Counting all the assholes in the room
Well I'm definitely not alone, well I'm not alone
You're a liar, you're a cheater, you're a fool
Well that's just like me yoohoo and I know you too
Mr. Perfect don't exist my little friend
And I tell you it again, and I do it again
Counting all the assholes in the room, well I'm
Definitely not alone, well I'm not alone
xxxxx
I sat up in bed and looked around, quickly not realizing where I was. I felt my heart beat increase and felt the beads of sweat roll down my face. I shivered and looked around, trying to take in my surroundings. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. I felt pain shoot through my back all the way down to my legs. I let out a little scream and looked down. My jaw hung open in shock and I began to tremble. I realized I couldn't even see my feet. I was staring down at my expanded belly. I gasped and fell back against the bed. My whole body was shaking. I slowly rested my hand on my belly and jumped when I felt movement. There was something in there, a baby, my baby...our baby. I quickly looked around again and looked at the pictures on the wall. I was in Punk's house, specifically in his guest room. Had I fallen asleep here? Was being with Zack a dream? When the fuck did I end up pregnant!
I slowly got up this time, not being able to bare that pain again, and walked out of the bedroom. I looked up the hall and realized it was much longer than I remembered. I started my way down in an attempt to find Punk. I needed answers. If I was pregnant, then that meant everyone knew about us. Oh god my dad! I picked up my pace a bit, I needed to find Punk. I stopped in my tracks when I heard noises coming from his bedroom, which seemed so far away, but yet was just in arms reach. The closer I got, the louder the noises got. I covered my mouth with my hand when I realized it was moaning noises. Tears stung my eyes and I turned my head away. I reached my shaky hand out and slowly turned the doorknob, praying I was just hearing things. I gently pushed the door open and nearly fainted. There in front of me was Punk and Maria. All I could see was her back as she was on top of him, and his tattooed hands firmly grasping her waist. I let out a gasp and they both stopped, turning their attention to me. She slowly climbed off of him and gave me a big smile. I looked between the two of them, tears running down my face, ready to faint.
"I told you Emilie, if you kept the baby it'd be over. You chose this not me. Just like your mother. You will die just like her too. Pathetic." He said with a smug look on his face.
I opened my mouth, but no words would come out. I was in utter shock. How could he say those things? How could he do this to me...with her especially? I was carrying his child, a child he didn't want. I closed my eyes and wiped the tears away. I opened my eyes again but Punk and Maria weren't there anymore, I was alone. I looked around and realized I was in a different house. I walked into what I assumed to be the living room and realized I was in my Nana's house, only it was different, much different. I walked over to the mantle and my breath caught in my throat. All along the mantle were pictures, old pictures. I saw my dad, uncle, and aunt and Nana in one. The next one over was of my dad, mom, Uncle, and Randy. I didn't get it, she never had these pictures before? I stepped back and turned my attention to the stairs. I heard scuffing and yelling. I hurried up the steps and stopped when I realized my belly was gone. What the fuck is happening? I shook my head and continued my way up and stopped when I realized the yelling was coming in from my room. I rushed in and froze. At first I thought I was staring into a mirror and then I looked closer. There in front of me, was my mother. She had tears streaming down her face and her hands were placed on her stomach. Behind her stood my dad. He was pacing back and fourth, hands shoved in his pockets.
"Catherine, you can't keep the baby. You're only 15! What kind of life can we give it huh!"
"I don't care John! This is OUR baby. We can give it all we have. Why can't you just see that!"
"BECAUSE I'M NOT READY TO BE A DAD CATHERINE! DO YOU NOT SEE THAT. YOU NEED TO GET AN ABORTION NOW OR...or it's over. I'm only 17, I have a full life ahead of me. Maybe later down the road we can try baby-"
"Don't you dare call me baby. You know what John, fine. I'll go get the damn abortion." He let out a sigh of relief. I felt tears sting my eyes again. How could he love me so much now, but hate me so much then.
"But when I do, I will never see you again. I'm done with you. You said you loved me and you promised to always be there for me and you LIED. I took you back when you cheated, and you do this! FUCK YOU. I NEVER want you see your pathetic ass again. I HATE YOU JOHN CENA!"
