A/N: I apologise profusely for the delay. I never intended to neglect this story for so long but unfortunately my health has gotten in the way. The good news is that I've now been diagnosed so hopefully now I'll be starting treatment soon and there will be less waiting between chapters. I'm still having other tests to see what else is wrong with me but I'm hopeful it won't get in the way.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the OC. Everything is entirely fictional. Everybody belongs to themselves and their respective companies/owners.

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Chapter 28: Is Love Enough?

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Scarlett's POV.

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The music was pumping and the dance floor was packed. I watched as a sea of bodies moved to the beat of the music on the lower tier. I turned and got the bar tender's attention, ordering myself a drink. I perched myself on the stool and waited for him to return with my rum and coke. When he did I paid him and casually sipped my drink as I tried to calm myself down. I was feeling a little self conscious by myself at the bar. I had been so eager to get out that I had arrived at least half an hour early and my friends had yet to get here. I glanced at my phone for the umpteenth time checking the time when I felt a presence. Being the social awkward person I am, I ignored the presence and kept my eyes in front of me and on my drink.

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"Hey, do you come here often?" A voice spoke.

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I rolled my eyes upon hearing that cheesy line and suppressed the reply my brain was urging me to say.

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I glanced in his direction and gave a small smile, shaking my head. I really did not want to get into a conversation with him. Talking to my friends is fine, I know them, but a complete stranger is different, especially this one. He had a look about him that gave me the creeps.

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"I thought not, I'm always in here and I'd remember a pretty girl like you." He said as he leaned on the bar and peered round at my face.

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I tried to keep the disgust from my face as he seemed to get closer to me.

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"My name's Tom."

"Scarlett."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

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I inwardly groaned at his clichéd lines.

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"Can I buy you a drink Scarlett?"

"I've got one thanks." I smiled.

"Come on just one drink." He said as he leaned into me.

"I'm fine."

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"So... What's a pretty girl like you doing sitting at here all alone?" He asked as he rested his hand on my knee.

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I moved my legs slightly, causing his hand to drop.

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"I'm not alone. I'm waiting for someone."

"Looks like you've been stood up sweetheart. Why don't you join me? We can go back to mine and party." He put his hand on my knee again.

"No thanks. I'm meeting somebody."

"Look, darling. You don't have to play hard to get."

"I'm not."

"Oh but you are." He smirked giving my knee a squeeze.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do. You women are all the same. You like to pretend you don't want it but you really do."

"I don't know what 'it' is but I'm pretty sure you can keep it."

"Feisty, I like it. I bet you're a hell cat in the sack."

"Excuse me? I think you'd better leave."

"Why? We're just getting to know each other."

"Look, thanks for the offer of a drink but as I already said I'm waiting on somebody."

"And as I already said, you don't have to play hard to get." He smirked.

"I'm not playing."

"You're a tease." He said grabbing my arm.

"Please leave me alone."

"Or what?"

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"Or you'll have me to answer to." Came a voice.

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"Oh yeah and what's it to you?"

"You've got your hands on my wife. Unless you want me to put my hands on you, I suggest you let Scarlett go."

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He released his grip on me and backed off. Giving me one last glare before retreating across the room.

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"You OK?"

"Yeah, thank you for chasing him off."

"Any time. Mrs Jericho." He laughed. "So what has you out tonight?"

"Fun, Christopher."

"Man trouble?" He asked with a knowing look.

"It's a long story." I sighed.

"It must be if you're here alone."

"I'm meeting Beth, Nattie and a few others but I guess I was a little too eager."

"I'll keep you company until they get here, keep the jackass's away."

"That's very nice of you Chris, but you don't have to."

"No really, you'd be saving me. There's only so much of your brother's jokes I can take." He joked.

"Ted's here?"

"Yeah, they're all playing pool in the other room now. I wondered off when Ziggler and Ted decided to become comedians."

"Oh dear. I know his jokes. You did well to run." I laughed. "I think I'll be avoiding the other room tonight."

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Half an hour later Chris and I were chatting away at the bar when Beth, Natalya, Tyson Kidd, Evan Bourne, the Bella's, Daniel Bryan and a few others arrived. Beth engulfed me into a huge hug and ordered me and her shots of tequila. It seems word of my argument with Phil had gotten about. Beth gave me a reassuring smile before we downed the shots and ordered two more.

