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March 21, 2013
Yelena stepped out of the shower, her heart weighing heavy in her chest. Her eyes were red and raw from crying, her throat hoarse from sobbing. Tears blurred her vision when the mental image of Randy's cold glare came back to her. It had been weeks since the blowout and she felt like she was going to lose her sanity if he didn't talk to her. She was beginning to lose hope.
That look he gave her was enough to make her cringe. His once loving gaze was cold and malicious, nothing she was use to. She could practically touch the hatred in his blue eyes and she hated herself for putting it there. Why was things turning to shit before her eyes? This could have all been avoided if she would have just listened to Phil and told Randy the truth. Why couldn't Chris let her be happy for once? He had caused her enough misery. She deserved to be happy. She deserved to be happy with Randy.
Or so she thought
Bile rose in her throat. This was all Chris's fault. She had never been so disgusted with him. If he would have just minded his own fucking business and left her alone. He had never given a fuck about her before, why the sudden change? Because he was jealous? Because she had wounded his pitiful ego?
Now Randy hated her. The only man she truly loved hated her and she didn't know if there was any chance of coming back from this.
If he would just talk to her. She could explain the situation to him and maybe, just maybe he would understand. Maybe he could forgive her. She couldn't lose him. Not because of Chris.
She got dressed without really seeing, her mind made up. She was going to make him talk to her. Finding her courage, she slipped from her room and took the elevator to the floor she knew he was on and knocked before she could change he mind. She chewed her lip nervously as she waited and knocked again, louder this time. It was a little after ten and she knew he wasn't sleeping. He had to open the door before she lost her nerve.
"What are you doing?"
She spun around, coming face to face with Randy Orton. Well at least she knew that he wasn't just ignoring her. He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a snug simple black shirt. She could see the material straining against his broad chest and the way his muscles stretched the arms out, making her ache to touch him. It wasn't long ago that she had rested her head on that chest, wrapped herself in those arms and now she might not ever get the chance again.
"I... I was looking for you... I think we should talk." she said, daring to meet his eye
The icy glare of hatred that seemed to be forever present when she was around was accounted for, but not as malicious. It was then that she noticed he was obviously intoxicated, his eyes red and unfocused.
He snorted "Do you now?" he said, sliding his key into the door
She feared that he might slam the door in her face, but tried to reign in her relief when he stepped aside to let her in
It was a start
She felt the tension as soon as the door shut behind them
"You wanted to talk?" he said, his voice laced with impatience "I'm listening
"I... I just want to tell you how sorry I am. I never meant for you to find out the way you did." she blurted out
"That's because you never intended for me to find out at all, which is just as bad." he said, folding his arms across his chest
"You have to understand. There were so many times when I wanted to tell you. I didn't want to ruin everything we had."
"I asked you. I asked you if you ever dated anyone in the company and you told me no!" he roared, making her flinch.
He had never raised his voice at her and she trembled like a child, but tried to hold her ground. Yelling was a given. She knew he would yell.
"That was your opportunity to be honest and yet you chose to lie to me! You let him smile in my fucking face for weeks, dropping hints and make a fool out of me and you had my friend lie for you to save your ass instead of telling the fucking truth and for what?"
"I never lied! You asked me if I ever dated anyone. Chris and I never dated."
"Are you seriously going to feed me that bullshit right now?" he said incredulously, his blue eyes blazing. Was she fucking delusional? She was definitely showing the age difference between them with that poor excuse
"We didn't! We'd never even been on a date. He didn't want to be seen with me in public. He didn't want anything but sex."
So what, did that mean she wanted more from him?
"How am I suppose to believe you? You've lied about everything else! A man doesn't act the way he's been acting over a piece of ass, Yelena. It had to have been more than that." he said. He hated seeing her cry, but there was no stopping the pent up rage from overflowing. He had no remorse for her tears. She had done this, not him. He was the one who was hurt, not her.
