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Randy woke up when the bus driver knocked on his door. They were already back in St. Louis. Randy stood up and almost fell back down. He had the worst hangover except not with alcohol. He had taken a few too many sleeping pills the night before. He just wanted to forget that whole day. He walked out of his bedroom and into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, he turned on the water and splashed his face. He would be seeing his daughter soon so he'd have to freshen up, he didn't want Samantha suspecting anything. He turned off the shower and dried off. The bus stopped as he walked out of the bathroom. He looked out of the window and saw that they were in front of Sam's house. Randy sighed and walked toward the door, he greeted the bus driver and stepped onto the street.

"Daddy!" Alanna screamed while running towards Randy.

"My babygirl." Randy squatted as Alanna jumped into his arms. He twirled her around and kissed her forehead, "Daddy's missed you."

She looked up, "I've missed you too. Where were you? You went away too long." A frown lined appeared in the middle of her forehead, he smirked. She looked so much like him.

"I know. Daddy had to take care of somethings."

She nuzzled into his chest, "Don't go away again, it made Mommy and I really sad."

Randy sat her down and grabbed her hand, "Oh? It made Mommy sad too?"

Alanna smiled then covered her mouth, "Mommy told me not to tell you."

He looked up and saw Samantha approaching them, "I won't say anything."

Samantha smiled and waved at Randy, "Hey, you're late."

He smiled and pulled her into a hug, "I wasn't driving so, it's not my fault."

She chuckled and mumbled under her breath, "Nothing is ever your fault."

"What was that?"

Sam shook her head and pulled away, "Nothing." She took a step back, "Lets go inside. It's a little chilly out here." She picked Alanna up and kissed her on the forehead, "Mommy doesn't want her little girl getting sick." Randy picked up his luggage and followed her inside.

As he walked into the house he immediately noticed that some of the pictures he and Sam had taken when they were dating were missing. He frowned a bit, "What happened to our picture?" He pointed over at the desk where she had usually kept their wedding photo.

Sam sighed, "I put it away. There was no need to have it out, seeing as though we aren't married anymore." She looked at Randy, whose frown line was deepening.

"But what about Alanna? Doesn't she ask where those pictures are?"

Sam shook her head, "Before I sent you the divorce papers, I had a long talk with her about us. She understands that we aren't together anymore and that Mommy doesn't need pictures of the past."

Randy felt a slow heat starting to stir. He clenched his fists and felt the urge to argue with her. That's why she left you, you know? You always want to fight her, you're never nice to her. All you do is start trouble. He suppressed the urge and loosened his fists. He knew that the voice was right. He looked at her and the contrite he felt replaced anger. This was his fault and he knew that he had ruined them. He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry. For-for everything. I never meant to-"

Sam waved her hand and shook her head, "No need to drudge up the past, it's over now. There's no hope for us, Randy. I just need you to be here for your daughter, she needs you. Every girl needs a father."

He bit his lip to suppress the tears that started to sting his eyes. "I know. I'm just not sure if I can be an adequate father to her. I'm just-," he felt a tear roll down his cheek and bit his lip even harder, "I'm just not sure if I can do good by her. I don't want to mess up."

Sam took a deep breath, "Randy, look at me," she tipped his chin up to look him in the eyes and wiped his tears, "I will not let you fuck up my child the way you fucked up our relationship." She smiled, "Matter of fact, I'd have to hurt you before I let that happen." She let go of him and started towards the stair, "Clean yourself up, we'll be waiting for you." She smirked and headed up the stairs.

2

CM Punk woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. He had gotten a good eight hours of sleep which was something he rarely did. He stretched and got out of bed. He jumped into the shower and prepared him from the day of traveling that awaited. He couldn't wait to get home, he missed his home and his dog, and most importantly his girlfriend. She was in developmental or NXT but she came home more often than he. He was startled out of his daydream while packing his luggage by a knock at the door. He stood up, opened the door, and was greeted by John's fist.

"YOU SAID THAT YOU WERE OVER IT!"

Punk looked at John from his place on the ground, he was confused and wasn't too happy about being punched in the face. "John, what are you talking about?"

John stood over Punk, "How dare you tell her? I should kill you." He went to hit Punk again when Punk kicked him and stood up.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, JOHN?"

"YOU FUCKING TOLD HER ABOUT RANDY AND I!"

Punk shook his head violently, "No, John, I would never. What you do in your freetime is your business. I would never do that to anyone."