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After a few more tequila shots I was feeling quite merry, when John tried to get me up to dance.

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"No Cena, I told you I don't dance." I protested as the former champion tugged on my arm.

"Come on, if you don't dance with me I'll look like a fool."

"You already are a fool."

"Believe me sweet cheeks, I can make a bigger fool of myself. I still have clothes on."

"No stripping!"

"Dance with me then. Come on, it'll be fun." He pleaded.

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I thought about it for a moment. I didn't normally dance, it wasn't my thing. Moshing in a pit, yes. But dancing was another thing entirely. But I was out to have fun. And I couldn't be responsible for a Cena streak. I lifted my drink from the table and downed the contents.

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"Fine. But if you start taking your clothes off again, I'm will have to get violent."

"Deal." He smiled as he led me towards the dance floor.

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You have never seen a sight as hilarious until you have seen John Cena, a two hundred plus pound man dancing and wiggling his ass to LMFAO's 'Sexy and I know it'. Strangely, I found myself joining in and actually enjoying myself. As we were dancing, a hand was placed on mine and John's shoulders. We turned to see Mr Show Off himself, Dolph Ziggler shaking his head.

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"A guy goes for a game of pool and you two steal his signature move. Watch how it's really done." He said before he started wiggling his butt in time to the music.

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As I watched the two grown men having a 'butt-shake off' before me I noticed the rest of the pool playing superstars enter this section of the bar and join the rest of the roster. I saw Evan talking to Ted before he pointed in out to the dance floor. As my brother's eyes scanned the dance floor, I knew he was looking for me. I decided I could talk to him later, my first priority was fun and dancing was fun.

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Three songs later and my feet were killing me.
My lack of dancing over the years had definitely not prepared me for this. I tip toed back to the corner we had taken over and plopped myself down on an empty seat.
Within seconds the seat beside me was filled and a drink put down in front of me.

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"Hello Ted." I spoke without turning.

"Having fun?"

"Actually, I am."

"Good."

"Is that it?"

"Is what it?" He asked.

"Is that all you're going to say? No lecture or anything?"

"Nope."

"Are you feeling all right?" I asked suspiciously.

"Yes. I've missed you and I was worried but I can see you're fine. It's nice to see you enjoying yourself. So cheers little sister." He smiled lifting both glasses and handing one to me.

"Cheers." I replied, still eyeing him dubiously as we clinked glasses.

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Tonight was going better than I thought. Jericho chased off a creep, I discovered dancing could be fun and now my brother seems to have had a brain transplant. Happy days!

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I made my way to the bar to continue with my quest for fun.
I ordered myself a double Captain Morgan's and coke and paid the bar tender.

I turned around to return to the table and found myself rooted to the ground. Standing directly in front of me was the person I had been trying to forget about tonight.

I watched as he trailed his eyes up my form from my Iron Fist shoes, along my purple leopard print dress until his hazel orbs met mine. Shivers ran up my spine as his as his gaze burned into me. I pulled my eyes away from his and stepped away from the bar toward our corner. As I moved to the right he took a step towards me.

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"Scarlett."

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I stopped and turned to face him.

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"Hey. Uh... Have you got a minute?"

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I nodded.

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"Somewhere a bit quieter." He gestured to the speakers around the room.

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I nodded again and set my drink on the table. Ted gave me the big brother 'Do you want me to have a word?' look. I gave him a reassuring smile and shook my head before following Phil outside to the beer garden.

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We walked towards the bench at the wall, underneath a big heater.

He sat down and gestured for me to do the same. An awkward silence fell over us. I began to think just how many times we had been in this same situation. I never realised we fought so much. The sound of his voice stopped me in my thoughts.

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"This is the part where I'm supposed to apologise for whatever I've said or done that upset you. I know that but I'm not. Truth be told, I have no idea why you're upset or what I've done to make you upset. You know me, I don't like to apologise so I'm not going to just give you a meaningless apology for the sake of it. Can you tell me why you're upset?" He spoke.

"I don't expect you to apologise Phil."

"You don't?"

"No."

"So you're not upset?" He asked.

"I was and I still am to a degree but it doesn't matter any more." I replied softly.

"Can you at least tell me what I did?"

