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Chapter Eighty-Four: Dave's P.O.V.

I had just finished lacing up my boots when Paul walked in, smiling like he had just received a medal.

"What are you so happy about?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Just ran into your ex."

My ears immediately perked up but I tried to act disinterested. "Really?"

"You won't believe this, well, you might considering you really know her for the conniving bitch that she is," he chuckled, slightly as I felt all my muscles tensed up. "She was planning to take you out of Evolution. But luckily, I talked, or rather beat, some sense into her."

"Beat?" I questioned, my blood really starting to boil.

"It was just a little smack, no harm done. I mean, I got to do what it takes to keep the rest of Evolution together."

"Yeah," I replied and stood up. "As long as Evolution stands together, everything's alright. Listen, I'm gonna go get a water, you want anything?"

"Nah, I'm good, big man," he answered as I walked out of the room.

My mind was running wild. Where was Jessie? How bad did Paul hurt her? With all of these questions racing through my head, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and collided with a fellow wrestler.

"Batista, I was just looking for you," he said. I looked him in the face…it was Adam.

"You know I'm really confused by that fact, but I don't have to time to ask questions. I have to find Jessie."

"That's why I was looking for you."

"Have you seen her? Where is she?"

"She left, I'm assuming back to the hotel. She was crying, I just wanted to let you know."

"Damn, I got to get to her."

"Dave, you can't. We have the classic Survivor Series match tonight. You can't just up and leave."

"Jessie's more important than the damn match. Now, move out of my way, Copeland," I said, and tried pushing him out of my way but he stood his ground.

"Listen to me man, I'm more than thrilled that you would put Jess above this match, but you have to think about this, you've already had your trouble with Randy this year, one more screw up, and Vince is going to think that you're unreliable and untamed. You got to think about the future," I stared at him, in disbelief as he said this. I was the guy that he found his then girlfriend in bed with and he was giving me advice on how to stay in the company? "And I thought that someone should be with her, so I sent Stacy to talk to her and help her with whatever was wrong, which I have a feeling that you know."

I nodded. "Paul hit her. He found out that she was going to have me get out of Evolution."

"That stupid son of a bitch."

"Yeah, I know. Listen, could you tell Randy for me. I'm taking a big enough risk talking to you."

"Sure thing, man."

"Thanks, Copeland," I said and began to walk away, but was pulled back by him.

"Just out of curiosity, Batista, how much do you love Jessie?"

"More than life itself," I replied, eyebrows raised.

"So, you're probably going to ask her to marry you sometime soon, right?"

"Yeah, eventually I will. What are you getting at?" I questioned, getting somewhat irritated at the fact that he kept sticking his nose where it didn't belong.

He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out the small velvet box that I recognized as the one that Jessie had just recently given back to him. "When you're ready to ask her to marry you, use this ring."

"Copeland, I couldn't do that. Keep it, save it for somebody else."

"That's going to be kind of hard unless I found somebody else named Jessica Katherine Lawrence. This ring was made especially for Jessie, not somebody else," he said and handed me the box.

"I just can't take this without giving you something back. How much did you pay for it? I'll pay you back in full."

"Just have her call me when you get back to the hotel," he smiled, weakly and left.

I stood there for a moment, stunned at what had just transpired, before opening the box and opening the box and taking the ring out. What had he meant when he said that the ring was made especially for her? I checked the ring over and over until I noticed her name engraved on the inside of the band. I put it back and closed the box and started walking back to the locker room.

I thought that no one in the world could love Jessie as much as I did, but I guess I was wrong.

If it were any other circumstance, I would've been disappointed to have gotten eliminated from the main event, but that night it was as if I couldn't wait for the three count. I hurried back to the locker room, relieved that H was still out there fighting and that Ric was more loyal to him than me. I grabbed my duffel and ran out to my car and made it to the hotel in record time.

I hurriedly stuck the card key into the lock and entered Jessie's room to find Stacy sitting next to her on the bed, an ice pack on her left eye.

"Oh my God, Jess, how is it?" I immediately asked, dropping my stuff off at the door and kneeling down in front of her.

She didn't answer as tears continued to stream down her face.

"It looks pretty bad, Dave," Stacy replied for her.

"Let me see," I said, pulling the ice pack away from her eye to find it dark shades of blue and purple. "I'm gonna fucking kill that bastard."

"I don't want it to be a secret anymore," she cried, burying her face into my shoulder. "I want you to tell Vince that you want a different locker room."

"I think I'll leave you two alone," Stacy said and began to walk out the door.

"Thanks, Stace," I told her before turning my full attention to Jessie. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

She nodded. "It hurts so bad."

"I know, baby, it's okay. I'm here now."

I couldn't help but feel that this was partially my fault. I had been the that wanted to keep our relationship a secret and I had done it so she wouldn't get hurt. But that plan backfired just like the one before it.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"For what?" she asked, pulling away. "You didn't do anything."

"I should've been there. I should never have asked you to do this. It would've been better if it was out in the open. I thought it was such a good idea, I never expected you to get hurt."

"Dave, this wasn't your fault. Nobody expected this to happen. Paul is just an asshole," she said, wiping the tears away from her eyes and wincing as she did so.

"Here," I said, handing her back the ice pack. "Keep that on it and lie down. You need your rest."

She did as I told her to and eventually fell asleep. No matter how much she told me that it wasn't my fault, I still took full blame.

I sat there, watching her as she slept, her breathing still a little uneasy from her crying, unsure of how Paul was going to react to this type of news. One thing was for sure, though, this was never going to happen again.