The fact that he referred to her as a piece of ass stung beyond repair "If I could take it all back, I would." she said, teary eyed as she reached for him "I never meant to hurt you. I love you Randy, believe me when I say that." she pleaded
He pulled back as soon as her hand met his arm "Don't touch me right now. Just... Don't."
She dropped her hands immediately, hurt tears spilling onto her cheeks. She wanted to explain everything about her and Chris, every little detail, but it wouldn't make a difference in his eyes.
"Everything. Everything has been based on a lie." he said, taking a seat on the couch, palming his face
He was silent and she could only hear her heart beating loudly in her ears, the silence killing her.
"So let me ask one thing of you and you're going to tell me the truth Yelena. You owe me that much." he said finally
"I'll tell you anything you want." she said desperately, sitting on the couch. She left an appropriate amount of space between them, for fear of him rejecting her touch again.
"When did it start?" he demanded
"January of last year." she said, sniffling
"And when did you end it?"
Oh god "A... A few weeks before you came back from your suspension." she admitted, hating the way his face crumbled slightly before it morphed with rage
"SO WHAT, YOU TWO JUST HAD A GOODBYE FUCK BEFORE YOU DECIDED YOU WANTED TO BE WITH ME, IS THAT IT?!" he yelled angrily
She broke down "It was nothing! He was nothing! It was never anything more than sex. That's all he wanted from me!"
He let out a nasty laugh "Nothing more than sex. You know what people call that these days? Fuck buddies!"
"No." she said, shaking her head. "It wasn't like that!" she defended
"I'm just calling it like I see it, sweetheart. Two people getting together for casual sex are fuck buddies whether you agree with me or not. I find it hilarious actually, that you made me wait months for what you just handed to him so freely! That's a bit of a double standard."
"I didn't want to make the same mistake twice! I wanted things to be different with you. I wanted to do things right."
"I wanted things to be different too. I wanted you to be different from the others that I fucked and kicked out in the morning, but you're not. I should have known you would turn out to be just like the rest of them. You're nothing but a fucking cock teasing slut."
Her heart shattered "Don't say that." she cried, clinging to him "You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying." she sobbed, deja vu creeping over her. No. This was not Chris. This was Randy, but not the Randy she knew. This was the Randy she had heard about but never hoped to see "Randy, please. Let me explain-" she pleaded, reaching for him once again.
"Don't fucking touch me!" he yelled, shoving her away "You're a fucking liar and I don't want you anywhere near me right now."
This was a nightmare. This was not the way she imagined this conversation going in her head. Not even close, but he was drunk and angry
"I want to take it back." she sobbed "I want to take it all back."
"It's too late. You did this. You ruined us. I changed my ways for you and you made a fool out of me. Congratulations, you made a fucking fool out of Randy Orton."
"Randy, please." she begged "What about us?"
He chuckled darkly "There is no fucking 'us' anymore! There is you and there is me. There's no fucking 'us'. Now leave."
"Randy-"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!" he roared
"This isn't you. I'll come back when you're sober and clear headed." she said in a small voice
He stood "Do me a favor and don't bother." he said, opening the door for her "Leave." he told her emotionlessly
She bowed her head and left, wincing when the door slammed behind her. She had barely made it into the elevator when the dam of emotions broke. Everything was crumbling and she had no one to blame but herself.
March 23, 2013
"You look like shit" John told his best friend, sliding into the seat next to him in catering.
"Hmm." Randy grunted, his eyes not bothering to leave the brunette across the room.
She was sitting alone, her hand propped up against her head. She looked tired. He could tell she was trying not to fall asleep right there in the crowded room. She couldn't see him watching her of course. He was too far to her left, out of eye sight so she didn't see when he came in.
His eyes had found her immediately upon walking into the noisy room
Why hasn't she been sleeping? John had told him that she had been sick, but her condition seemed to go beyond a cold. Randy had to catch himself. It was not his concern anymore, but that didn't make him stop caring about her well being. He wasn't that cold hearted.