"You called me childish."

"Scarlett-"

"Phil, it's not just that." I cut him off. "You always call me childish or make me feel like a kid in some way. Every time we fight you say how I'm acting so immature or throwing a tantrum when I'm not." I spoke.

"Scarlett, you have to admit, sometimes you do act immaturely."

"That's the thing Phil, I don't. I'm twenty one years old, that's how a twenty one year old acts. Of course I rip the arse out of things, that's what I'm supposed to do. I can't help that. But every time you mention it, it just reminds me that you have an issue with the age difference between us."

"I don't have an issue." He protested.

"Yes you do Phil. Every time we argue it's the first thing you throw out. It's your reason behind every problem between us."

"That's not true."

"Yes it is. You said so yourself. In your list of reasons of why I'm going to leave you, you said because I'm so young, I'll get bored of you and find someone younger." I replied.

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He just stared at me speechless. I wasn't sure whether it was because he was surprised as to what I had just said or just surprised I brought it up.

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"What are you saying?" He asked.

"I'm saying that maybe you were right. Maybe we are better off apart."

"You're breaking up with me because I called you childish?" He asked as he stood up.

"No Phil," He looked at me. "I'm breaking up with you because we're not working any more."

"Relationships aren't supposed to be easy Scarlett."

"But it shouldn't be this hard either." I replied standing up to face him.

"Is there someone else?"

"No."

"Is this to do with Orton?"

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I stood flabbergasted.

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"Oh sweet fuck. Not this again." I said as I ran my hand over my face in frustration.

"Answer me."

"No, this is nothing to do with Randy. But there you go, a classic example of your jealousy and paranoia."

"It's not paranoia."

"It is. There is nothing going on with me and Randy. I am sick of having the same fight with you over and over again. I'm sick of having to defend myself constantly. All we do is fight. I'm sick of it, Phil. I just can't do it any more." I cried.

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He moved towards me and placed his hands on my arms comfortingly.

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"I love you Scarlett. Please, we can work this out."

"I'm tired Phil." I said as the tears began falling from my eyes. "I'm tired of fighting, of defending myself. I can't seem to convince you that I'm not going to cheat on you. And I'm sick of having to try. A relationship needs trust and you clearly don't trust me."

"Scarlett, please." He pleaded.

"I'm sorry Phil." I croaked. "But I've had enough."

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I moved out of his arms and made my way towards the door. Phil quickly moved into my path, taking my face in his hands.

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"Do you still love me?"

"Phil, please."

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"Is there a problem here?"

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Phil turned around and I felt his body stiffen. I peered around his frame and my stomach dropped. Randy Orton always picked the worst times to appear.

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"Private conversation." Phil growled.

"Scarlett?"

"Back off Orton."

"I was talking to Scarlett."

"Yeah well I'm talking to you. And I said back off." Phil sneered turning back to me. "Answer me Scarlett."

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I nodded.

"But love isn't enough." I whispered.

"No, but it's something. Until you tell me you don't love me, I'm not giving up."

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"I think you'd better leave Punk." Randy spoke as he stepped close to us.

"I'm warning you Orton, do not push me."

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Randy turned his attention to me.

"Are you all right?"

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I nodded shifting my gaze to the ground. A loud smash made me jump and give a small scream. I quickly lifted my head to see Phil had thrown one of the potted plants against the wall. He then punched the brick wall and stormed off. I didn't realise I was crying until Randy sat me down on the bench and handed me a tissue. He sat beside me as I broke down.

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"Do you want me to get someone? Ted maybe?" He asked as he gently put an arm around me.

"No. Please, don't. I can't handle him right now."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"No. I'm fine really." I replied, drying my eyes. "I think I'm going to go back to the hotel. Thanks, for the tissue."

"Wait, I'll take you back." He said standing.

"No, it's fine. I'm good." I protested, also standing.

"Scarlett, you're obviously not fine. I can't let you go anywhere in this state alone. If you won't let me take you back, then let me get Ted to do it." He said as he took off for the door.

"No." I put my hand on his arm to stop him. "Please, Randy. I don't want to deal with Ted right now."

"Then let me take you back. I can't let you go alone. It's not safe."

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I hemmed and hawed for a few moments before replying meekly.

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"OK. Thank you."

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