Chapter 35

"Barbie, I don't know what to do anymore," Elizabeth announced sadly, "It's been two weeks and he still won't talk to me. He barely looks at me. He wont let me apologize to him. Please tell me what to do."

These past two weeks had probably been the worst two weeks of Elizabeth's life. She was hurting and the only person who could make it go away wasn't speaking to her.

"Why don't you try talking to him about something else?" Barbie suggested.

"I have. Tonight when he got back to the locker room after his match with PJ, we were alone. I told him he did a good job but he just grunted at me. Then he acted like I wasn't even in the room," Elizabeth told her.

"Well, at least he acknowledged you."

"This isn't a joke, B. I need him to talk to me," Elizabeth whined then she gasped, "I just had an amazing idea. Can you ask PJ to get in here?"

Barbie nodded with a confused look on her face. They were sitting in their hotel room, having just got back from the Smackdown taping. Barbie was ready for bed and Elizabeth was in the process when Barbie texted her boyfriend to join them in their room. The knock on the door brought Elizabeth out of her thoughts and she opened the door for him.

"Whoa, Elizabeth. I don't need to see you half naked," PJ groaned as he covered his eyes. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and pulled him in the room.

"I'm not half naked. I've got shorts on but you can't see them because they're short and I'm wearing Heath's sweatshirt," she informed him.

"Whatever. Barbie said you needed me," he said, reminding her why he was there.

"I was wondering how he is."

"Elizabeth, I'm not talking to you about this," he stated.

"Come on, PJ. Please, will you at least talk to me then?" she begged.

"No," he told her coldly.

She looked over at Barbie who shrugged. These past two weeks PJ had been upset with her too. He full named her all the time and it was driving her insane.

"Why not? PJ please. I'm suppose to be your sister, you're suppose to be helping me out," she told him desperately.

"Help you out with what?" he asked.

"Can I borrow your room key?" she blurted out.

"Why?" he asked her.

"So that I can talk to him, one on one. Somewhere he can't just walk away from me? Please PJ, I'm begging you here," she got down on her knees and crawled toward him, her hands clasped together holding her arms up to his chest.

"I am going against my better judgment here. Don't screw this up Elizabeth. If you piss him off, don't tell him I gave this to you," he warned as he handed her the key.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she squealed as she jumped to her feet and hugged him.

Barbie and PJ watched as she ran out the door, letting it close behind her.

"I think you just made her life, Pauly. She's been really upset lately. With you and Heath being angry with her, I don't know how much longer she's going to take it. I practically force her to eat and even then she barely does," Barbie informed her boyfriend.

"What am I suppose to do about it Barbie? She did this to herself, she knew better than going to Stu. She had to know that something like this was going to happen. Even if they hadn't had sex, she had to know that we would have been pissed off by the simple fact that she went to him. That isn't okay with me," PJ said.

"Do you think she hasn't punished herself enough? She made a mistake and she knows that, she'll be the first person to admit that. But you also have to realize that she wasn't exactly in her right mind, and the one person she thought she could go to turned her away. She didn't think she had anywhere else to go," Barbie continued to back Elizabeth up.

"She could have gone home," PJ stated simply.

"No she couldn't have. You and Heath would have yelled at her for leaving and not telling you where she went and then you'd pester her about what she had been doing. You know you would have so don't deny it," she said when he started to shake his head, "Now seriously. It has been two weeks. Don't you think you've been mean to her for long enough? She thinks she's losing the man she loves, don't take her brother away from her too."

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Elizabeth looked around her nervously before she slipped the key card into the slot. She heard the door click and took a deep breath before slowly turning to handle and letting herself in the room. As quietly as she could, she closed the door and let her eyes get used to the dark room. She glanced around the room and saw the bed closest to the door was empty, but she could see lump in the other bed. On instinct she walked towards him just wanting to be in his arms again, but she stopped herself and cleared her throat to get his attention.

"I told you I was going to sleep, PJ," he said grumpily, "Now please shut up."

"I'm not PJ," she whispered causing him to groan.

"How did you get in here?" he asked without rolling over to look at her.

"Can we talk? Please?" she was practically begging.

"I don't know what there is to talk about," he stated.

"I miss you," she told him quietly.

"That isn't my fault," he told her.

"Heath please look at me," she said.

"Why? I have nothing to say to you and you having nothing to say that I want to hear. So why don't you do both of us a favor and just leave," he snapped.

"Can you at least tell me what you're feeling? Tell me what you're thinking?" she asked trying to keep the tears in her eyes from spilling onto her cheeks.

"Sure, why not? I'm feeling tired and annoyed. I'm thinking that you need to get out of my hotel room so that I can get some rest," he replied.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Fine. You want to know how I feel? I'm hurting, really damn bad right now. I'm trying to figure out what the hell I did that pushed you so far away that you ran to Stu," he yelled as he sat up in his bed, "And now I'm angry because I'm tired and the only thing I want to do lately is sleep."

She stood at the foot of his bed, blinking quickly but the tears escaped anyway. Without thinking she crawled into the bed and latched onto him. She sat in his lap and locked her arms around his shoulders while burying her head in the crook of his neck; she let her tears fall on his skin.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know that you don't want to hear that right now because it only makes you mad but I don't know what else I can say," she went to pull away from him but his arms tightened around her waist, "I need to know what this means for us, if there even is an us. I understand if you don't want me anymore."

Heath started to say something but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Can you get that?" he asked her.

"They'll go away if we ignore them," she told him earnestly.

"Just get the damn door, Elizabeth," he said remembering that he was still angry with her.

When she stood up from the bed Heath lied back down and turned away from her, silently cursing himself for letting her affect him.

She walked to the door and opened it without checking to see who was there. When she saw whom it was her breath caught in her throat.