Adam looked at his watch for the fifth time. Where was she? It was 1:40 and she hadn't shown up. He knew she went to go visit Phil Brooks but she couldn't have stayed there for 2 hours.

Adam sighed, if she didn't show up in 20 minutes he'd be sure that she was still mad and why not? After what he did, she had every right to be…

--

Phil limped out of the hospital and into the cold air of the night. Thankfully, the doctor had informed him that the knee was put back into place and there was no ligament or nerve damage, all he had to do was to keep weight off it for a few hours and the doctor had made sure to wrap an icepack around Phil's knee to help the swelling go down, the doctor had predicted it would be fine but sore in a few hours. The friendly nurse had called him a taxi when Phil explained that Amy wasn't going to drive him back.

The straightedge superstar reached the car park and sighed as he looked at the empty road, the taxi hadn't arrived yet and Phil didn't have the energy or willpower to hobble back to the hospital.

Phil staggered towards a deserted bench just in front of the car park. He ran a hand through his black hair. His heart was broken into a million pieces all because Adam Copeland still had Amy around his finger.

Phil sighed, he loved Amy beyond anything and it seemed damn unfair that she had fallen for someone as undeserving as Adam Copeland. If Phil had Amy, he would cherish every second with her.

I'd never lie to you
Unless I had to, I'll do what I got to
Unless I had to, I'll do what I got to
The truth is you could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleedin' on your shirt…

Maybe I should hate you for this…

Phil ran a hand through his long black hair and sighed again, watching his breath in the cold air. He closed his eyes, trying to escape the nightmare but as soon as he shut his eyelids a vision of Adam Copeland entered his mind. Phil watched Amy run behind Adam like a lost puppy, he watched as Amy fell into a puddle of mud and watched Adam Copeland laugh with Vickie around his arm.

"Fuck him!" Phil shouted, pulling strands of his hair from his scalp. He winced as the pain hit him. Before he knew it, the illuminating light of the taxi cab's headlights lit up the dark.

Phil got into the taxi, exhausted from everything that had happened, physically and emotionally. He just wanted Amy back…

"Alright, alright I'm up…jeez…" The Chicago native sat up from his bed, noticing that it was still dark. He looked at the clock hanging in front of him and noted it was almost 3am.

"Who the hell…" Phil muttered before opening the door to his house. His eyes widened as he gaped at the sight of his girlfriend staring back at him, drenched in rain.

"Jesus Christ, Amy. What are you doing here at this time?" Phil asked as he pulled his girlfriend into his house and directed her to the couch. She sat down, averting her gaze from his. God, this was going to be hard…

"Ames, what's wrong? What are you doing here at 3am?" Phil said, Amy was being really apprehensive and it made Phil nervous.

"Phil…We need to talk…"

--

"Thanks buddy, have a great night."

Phil exited the taxi cab and nodded towards the driver in response. He walked silently down the road before sitting down at a small bench and rolling up the sleeve of his pants. He removed the now-warm ice pack and examined the bruise on his knee, it didn't hurt as much but as the doctor had guessed, it was still sore.

Slowly, he threw away the icepack and continued down the road before he found the place he was looking for, thankfully, it was still open and not too far away from the hotel he was staying at.

"What can I get you, mate?" The bartender at the counter asked as Phil seated the booth. He was a tall guy with short black hair who was wearing a tank top which revealed his large tattoo on his shoulder.

Phil looked up at the bartender, noting his tattoo which reminded him exasperatingly about Amy.

"Just a Pepsi, thanks." Phil answered, staring at the counter. The bartender gave a nod and took out a bottle of Pepsi, handing it over to Phil who muttered thanks in return.

"Man, I love this show. It ain't what it used to be, I'll tell ya that. But damn, it's still got some zing."

Phil looked up, the bartender appearing to be talking to him. The Chicago native looked at the TV and saw that the program the bartender was talking about was none other than a repeat of the evenings' Smackdown.

"Ah, I love this guy, I tell ya what, if I had a fine piece of ass like Lita, I wouldn't even look at any of the other Diva's."

Phil clenched his hand around the drink, even if Amy didn't love him, he loved her and the bartender was really starting to piss him off. He just needed something to take his mind off Amy…

"Hey, CM Punk right?"

Phil heard his stage name and immediately realised it wasn't the bartender, it was a female voice calling him. He looked to his left and saw a pretty blonde with pink streaks in her hair.

"My name's Ashley…Ashley Massaro. We wrestle on the same show, well, not exactly, I wrestle on Raw and I know you wrestle on Smackdown…" Ashley stated, beaming at CM Punk. She only knew him from the SmackDown episodes she watched as they could never really hang out because of the different brands. Ashley actually regretted being on Raw, she was interested in CM Punk and she thought he was quite attractive.

"Oh yeah, I watched a match of yours recently. My name's Phil Brooks." Phil replied to the blonde Diva. He hadn't actually watched her match, he had just glanced at the TV on day to see her.

"What a spear!"

Phil looked up at the outburst. It was the TV, replaying the spear Edge inflicted on Lita. The replay itself made Phil furious.

"Hey buddy can you turn that off?" Phil asked the bartender politely.

"No way dude, you either deal with it or get out." The bartender replied before turning back to the TV.

Phil sighed, if he was in a better mood he would just ignore it, but he felt like shit and as a result felt like bashing the bartender's head into the TV. Phil tightened uncomfortably, unfortunately for him, Ashley Massaro noticed.

"Listen, do you want to get out of here?" She asked.

"Do you want to get out of here?" The same question that Phil asked Amy long ago, and as a result of that question Amy had found herself a distraction from Adam. Phil looked up and down at Ashley Massaro; she was dressed just like Amy. He thought about how he had begged for a distraction from Amy and there appeared Ashley Massaro.

He deserved a good distraction after what Amy put him through, so what if it was in the form of a hot blonde. He knew he didn't love her but he didn't care, Ashley was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to him.

"Sure…"

CHAPTER 21

A/N- I know I haven't updated in a while and I'm sorry. Oh, and I'm working on a sequel to this fic, this chapter kinda gives away some of it, lol xD

Lyrics are from 'You're So Last Summer' by Taking Back Sunday.

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