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I will refer to CM Punk as Phil Brooks and Colt Cabana as Scott Colton. For other superstars I will use their ring names (mainly, there might be an exception).
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Scarlet's P.O.V
I stayed up most of the night thinking how I could make the morning less awkward and not a single thing came to mind. I finally gave up around seven in the morning and decided to make myself a hot chocolate. But, that didn't work on calming my nerves either. Finally, I got changed into my gym clothes, put my earphones in, and went for a run.
I ran, mostly, for an hour straight before I felt like I couldn't do anymore. I arrived back at home just after nine hoping I could have a shower before Scott woke up but a completely different scenario greeted me.
"Where were you?" Scott jumped up from his seat. "What makes you think you can just run away?"
"Good morning dad." I smiled at him. "I just went for a run; I thought you'd still be asleep."
"What have you had to eat?" He was calmer.
"Just a hot chocolate." I told him.
"I'll make some toast." Scott said. "You go shower."
I did as I was told. The hot water felt so good on my skin, it washed away all the remaining stress from the night before. I was planning on spending the remaining two days with Scott and home so there was no bother getting changed into anything fancy, instead I put on pyjama bottoms and a pull over hoodie.
"Smells nice." I said as I joined Scott in the kitchen.
"Yes, eat up." Scott nodded. "I have in ring training with the guys today. I might be there all day so don't wait up."
"You're leaving?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Scott grabbed an apple from the side. "My phone is on if you get in any trouble."
"Okay." I gave an awkward side smile. "Bye."
Scott just waved then walked out the kitchen. I heard him grabbing his coat then ran after him.
"Dad." I called.
He stopped just as the door was about to close behind him.
"Yes?" He sighed.
"I love you." I whispered while hugging him tightly, I'm not certain he heard me though.
After a brief moment I let him go. Scott didn't say anything, or return the hug; he just locked the door behind him.
I didn't understand what the whole sudden change of heart had come down to with Scott. It was over a brief period of a few hours. After a few hours of thinking and movie watching I got a call from Phil.
"Hello." I answered in the most cheerful voice I could.
"Hello Roo." Phil answered back. "How are you?"
"I'm good Pap." I said. "How are you?"
"I'm fine." Phil said. "On my way to a signing."
"Where about?" I asked.
"Los Angeles." I head him laugh. "It's so shiny here. How is Scott?"
"Gone to in ring training." I told him.
"He needs to get back on his feet." Phil said. "It's good that he's training. Is Caden with you?"
"No." I said. "I'm at home, alone. I was hoping to spend time with Dad today but then this came up. I might go to be though, I'm really tired."
"Did you sleep last night?" Phil quizzed.
"Yes." I lied. "But not well."
"Get to bed then." Phil said. "I'll call you in a few hours if I have time."
"Okay Pap." I said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight Roo." Phil laughed then hung up.
I managed to sleep; I woke up by the doorbell ringing. When I checked the time it was near midnight. I creped over to Scott's room but he wasn't there. I checking in the living room and kitchen but he wasn't there either. The doorbell was still ringing, furiously. I didn't know what to do. I got my phone ready to call the police just in case and grabbed Scott's baseball bat from the corner. My hand slowly reached for the door.
"About fucking time." Scott slurred, a strong smell of whiskey came with it.
"Have you been drinking?" I gaped at him. My stomach churned in disgust.
"What do you think?" He pushed passed me.
"Yes," I sighed. "You smell horrible by the way."
"I think it smells nice." Scott laughed.
"Where are your keys?" I changed conversation.
"I don't know." Scott shrugged. "Why didn't you answer the door quicker?"
"I was sleeping." I told him.
"Wouldn't wake up for your father." Scott laughed again.
"Dad, you know that isn't what it was." I tried to get him to sit on a chair. "Let's get some water in you then to bed."
"No." He shook his head.
"Drink up." I handed him a glass of water.
Strangely, he listened to me. But, as soon as the water was down he rushed to the bathroom. I ran after him, making sure he was okay. Scott managed to puke everywhere then pass out on the floor outside the bathroom. It took me a good ten minutes dragging him across the length of the corridor, into his room, and onto his bed. I took off his shoes, socks jacket and then covered him with a blanket. He looked so peaceful in his sleep.