I violently shook my head no. They couldn't do this, they had to stay together. She had to live, she needed him. I reached my arm out to touch them but they just seemed to go farther and farther away.
"Mom! Mom please! Don't go." I whispered and reached for her. Tears ran down my face but I didn't care. I had lost everything. I lost Punk, my mother, and now my baby was gone...if there was ever even a baby. I closed my eyes again, praying when I opened them I'd be back with my mother, back where I belonged. I slowly counted to three and opened my eyes. My whole body felt like it was going to break down. My mother wasn't there, I was alone.
"Emilie." I whipped my head around and furrowed my brows. Someone was calling my name, but I couldn't see anyone.
"Emilieee."
"EMILIE!" I jolted awake and threw my hand to my chest. It was on fire, and I was having difficulties breathing.
"EMILIE WHERE ARE YOU!" I looked towards the door and gasped. How long had I been asleep? I looked around to see the bed empty and I looked around the room. Was being with Zack a dream too? I slowly got up and walked towards the door. I heard the shower on and I let out a sigh of relief. Zack was here, he just woke up before me. I went to go into the bathroom to scare him, until I heard a banging on the door. I wiped my eyes and slowly opened it, yawning in the process.
"Hey Zack have you seen Em-" I looked up to see a very panic struck CM Punk. His words were cut off at the sight of me and his eyes went wide. I stared up at him, trying not to roll my eyes in the process. I heard the bathroom door open and Zack came out in only a towel.
"Hey Punk what's wrong? I thought I heard yelling." Punk didn't look at him or even give him an answer. He just stared down at me the whole time. He finally glanced over at Zack and I saw his jaw clench. He looked back down at me and I swear I could see tears filling his eyes. It was then that I remembered that I was in one of Zack's shirts, and Zack was in a towel. I stared into his dark green eyes and remembered my dream. The things he said to me, how the hate filled words spewed out of his mouth, how he said them without a care. Then I remembered Maria.
"I've been here the whole time. You better go, you wouldn't want to keep Maria waiting." His eyes widened a little, but they never left mine. I shook my head and closed the door in his face. I turned back around to see Zack standing there with a confused look on his face. I just shrugged and walked over to the bathroom.
"You leave any hot water for me there stud?" He turned to me with a worried look on his face but nodded.
"Are you...OK Em?" I nodded and turned my head away.
"I wont take long, I promise." With that I closed the bathroom door. I stripped of my clothes and stepped in to the shower, making sure it was scalding. As much as it burned, I couldn't move. After all that we've been through, he just lies to me like that. Zack would've never lied to me like that. I shook my head and groaned. No Zack, there is no you and Zack. It's you and Punk. That's what you guys fought to be, a couple. I fought this long, I can fight longer. He chose me. He may have lied, but he chose me. I had to talk to him, but when I was ready, which I wasn't yet. Then there was a part of me that didn't want to fight, that just wanted to let go. I went far enough without him. Without Punk...I could spend more time with my dad and everyone else without looking suspicious. That was a good sign.
I stepped out of the shower, ready to explode. I had so many things running through my head, I didn't know what to do. I brushed my hair and put the clothes I had on before back on. I walked out to see Zack sitting on the bed looking like a lost puppy. I grabbed my clothes and went back into the bathroom and got dressed. I didn't want to waste anymore time. I wanted to see my dad, and see how he'd react to my new look, praying he'd like it. I scrunched my hair as fast as I could, making it look decent and applied some make-up. The one thing I loved about having black eyes was that it made my blue eyes pop. I stared into the mirror and let out a huff. Punk would not ruin my return, no matter what. If it mean ignoring him all damn day, then I'd do it.
I walked out and put my Jordan's on and looked over at Ryder. He was sitting there with his hands in his lap. I frowned and walked over.
"Ready to go boo?" He jumped and looked up at me. He looked me up and down and smiled.
"Yes beautiful I am. I see someone is in a better mood."
