Hello yet again, guys! Ahh..im on some kind of updating rampage today. LoL. But first i just have to say this, out of all 4 chapters i have in this story, this chapter is my absolute favorite. I love the flashback :) Now, i'm not trying to sound all 'my fics are the awesomest' im just enjoying what i wrote.

Sorry, but a lot of the wrestlers are only mentioned for a small moment in this chapter, but they are at least all mentioned once. This chap is mostly a flashback and Amy talking to Adam.

Chapter 4, on the other hand, is a completely different story. Things get a little heated and are pushed even further. I know, i know, its developing slowly. But thats my whole point...

Okay, enough of be babbling on and on which most of you ppl probably wont even read anyways. But sometimes i just have to get that stuff off my chest. Whew! Well heres chapter 3, hope ya like it!

Read n review...i love reviews.

XoXoCandy

(( Part 3 ))

(Pennsylvania, 2002) She opened her eyes slightly, blinking a few times after realizing she was somewhere dark and cold, but couldn't see enough to make out where she was.

She lifted her upper body off the ground, holding herself steady with one hand upon the floor, and bringing her other one up to brush a few strands of hair away from her face. She brushed a hand over her cheek, and felt something sticky and dry. With gentle fingertips, she traced the crumbling substance.

Her nose had been bleeding.

Her little body started to tremble. Where was she? She stretched out a leg and it hit something that swished and settled back down. That's when she remembered.

She was in the bathroom.

Earlier, she had locked herself in to get away from him. She must've fallen asleep.

(2003, Ohio) Amy grunted, and looked with half-lidded eyes at the obnoxious alarm clock ringing next to her. It was almost 9 o'clock, she had to get ready to leave again for the next destination, Illinois.

She swung her feet over the side of the bed, brushing her hands over her face then through her lovely hair. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night, and whatever sleep she did have was spent tossing and turning.

Deciding that since she had taken one the night before, a shower was not needed. Instead, she threw on some appropriate clothes and went downstairs to have some breakfast.

As the redhead stepped off the elevator on the first floor, she chuckled at the site. From her location a few feet in front of the elevator, she could see everything that was to be seen inside the breakfast area. John and Torrie were chatting with Trish and Jeff, who were seated next to Christian and Chris. Across from them was the Legend Killer himself, Randy Orton, sharing a conversation with Stacy Keibler and their 'General Manager' Erich Bichoff.

They were all seated at one big table, like an extended family all coming together for a Christmas meal. But all alone in the corner, sitting at a small table located by a window with a book in hand was Adam. Content, but seemingly lonely.

Amy took a few steps forward in his direction, but stopped when she heard the familiar voice call her name.

"Goooooood mornin', Ames! Come over here, we saved you a spot." Randy leaned over, patting the empty chair next to him and across from Stacy.

The diva reluctantly looked back at Adam, he hadn't looked up from his book. She knew he had heard them calling her, but she couldn't figure out why he hadn't looked.

"I'm comin," She smiled, walking gingerly now to the spot that was reserved for her. She pulled out the seat and plopped down into the chair, and quickly started a conversation with her blonde friend, Stacy.

Soon, the whole table was into one conversation together. And Chris had mentioned something about flowers, which snapped Amy back into the shadows of the night before. Someone had dropped a flower off at her doorstep.

"Hey, guys?" She suddenly spoke, gazing at the amazing real-looking daisy arrangement in the middle of the table. Once she realized all eyes were on her, she cleared her throat. "Did any of you guys drop off a rose at my hotel room last night?"

At first, there was an awkward silence. Then everyone looked at each other, sharing confused expressions, then they turned back to her and shook their heads simultaneously. "It doesn't look like any of us did, Li." Jeff spoke in his gruff morning voice, "Why?"

"Last night after I got out of the shower, someone knocked on my door and when I opened it no one was there. But there was this beautiful red rose laying in the ground. With no note or anything."

An unusually casual John Cena peered down at the redhead from the other side of the table, "Aw, it looks like our little Lita has a secret admirer." He chuckled, earning him a slap in the arm from Torrie.

The whole table turned to look at the young Canadian man sitting at his own little table reading a book.

Randy was the first to speak up, "Are you sure Adam didn't send it?"

"No," She snapped back, "I called him right after I got It. There wouldn't have been any way he could've dropped off the flower, ran back to his hotel room, and answered the phone when I called in time."

"Well, maybe someone dropped it." Christian added.

"Then who would've knocked?"

The whole group was speechless, and Jeff was first to break the silence. "Well, we all know you don't like flowers, Li. So, I'm sure it was just a fan who saw you here but was too shy to give it to you in person. And if not then.. who cares? It's just a flower, nothing too serious."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and once again broke into their little groups to talk, and Amy was left out. She turned back to Adam, and decided to join him.

She walked over to his table, and his smile brightened the moment he saw her sit down. "Well, good morning, Amy." He greeted cheerfully, setting his book down.

"Hey, Adam." She smiled, trying to keep her eyes off the single, fake flower placed in the middle of the table for decoration. "Why are you sitting here all alone?"

"Ah.." he mumbled, as if trying to find some excuse. "I'm not much of a morning person and I didn't feel like talking to any of those guys, so I just came over here."