Getting Scott into bed wasn't the whole of my worries. I had to clean all the sick out from the bathroom. The thing was I didn't want to. I bet that Scott wouldn't remember what happened in the morning, he wouldn't believe me if I told him that I had to clean up after him when normally it's meant to be the other way around. Instead I took a picture, to prove to him, and then started to clean up.
You'd think I was used to cleaning up sick because of my mother's alcohol problem but everything with her seemed like it happened years ago. The sight was horrible, the smell was horrible, and the cleaning was hard. I had to wait for the bleach to dry for around two hours. I had to check up on Scott the whole night, making sure he didn't choke on his own sick if he threw up again.
I did this until he woke up. I was in the kitchen, and he stomped down the stairs heavily. I quickly made him a coffee and slices of toast.
"What the fuck happened last night?" Scott rubbed his eye with his palm.
"You came home pissed out of your head, threw up everywhere then passed out." I said bluntly. "How's the hangover?"
"Pissed out my head explains my headache." Scott said. "I never puked or passed out though."
"How did you get into bed then?" I quizzed.
"Walking." He shook his head like the answer was so obvious.
"I carried you in." I told him.
"No you didn't." Scott laughed, then clutched onto his head.
"Yes I did." I raised an eyebrow.
"You're not strong enough." Scott said.
"Really?" I gaped at him. "Look at this." I showed him the picture I took. "You passed out right outside."
"I don't have time for your nonsense." Scott flushed, knowing I was right. "I need a shower."
While he was in the newly cleaned bathroom I placed two painkillers and a glass of water in his room knowing he wouldn't take them if I gave it him personally. I didn't know whether to tell Phil how strange Scott was acting but even if I did it wasn't his problem.
Scott's mood carried on all day, even when he got fully sober.
"Why are you not at your boyfriends?" Scott stared at me.
"Do you want me to go?" His comment took me by surprise.
"It's just he hasn't been down for like what, two days." Scott laughed.
"I wanted to spend time with you but it seems like you want to escape every time I try talking normally to you." I told him.
"You wanted to spend time with me?" Scott didn't even try to supress the humour in his voice. "This is news."
"Why are you acting like it's such a terrible thing?" I looked at him.
"Not a terrible thing." Scott shook his head.
I didn't know how to reply to that. All I could say was: "Goodnight.". Then walk off into my bedroom. Having an early night was the perfect idea seen as there was school in the morning.
I texted Phil before I went to sleep. 'Goodnight Pap. I miss you; everything has changed since you have left.'
Although I sent him that text I didn't expect him to understand the true meaning of the last comment.
My night's sleep was bumpy. I kept on waking up. Altogether I must have only had five hours sleep. When the clock read seven I got up and preceded my normal schedule on a school morning. I got changed, brushed my hair, packed my stuff, had breakfast and got ready to leave. I picked my keys up from the counter. They managed to slip through my fingers and land loudly on the floor.
"What are you doing?" Scott rushed angrily down the stairs. "Can't a man sleep on a Monday morning?"
"Sorry dad." I whispered, although that didn't make a difference. "I was just heading to school."
"Get going then." He pointed at the door.
"Are you okay?" I asked as I finished packing the last of my stuff.
"I'm fine." Scott said like he was only saying it to make me shut up. "You?"
"Could be better." I admitted as I zipped up my bag. I took a deep breath. "How are you feeling about me?"
"So that's what it's about." Scott said. "My feelings haven't changed since Friday night."
"But they were different on Friday morning." I pointed out.
"So?" He snorted. "I realised what this relationship is about."
"What is it about?" I raised an eyebrow.
"You used me to get away from Rick but when he finally left you didn't." Scott looked at me expressionless. "You found a nest here of two people giving you money and food."
"What?" I was shocked. "You think I'm usi
ng you, you surely can't."
"I surely can." Scott mimicked in a high pitched voice.
"If that's honestly what you think confirm it now and I'll leave." My chest tightened. "That isn't why I stayed. I didn't nest in your money."
"I will." Scott's eyes looked so dark. "That's what I honestly think."
I took out everything Scott and Phil gave me from my bag. I handed him my phone. My camera.
"I'll see you around then." I choked out.
I grabbed the remainder of my stuff that was left.
"I nested in your love." I whispered, loud enough for him to hear, before closing the door behind me.
This was the hardest chapter I've had to write.