"I just had the best sleep of my life, with one of the most important people in my life, and a nice, hot shower. Nothing can ruin my day now, especially while I'm with you." He smiled down at me and I chuckled. He had the cutest little gap between his teeth, it always made me giggle. We grabbed our things and made our way down to the lobby. I looked at my phone to see that I had two more missed calls, but not from Punk. I skimmed through all of the texts Punk sent me, rolling my eyes at most. 'Why'd you leave?' 'Emilie you're scaring me where are you' Most were duplicated, but one caught my eye. I stopped in place and gripped my phone harder. Out of all the 'I love yous, I'm sorry if I did something wrong, and the 'I'm sorrys', this one in particular was different. It was different because this one message wasn't for me.
I had a lot of fun today. It's crazy how you've changed and how much has changed in the past couple of years :) We should get together sometime soon again and have dinner & a movie or something, like old times. Just let me know :) -Punk
I felt my face get hot and my blood started to boil. I clenched my jaw so hard that I felt as if it would break. My knuckles turned white from me gripping my phone so hard. My eyesight started to go blurry and I could see the blackness start to feel them, and that was never a good sign. Everything around me soon started to disappear, and I knew it was too late. I was gone, and someone was going to get hurt.
"EMILIE!" The blackness went away and my vision became clearer again. I focused in front of me and realized Zack was there with his hands on my shoulders gently shaking me. Had he been doing this long? I could barely remember anything, but the text message. The one that wasn't meant for me. The one that was meant for her.
"I'm...I'm fine. Let's go." I walked away from him and slammed my finger into the elevator button. This day was supposed to be good. Everything was supposed to be fine. I was gonna get some space and go back to Punk and talk, but now, he can fuck himself. I walked into the elevator and Zack quickly followed.
"Emilie what is wr-" He stopped talking and I glared over at him. I saw that he was staring at someone behind us and I turned my head to look. I smirked when I said Kelly Kelly and Eve standing in the back, slowly huddling into a corner.
"BOO!" They both jumped and screamed, quickly hurrying out of the doors as they opened. I smiled bitterly and shook my head.
"I'm fine." I bluntly said and walked out. I looked around and noticed almost all the superstars in the lobby, all waiting to go to go to the arena. I spotted my dad and Randy talking in the corner with Triple H and Shawn Michaels. My mind went back to my dream and I felt my blood start to boil all over again. He didn't want me, he never wanted me. How could someone say such hurtful things. I slowly made my way over, smiling at some of the guys who were staring at me.
"Emilie...is that you?" I stopped and turned to see Cody standing there with his friend Ted and Kofi and the Miz. I haven't seen him since we broke up, and as afraid as I used to be, I felt nothing around him. Not anger, fear, sadness...nothing. I smiled and walked over, hugging all of them and stepping back.
"Your hair...wow. You look great!" I smiled at The Miz.
"Thanks, thought I'd try something new." Cody smiled down at me, and it quickly faded. I furrowed my brows and looked at all of them. They all looked frightened. They looked over my shoulder and quickly bowed their heads, acting as if they were praying. I slowly turned and looked behind me. In the far, far corner of the room, stood the Dead man and the Devils favorite Demon. They were both watching me. I nodded to them both, and like that, they were gone.
"How...how did you do that!?" Ted said with wide eyes. I simply shrugged my shoulders.
"They like me." They all looked at me in shock and then at each other. I was just as shocked as they were. Apparently they didn't like anyone, only a select few, and I just happened to be one of them. I wasn't sure if I should be happy about that or not, it was like having body guards.
"Hey guys! You have a beautiful lady over here and you don't even introduce me?" I turned to see Nick or Dolph. He stopped and squinted.
"Emilie?" I smiled and nodded. I didn't think I'd be that hard to notice.
"Wow...and I mean wow. You look exactly like the woman in your dads pictures...well er your mom." He said and smiled. I smiled back and hugged him. I looked over to where my dad was and saw him look over here and look back. He quickly looked back over to me and his jaw dropped. I waved bye to the guys and slowly walked over. He grabbed Randy's shoulder and turned him to face my direction, and like clockwork his jaw dropped also.
"Hi." My dad stood there dumbfounded, as well as Randy.
"Hey there's my favorite little ass kicker. Wow I almost didn't recognize you Em. You look just like...uh...how are you?" Hunter said while hugging me.
"I'm good, glad to be back. I take it you don't like my hair dad." He still didn't say anything, he just stared.
