right now. I needed time to myself, time to think, time to heal. Besides, now I was single, I had to get used to being on my own.

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The sound of the phone ringing echoed throughout the apartment. I ignored it and carried on with my shower.

I had been home for three weeks now, in that time I had learnt that if someone was calling my house phone, it was best to ignore it and let the machine pick it up. My father was still trying to get me to come stay with him, I had called him out on the real reasons behind his offer after the first week. He admitted that Ted had said he was worried about me, that he thought I was going to do something stupid. I assured my dad that Ted was just a big drama queen and that I was certainly not going to do anything stupid. He believed me but still wanted me to come stay with him. I think he wanted to counsel me or something, of course I declined.

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Ted had also been calling, checking in on me. While I appreciated the concern, it was becoming a pain now. He'd even resorted to getting other people to call me. Nattie, Beth, Maryse, Miz, Cody.

Poor Cody, I gave him a right ear full one night. He'd caught me as a bad time, and I let loose. I called him back the next day to apologise, but I think I hurt his feelings. At least he stopped calling, silver lining.

When Brett started calling, that's when I decided to stop answering the phone. Brett never called me, he sent a text once in a blue moon but never a phone call, so I knew he'd been put up to it.

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Everyone seemed to think I was an incompetent child, that at the first sign of trouble I was just going to crumble. They didn't have any faith in me to stand on my own two feet and deal with things by myself. I didn't need them to watch over me, to keep checking on me. Couldn't they understand that I just wanted to be left alone?

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A knocking on the front door shook me from my thoughts and I turned the shower off, hastily wrapping a towel around myself before throwing on my dressing gown and moving to answer it. I reached the door and turned the handle, hoping my dad hadn't got sick of calling and had decided to come to my apartment himself. I pulled the handle and opened the door.

I looked at the person standing on the other side, a small look of shock on my face, this was not who I was expecting.

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"Hey." He said coolly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk."

"I'm a little busy right now." I replied, going to shut the door.

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He placed his foot in the way, blocking my attempt to close the door in his face.

"Please, Scarlett. It'll only take five minutes."

"No."

"Fine, but I'm not leaving until I speak with you. I can stand out here all day, I could just chat to your neighbours."

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Begrudgingly I opened the door and allowed him to enter. I told him to wait in the living area as I went to my room.

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I returned dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a vest top, my damp hair pulled up in a messy bun.

"You've got five minute, Randy." I replied with my arms folded across my chest..

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Taking a seat on the armchair facing the sofa where he was currently sat, I looked at him to speak.

He sat forward, leaning his arms on his knees.

"How are you?"

"Did Ted send you here to check up on me? You know what, I am sick of everyone thinking I can't do anything. " I said standing up and moving towards the door. "You can go and tell Ted that I am coping perfectly fine and to give my head some peace."

"Ted didn't send me."

"Then why are you here?"

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Randy stood from the sofa and moved towards me.

"Several reasons."

"Randy, please. I'm not in the mood to play games." I said running a hand over my face.

"Firstly, I was worried about you... But before you lash out at me, I'm not here to check up on you. Clearly you don't need that, you know your own mind and I respect that. I needed to see you to put my own mind at rest that you were Ok."

"Thank you, as you can see I'm fine so your mind can rest now."

"I also came to hand off this. Creative told me you're back next week, so here's your script. I know I could have mailed it but I wanted to see you anyway. Two birds, one stone."

"Thanks." I replied taking the script from him. "Was there anything else?"

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His deep blue eyes locked with mine, he licked his lip as he thought about what he was going to say next.

"Yes."

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I looked at him to continue, he seemed to be thinking very carefully, like he was debating with himself whether to say what was on his mind or not.

"You and Punk..." He said softly. I stood up straight upon hearing those words. "Are you back together?"

"That's none of your business."

"Going on the hostility in your voice and the tears in your eyes, I'm going to take that as a no."

"You can take a running jump off a cliff."

"Look, I'm only asking because-"

"I don't give a shit why you're asking."

"I care about you Scarlett" He said as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"You've a funny way of showing it."

"I don't want to see you hurt."

"Well it's a bit late for that." I replied shaking his hand away.

"Please, just hear me out."

"No, I don't want to hear you out. I don't want to listen to any more of your bullshit. You claim you care about me yet all you've done is cause me heart ache and pain. You've made me miserable." I yelled as tears began to brim in my eyes.

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Randy moved to me and wrapped his large muscular arms around me.

"Don't touch me." I yelled, trying to push him away. "This is all your fault."

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I punched and clawed, kicked and pushed but he didn't budge. I couldn't seem to get out of his grasp and after a while I found myself crying against his chest as he stroked my back. We stayed that way for at least ten minutes before he spoke.

"You can do so much better than him, you deserve someone that will treat you right."

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I pulled back slightly.

"And that's you is it?" I replied, looking into his eyes.

"I'm not saying I'm perfect, far from it."

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He cupped my face with his hands and stared straight into my eyes.

"I know I made mistakes in the past, but I've learnt from them. I love you Scarlett." My eyes went wide. I could see sincerity as I looked at him.

"I can't say that I'll never make you angry, because we both know I tend to have that effect on a lot of people. But I'd never make you cry the way he has."

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At that moment, he leaned in and placed his lips on mine.
Sparks of electricity shot through me, my body began to relax in his arms and I found myself closing my eyes and kissing him back.

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