John took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He started to think about how he had found out that she knew. He had had suspicions about Nicki for a long time and had installed a message checker into her phone. He checked them almost religiously. Last night, when he heard her get up and go to the other room to answer a text, he felt betrayed, he laid back down and waited for her to come back. That morning when he was supposed to be taking a shower, he was actually reading the text messages between her and this blocked number. His heart broke as the messages went into detail about what had happened between him and Randy. He took a deep breath and got into the shower to mask his tears. He was sure she would never take him back. He turned off the water and got dressed. He looked into the mirror and saw his eyes were red, he couldn't let her know that he knew. He wiped his face and put some eye drops in and walked out of the bathroom. When he turned the corner she wasn't in the room. He looked towards the luggage and w her stuff was gone. On top of the bed was a note. He slowly walked over and sat down. He was in shock. He picked up the note and felt his world fall apart.

Dear John,

I'm sorry to be leaving you alone like this, it's just, I can't do this anymore. We used to be so close, granted that was before Randy came back, and lately you've spent more time with him than me. I know that you are one of his only friends and I know that I haven't known you as long as he has, but I love you in ways that he can't. I'm tired of being put on the backburner for someone who doesn't care about you the way that I do. So this is goodbye. I know we both work for WWE, but let's just keep it professional backstage and after that we can avoid each other. I'm so sorry to have to breakup with you considering the fact that you have just gotten out of a divorce. I love you so much that I'm willing to give you up for your happiness because this hurts me as much as it hurts you. I'm so sorry.

Love,

Nicole

John clenched the note in his hands and the room went blurry. He started to cry and laid back on the bed, as he stared at the ceiling, he felt anger starting to boil in his gut. He sat up and stormed out of his room. He had to get that little fucker back for ruining his life.

"John, John, JOHN!" Punk grabbed John's shoulders and shook him, "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?"

John shoved Punk away and felt a cloud of shame come over him. He looked at Punk and sniffled, "She left me. She's not coming back over one stupid thing. Someone told her, which means that either you or Randy did. There was no one else near the locker room. One of you betrayed me."

Punk sighed and put his hand on his hip, "John, I can assure you that neither Randy nor I told Nicki. Maybe someone else saw and wants Randy or your spots on the roster. People are vindictive like that. You saw how they monitor Randy. They want him to fuck up."

John sighed, "I know. I hate that about people. Why can't they see him in the way that I do? He's a really good guy, he's very sensitive, and even gentle at times." John started to smile, "It doesn't hurt that he's cute too."

Punk scoffed, "I guess. I mean, I don't know about all of that."

John chuckled, "You're pretty cute too. I guess that why the girls go after you. You have that rocker boy look. It works for you."

Punk blushed out of embarrassment, "Well, uh, thanks, John."

"Don't be so stiff, I'm not hitting on you, I'm stating a fact. Besides, Randy's the only guy I find attractive enough to have sex with." John sat on the bed, "Matter of fact if I don't stop talking about Randy, I might get a little excited." He winked at Punk and laughed when he saw the look of repulsion on Punk's face, "Relax, I'm just fucking with you. I need a laugh, I'm tired of crying."

Punk sat down beside John, "I understand." He patted John's back and look out the window. He keep thinking about John's statement that Randy's the only guy John finds attractive. There was just no way John could say all of those things about him without feeling some sort of attraction. He turned towards John and asked, "Are you sure Randy's the only guy you find attractive?"

John looked at Punk, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I was just thinking about that stuff you just said about me and-,"

John shook his head, "Oh no, I totally didn't mean anything by it. I'm just not afraid of telling someone who's hot, they're hot. With Randy, things were different. When we met, there was a spark I had never felt before. At first we ignored it but as time went on, it become irresistible. Like we lived together during our OVW days and we spent more time in his bed than in the ring. We weren't having sex yet, just cuddling. He's so warm." John smiled and closed his eyes, "When it would get late, I'd crawl in bed with him and we'd watch TV. His voice would get lower and that turned me on to no end." John bit his lip, "Then he would lick his lips slowly and fall asleep." John laughed, "It went on and on like that until I couldn't take it anymore and I kissed him. I was so scared that he wouldn't talk to me again because he pulled away. But then he kissed me back. We ended up having sex a few days later." John looked at Punk's face and laughed, "I'm sorry for giving you too much information. I'm like that sometimes."

Punk nodded slowly, "It's fine, I just didn't expect you to tell me all of that." Punk laughed, "But I didn't mind. You seem very invested into Randy."

John nodded, "Like I said, I've known him for a very long time."

Punk looked at the time and gasped, "Oh shit, my flight!" He jumped up and grabbed his luggage, "I have to go, I don't want to be left behind again." He handed John the key to the hotel room, "Check me out, will you?" He ran out of the room and into the hall.

John sat there for a minute and looked at the wall, he felt a lot better. He had almost forgotten about Nicki leaving him. He stood up, walked out of the room, closed the door, and headed to his room. He had a flight to catch as well but it wasn't for another few hours. He went into his room, grabbed his luggage, and headed to the hotel lobby.