"I know I look like mom dad, it fits me thought, doesn't it?" Still got nothing, he just stared.
"Well since your dad is being awkward...Emilie I'd like you to meet someone. Shawn this is Emilie, Emilie this is Shawn. I stepped over to shake his hand and smiled. I remember watching him as a kid. The heart break kid was definitely an inspiration.
"I've heard a lot about you. You did real good here Cena, she doesn't look a damn thing like you." He said laughing and slapping him on the back. He just nodded.
"Y-yeah. She looks exactly like her mother, you have no idea how much." He finished with a whisper. I gave him a fake smile and looked back to everyone.
"Oh dad I just remembered. Uncle Chris called me and said that he's going to be here today, and would love to travel with us for a bit." I said with an even faker smile. He just nodded and looked at Randy. I knew this would be interesting because they didn't get a long, but he was my uncle. If I wanted to see him, then I'd see him, and they couldn't stop me. After that we all awkwardly walked out to the rental. I said goodbye to Shawn and Paul(hunter) and got into the car. I pulled out my phone and smiled.
Thanks for leaving me! Now I have to ride with your old boy toy and he's giving me dirty looks.
I smiled and put my phone away. As mad as I was, he could always make me smile.
The ride to the arena was quiet, and awkward. I really had no reason to be mad at my dad, but the dream felt so...so real. It was as if I went back in time and was actually watching what happened. I've had dreams like this before but I would never see his face. I'd just see my mother bawling her eyes out. She was left so broken, and alone. She needed him then the most, and he left. Randy left too, like a coward. I shook my head angrily and jolted out of the car as soon as it stopped. I went to the trunk and grabbed my dads bags. He came up from behind me and smiled. His smiled faded and he ran his hand over his face and groaned.
"Well looks like crazy has come back to haunt us." He mumbled and looked over my shoulder. I turned around and saw her...with him. I clenched my jaw, but let out a breath and calmed down. He can do whatever he wants. If he wants to ruin us, that's his choice. I knew I had to let him know that what he saw wasn't well...exactly what he think he saw. I never slept with Zack, sexually. I threw my dads bag over my shoulder and we all made our way in. I bid them goodbye as they went into the locker room, and roamed around. It was extremely hot inside and out, so I was thankful that I wore shorts and a tank. I forgot how hot Florida could be, but at least we weren't far from my new home, and I could go in the pool whenever we went back. I would get to sleep in a real bed instead of a bus or at another hotel. I had to see the bitch though, and with the mood I was in, this would get interesting. I turned a corner and stopped, making sure no one was coming. I didn't feel like running into anyone else again. I smiled as I thought about the first time I ran into Punk. How he had been such an ass, but how far they've come since that day in February. She felt tears sting her eyes and she quickly blinked them away. Now was not the time to cry. I looked back up and froze. Maybe now was not the time to cry, but now was definitely the time to kill somebody.
I watched as Maria hung on Punk, and I watched as Punk did nothing but smile. I felt my body begin to tremble as she places her ugly red lips against his cheek. Once again he smiled, and watched her as she walked away. He leaned up against the door and let out a sigh. Tears welled up in my eyes again and there was no way I was stopping them this time. I continued walking and looked to the ground. I couldn't deal with this right now. I looked up in time to see him looking at me, and his face fell. I threw my hand up to my neck and yanked the necklace off. I stopped in front of him and dropped it to the ground.
"I didn't have sex with Zack. I fell asleep. He picked me up from the airport because you ditched me for her. You lied to me. You were never in the bathroom. Also, thanks for sending me that text that wasn't meant for me. I hope you two are having a lot of fun, and I'm sure it'll continue." I went to talk away but stopped again.
"You lied, which I still don't know why. You ditched me. You're supposed to love me. We're over Phillip. Don't bother calling me anymore, don't talk to me." With that I turned around and walked away. I wouldn't bare to let him see me cry. He didn't deserve me tears, and he didn't deserve me.
Uh oh...a breakup? What does this mean for them now. Punk/Maria? Emilie/Zack? Emilie/Punk. I already know (:
Drama just follows these two, maybe a break would be the best.
Review and tell me what ya think!