I walk slowly back to the hotel room after I notice that it's 2 in the morning and I don't want to run the chance of getting mugged. It's a lot for me to take in. How did something so casual turn into something so serious and permanent? I bypass all of the drunk, late night wrestlers and I pick up a bottle that was lying on the lobby table on my way to the room.

When I reach the hotel room door, I take a deep breath in order to keep my emotions under control. Opening the door, I realize that the lights are off and John is standing outside on the balcony.

Sighing, I lay down in bed because I don't feel like having this conversation but he looks back at me and I realize that I won't be able to avoid it.

"Do you do that a lot?"

"What?"

"Leave. Because this is the second time that you have left with out saying shit and I just want to know if this is something that you do often."

I sighed, mainly because I'm tired, but partly because I don't feel like fighting. He looks at me as if I have committed some crime.

"What did you say to her Veronica?"

"Obviously the better question is what did she say to you?"

"You have to understand that I did owe her some type of explanation for what happened. One minute she is in Vegas with me trying to help me forget what happened and the next she's reading on the internet that I got married to a complete stranger."

"And you could go back to her. I'm not stopping you. This was your idea remember? You wanted to try and make things work, not me. You were the one concerned about how people were going to perceive you.

Now I promised to try and give it a chance and the second she calls, I'm being ignored while you whisper in the bathroom. How fucking unbelievable is that shit?" I run a hand through my hair cause I'm realizing that my emotions are getting ready to get the best of me and I can't afford that.

"Yeah, you have done a great job at this so far Veronica. You haven't even given me a chance. You bring up this arrangement every five seconds as if to continue to remind yourself not to get too close to me."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to try. I want you to give me a chance to prove you to that I can be a great man for you. I want you to know that there is more than sucking and fucking. You know, Dwayne broke you heart and I'm sorry for that, but damn it, I'm trying to show you that he doesn't define all men. So why the fuck won't you let me in?"

I sit there in silence cause I honestly don't know what to say. John has certainly been full of surprises lately.

"You know what? Fuck it. I can't help you if you keep pushing me away." He grabs his sneakers and room key and starts to head for the door.

"Where the fuck are you going?"

"I need to get away from you now because I swear to God woman; you are the most confusing thing I have ever met in my life. I just, I just need to get some air." He starts to head for the door and I flop down on the bed. I don't know how much more of this I can take.

"You just asked me if I always leave when things get bad, but look at what you are doing."

John ran a hand over his handsome features. "The difference between me and you is I'm not looking for an empty bed to fill my emotions. I'm going to stay with a GUY friend so that I can think about what I have gotten myself into. Maybe everyone is right, maybe you just can't be saved." John slammed the door and I sat, unable to move.

The clock reads four in the morning and I'm pissed that all the stations on the radio seemed to be programmed to country heartbreak songs. I have already listened to Toby tell me that I never cried in front of her, Kenny reminded me that he was better as a memory and finally, Reba asked the important question of "Does He Love You".

I haven't been able to sleep and I haven't been able to put the bottle of Johnny Walker Blue down. I'm not proud of the way I choose to handle things but the reality is I don't deal with emotions. I don't know how to so I make the choice to avoid them.

The sound of my cell phone forces me to focus long enough to find the small silver object. As I'm answering my phone, I hear a knock on the door.

I answer the phone first in case the person at the door is John and I don't want to seem desperate.

"Hello?"

I hear the small noise of glass breaking as I stumble towards the door.

"Hello?"

"V?"

"Sara, what the hell? Do you know what time it is?"

I hear some more glass shattering and I start to get nervous. "Fuck the time. They are all over the fucking internet, V. Every fucking thing is right there, all you have to do is click."

I shake my head as the pounding from the door gets louder. I put the bottle down and try again to reach the door handle.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Everyone knows now. What are we going to do?"

I open the door and am met with a pair of eyes I never thought I would see again. My mouth opens up before my brain can stop to think.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

He holds up the pictures that I swore would never see daylight and glares at me. "So do all of us have to now suffer because you decided to become Mrs. John Cena?"