A/N: Heres more! I feel bad making Wade kind of douche but it works with the story at this point. The next chapter is going to be the long awaited breaking of Justin and I'm so exsited to right it!
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I slipped away further from you trying to find what is real,
You're somebody else that I never knew, and someone that I can't feel.

I shut it away I keep it in me. Is this what it takes to keep me alive?
So you take me and you break me, and you see I'm falling apart.
Complicate me and forsake me, you push me out so far; there's no other feeling.

It was a good hour before Heath could get me back to the hotel. He had to get me dressed and clean me up. We didn't need to get my lip stitched after all but it felt like someone stabbed me in the mouth.

"Heath I don't wanna." I whimpered as we stopped outside our hotel room door. I could hear the TV was on and I knew Wade was in there waiting for me.

"Justin you have too. I will wait out here until you guys are done." Heath reassured me. I rubbed my eyes and opened the door; I looked back at Heath who gave me thumbs up before I closed the door behind me.

"Hey..." I said shyly when I dropped my bag on the floor. Wade didn't look over at me; he was stretched out on one of the beds frowning.

"When were you going to tell me?" He asked still staring at the TV. I sat down on the other bed and shrugged.

"I wasn't."

"Why not?"

"You would just get mad."

"Of course I would get fucking mad!" Wade said finally looking over at me. "What should I do when I come out of the shower and see Cody and fucking looking at a picture on their phone of my fucking boyfriend on his knees sucking a cock that isn't mine?"

I looked at my knees and chuckled softly. "I never saw a camera."

I'm guessing Wade didn't seem my amusement because he grabbed my arm and ripped me off the bed. I tried not to scream, it was the shoulder I had dislocated.

"You find this fucking amusing Justin? You're cheating on me. You cheated on me with some guy I hate so much it's not even fucking funny." Wade growled as he grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him.

"I'm sorry. " I said softly and looked everywhere but in his eyes. "I had no other choice. I had no one to help me."

"Weren't you staying with John and Randy?" He asked as his gaze softened.

"They kicked me out when the New Nexus threatened Evan. I don't blame them though, why risk someone they love." I shrugged.

"Why didn't you fucking tell me Justin?" Wade snapped as he rubbed his face. I looked at him with wide angry eyes.

"When should I have told you Wade? I have talked to you three times since you left me." I snapped.

"When I left you...?" He asked with a frown.

"You left me alone with those animals! I loved you and you left me to waste away. When I tried to call you, you were too busy sucking cheap booze off of Adam and Christian. I have to deal with all off this. Heath has been getting raped by Punk since NXT started, they broke Daniel Bryans jaw because he got caught talking to me and now no one will talk to me. They are too scared." I vented as I started passing back and forth.

"You're blaming this on me?"

"Yes! When I needed you, you were busy." I said stomping my foot.

"So you are blaming me for your cheating?" Wade snorted.

"It's not cheating, it's protecting."

"You acting like a whore is my fault because I was forced to be on a different show...That makes a whole lot of sense."

"What did you call me?" I asked with wide eyes.

"A whore Justin. Sleeping around with everyone on Raw makes you a fucking whore." Wade shouted back at me. I shoved his as hard as I could knocking Wade back on to the bed before grabbing a hoodie off of the floor.

"We are done Wade Barrett, done! I want you out of my hotel room by the time I get back." I told him before heading to the door. I couldn't help but look back with tears threatening to fall. "Have fun living it up on Smackdown." My voice cracked as I attempted walked out of the hotel room.

"Okay have fun whoreing it up on Raw." He snarled shoving me out of the way and storming out of the room

"Oh Justin." Heath was on his feet the second he saw me crumpled on the floor. He dropped to his knees and pulled me into a tight hug. " Oh my sweet Justin." He murmured kissing all over my face.

"Heath, I-I-I'm gonna go for a walk. I just need to clear my head...I'll be back before you wake up in the morning..." I sniffled as I kissed him on the forehead. Heath nodded and let me out of his grasp. I got to my feet and sniffled before I started walking down the long hallway,

Once I was around the corner the sobs started. I could hear the word whore getting repeated over and over again in my head. He was right; I was nothing but a whore who didn't deserve anything or anyone. I finally stopped walking when I got to room 320. It was the room I wanted to avoid at all cost but after what happened with Wade I needed the man in the room. I needed to forget and I knew he could do that.

"Here goes nothing." I whispered to myself as I took the key card he shoved in my pocket earlier and opened the door. "It's me."

Punk looked away from his laptop over at me. His smirked faded slightly as he got off of the bed. Punk grabbed my chin and looked me over with an even more pronounced frown.

"Why are you crying?" He asked before turning around and sitting back on the king sized bed. I pulled off my hoodie and looked down at my feet.

"Why do you care?" I asked with a sigh.

"I'm the only one allowed to make you cry." He said simplify. "Why are you here Angel?"

My tee shirt followed my hoody as I sat on the edge of the bed. " I need you." I murmured softly.

Punk wrapped his arms around my shoulders and rested his chin on my shoulder. I shuddered when I felt his hot breath tickling my ear. "Need me for what my Angel."

"I need you to make me feel something. Break me. I hate feeling so numb. I need you Punk." I sobbed as his grip tighted around my shoulders.

"Your wish is my command my Angel." He growled before throwing me down on my back. "Promise yourself to me."

"I'm yours Punk. I'm yours." I whimpered as he pulled off his tee-shirt.

"Call me Phil. This is gonna be fun" He chuckled as he pulled a lighter out of his back pocket. He flicked it on and smirked even more down at me. "I hope you're not a screamer." He said as he lowered the flame to my bare skin.