She could tell he wasn't in much of a talking mood, and quite frankly she wasn't either. While everyone was hanging around, she had her stuff to pack and a whole different state to get to in only a few hours. And as usual, she was going by her lonesome self.

"Well, Adam," She said, pushing her chair back and coming to her feet, "I'm not ready at all, and I have to leave in less than an hour if I want to make it to Illinois in time. I'll see you there, okay?"

Amy lingered for a moment, then when she noticed he seemed to be lost in thought and totally unaware of her departure, she began to walk away slowly.

"Amy…wait.."

She spun on her heel and waited for him to speak again.

"You don't have to ride alone, you know. You can come with me."

The redhead smiled at the tone of Adam's voice; nervous mumbles, but yet again sweet and compassionate. "Are you sure?" she asked, "I mean, if you're just being nice that's okay, I've been traveling alone for who knows how long now and I-"

"No," He said firmly, "I want you to."

Amy nodded. "Alright. Meet me here in an hour."

"Sounds great,"

She smiled, and offered the blonde man a little wink before walking off and back into the lobby.

Even though she had already planned her single trip to Illinois for the house show long ago, the redhead already knew all too well that Adam would let her ride with him although she hadn't asked.

And that's exactly what she'd hoped for.

(2001, Pennsylvania) She had only a simple wish, which was more of a need really. An old friend had asked her to go out for a little while. There was only one little problem, she wasn't allowed to go out alone at night or anytime of the day.

She sucked in her lower lip and leaned against the doorway that connected the kitchen to the small bedroom, where he was currently planning a flight.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Baby?"

He looked up from the scattered papers around him, seemingly startled. "Yeah?"

"I was asked to go out tonight, can I?"

"Go right ahead,"

At first, she was surprised, but she wasn't about to let him notice. "Thanks, baby." She replied flirtatiously, and skipped into the bathroom to get ready.

With tears trailing down her face, she bolted down the long hallways to her hotel room. She could hear him running after her, calling her name. But she was far to ahead of him for him to catch up anytime soon. She reached their hotel room, and after swiping the keycard she dashed inside.

He had let her go out, but he wasn't planning on letting her go alone. No. Instead, he let her believe he trusted her enough and sneakily followed her and her friend to the nice restaurant they were at.

But even before the dinners were brought out, she had noticed him trying to hide himself behind a menu a few tables away.

He never trusted her. He thought that she wasn't stable enough, that she wasn't able to take care of herself even though she was a grown woman. No. Never. Not at all.

She threw off her jacket and leaned against the wall when he entered the room. She flashed him a scowling expression and started to scream, "So this is why you let me go out, huh? Because you wanted to follow me."

"Honey, calm down."

She was absolutely disgusted by his words. The words that slid out of his mouth like cobras and spread like fleeing spiders across the room.

"I hate you," She spat, backing away. "Get out."

"I'm sorry, I was just worried. I thought maybe you were going out with another man." He stepped towards her and stretched his hand out, just grazing her skin before she stammered back.

"I told you who I was going out with before I left." There was a huge lump in her throat, and she was surprised at the small fact she could actually still speak, although her voice was unstable.

"I…I just wasn't sure. Please forgive me. C'mere," He rested a hand upon her trembling shoulder, but she viciously shrugged it off and turned to run further away from him, tripping over the buzzing heater and smacking her nose against the wall in the process.

A stinging sensation pierced through her, and she held her nose in her hands as her eyes started to water. "Damn it.." She mumbled under her breath.

"Baby! Are you okay? C'mere…let me see." Once again, he stepped towards her, grabbing her upper arm.

She pushed him away and ran into the bathroom, locking whatever locks were on the door.

"Honey, I'm sorry." He spoke through the thin wood.

She collapsed against the door and slid all the way down until she reached the cold tiled floor, where she sobbed unmerciful tears. She could actually feel his body heat emitting though the door.

"I'm so sorry, angel." His voice was quiet, but she could hear him clearly. "It won't happen again, I promise you. I was just worried that you were with another man. And I don't know what I'd do without you in my life, baby. Please, come out and talk to me.."

She did not respond, trying to convince herself that his words meant nothing.

Realizing that she wasn't going to open the door, he sighed, "Well, I'm going to bed, hun. You can come and join me when you're ready."

Although she considered it, she had no plans of going back.

The light was turned off, and there was no difference from when she opened her eyes to when she closed them. She felt a small trickle of liquid fall upon her lips. She tried to wipe it away, thinking it was a tear. But she soon realized it was just her nose, and it was not surprisingly bleeding.

Soon, she awoke. And realized that she was still on the bathroom floor with blood crusted over her hair and cheek. Surly by now he'd be sleeping, and she couldn't stay in the bathroom forever…

With all the energy she had, she picked herself off of the floor and grasped the cold door handle with a long sigh of pure defeat. She opened the door slowly, and peered out. He was sound asleep, with her spot wide open and the covers folded back.

She grinned at his appearance, and walked slowly to his side of the bed, leaning over him.

She brushed a few strands of hair away from his eyes, "I love you," She barley whispered into his hair, "But you're ruining my life." She kissed his lips softly, then returned to her usual side of the bed, pulling the soft covers up to her chin and snuggling against him, tasting the sour sting of defeat.

Soon, she fell asleep once again. Dreaming dreams of the true deep confusion she was going through, but would not remember in the morning.