"What are we looking at?" Punk asked, putting a plate of steamed vegetables down before sitting
"Randy's being a creeper." John said
The Missouri native shot the leader of the CeNation a glare. He and Phil had hashed out their issues and he had apologized for punching him in the face which was quickly forgiven. Phil was never one to hold grudges with co-workers.
"What's wrong with her? She looks like death." Randy said, watching as Yelena put her head in her hands
"She's getting over strep and a really bad cold. You'd know if you'd just talk to the poor girl."
"I have." Randy said bitterly
"How did it go?" Phil asked. He was trying this new thing where he stayed out of people's business, but he was curious
Randy dropped his gaze to the wooden table in front of him "Not well. I said a few things to her that I shouldn't have out of anger and basically told her to stay the hell away "
"The exact opposite of what you want her to do, dumbass." John said, shaking his head
"I was angry." Randy defended
"Dude, when are you not?" Punk countered
"I didn't mean it." he said lowly
"Has she tried to talk to you since?" John asked
"No."
"Then I think she thinks you meant it." John told him "You seriously need to learn how to express what you really feel instead of saying the first thing that shoots out of your mouth when you're pissed. Has anger management taught you anything?"
Phil nodded in agreement
"So now I'm the bad guy? What the fuck did I do?" Randy barked "I have a right to be angry. She's the one who's been keeping secrets. I wasn't the one fucking someone up until we got together."
"I know she told you the real story behind that. And besides, she's done with Jericho."
"Oh yeah?" Randy asked as said Canadian walked into the room. He scanned the crowded room until his eyes locked on Yelena, making a beeline for her table and sat down in the empty seat in front of her "Doesn't look that way to me."
He got up and stormed out of the room, leaving the two men.
She forced her tired eyes open when she heard the chair across from her scrap back. With one glance at who it was, she dropped her head down on the table
"What do you want?" she asked weakly
"I want to know what the hell your problem is." Chris said
"Excuse me?" she asked, lifted her head up
"The fact that you've been walking around like a kicked dog is starting to piss me off."
"Oh fuck you Jericho." she spat nastily
"Randy broke up with you. Suck it up. It isn't the fucking end of the world. You knew this was going to happen." he told her
"What the fuck do you want me to do? You ruined everything that Randy and I had. This isn't about me walking around like a kicked dog. You're mad because I haven't crawled back into bed with you!" she said testily "What the fuck do you want from me huh? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?! What choice do I have?" she yelled, turning a few heads around her, but she didn't care anymore.
"I'm not the one who ruined you. You ruined yourself. Grow the fuck up and stop blaming it all on me." he said, standing "You've always had a choice Yelena. You just refuse to see it."
He walked away and she watched him go, wiping at her face just as the angry tears spilled. Why couldn't he just let he wallow? She was hurt and licking her wounds and all he cared about was getting off.
She was too tired to put up with his shit. Not to mention sick. She had been pretty much doped up on antibiotics and other meds all week, making her drowsy and she longed for a hot shower and her bed, but the show wasn't even half way over. She reached into her bag, pulling out the prescription pain killers and popped the lid, her head screaming for relief and tossed the pill back, chasing it with a gulp of water. Her body was tired. She had only taken a few days off after she got sick and her body was paying for it dearly. She felt dead on her feet, but she was pushing through it. She needed her days off for when Valilisa's wedding rolled around. She didn't have a moment to rest. WrestleMania was quickly approaching and there won't be a moment to catch her breath until it was over and done with. She got up, her body protesting and went to get everything set up for the show.
So I hope you all enjoyed this very important chapter. I say again, this chapter was VERY IMPORTANT. I'm not going to go into depth as to why. You'll just have to wait and see. That is all. Decent amount of reviews= another chapter in a week instead of two weeks *BRIBE*
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