Title: She Wouldn't Be Gone
Author: WrestlingChicka
Disclaimer: I don't own Becky, Cody, Ted, or Kelly Kelly, Nor do I particularly want to own the last one.
Note: I've been on a rather sad romance kick lately.
Written for SimplyPriceless.
Cody's POVWhat kind of idiot am I?
How big of a fool could I be?
Why did I break her heart?
I can't answer those questions. I don't think anyone can. I could try, at least.
I couldn't be a bigger idiot, I know that much. In fact, no one could ever be as stupid as I was during those last few months of our relationship. She was enough, she should have been enough. But I'm too much of a goddamned moron to have realized it.
I never thought she would leave. I never thought she even could. I was the world's biggest fool for even thinking that. Of course she could have left. And leave she did. She had every right to.
I don't know why I broke her heart. I don't think I'll ever know.
I can remember exactly what happened when I got home that night. I'd been with Kelly. I'd started, for some bizarre reason, to spend more time with her than with Becky. I don't know why. Becky was so much prettier, so much nicer, so much…better. In every way, she was better. Becky had better taste, Becky was kinder, Becky was the anti-Kelly. They were total polar opposites. I can't even begin to fathom what possessed me when I decided to start seeing Kelly….
As soon as I'd got home that night, Ted's car pulled out of the driveway to let me in. I could see him through the window. He looked so extremely upset, so worried, so sad. He was even crying a little. That shocked me, I think. Ted was always so…Ted. So brave, and rude, and brash. Ted wasn't even a man you could envision crying.
I forgot that, though, as soon as I got in. Becky was up. Becky was never up when I got home. She was always asleep; I think that was part of why I believed for the longest time that she didn't even know I was possibly cheating on her. I should have known Beck y was smarter than that…
Anyway, she was awake, sitting in an armchair in the living room. There was something different in the air, something that, thinking back, should have been a warning. The fact that she was in street clothes with a suitcase and a purse beside her chair should have been a clue, too.
She'd been crying, I could tell. Her face was streaked with tears, and she might have had mascara on at one time, but any that she'd had had long since run down her face. Her hands were balled up into fists, her knuckles squeezed so tight that they were almost transparently white. But I, being the thick Neanderthal that I am, didn't take that as a sign, an omen, if you will.
Becky was breathing jerkily. Her shoulders were shaking ever so slightly. I think I reached out to touch her shoulder, and she recoiled. Yes, that was it. That was when I first noticed something wrong. She recoiled like I was something dirty, something foul and unclean that had been tracked in. Something like a snake or a spider, something like a slug, something to be despised and something to be ignored.
"Becky-" I'd started to say, but she cut me off before I could say anything more.
"How was she, Cody?" she asked in a terrible, jerky, watery voice. "Did you have fun with her, Cody?"
Something in her voice had changed. Something in her voice had changed towards me. Her tone was one of revulsion, and pain, and hate all rolled into one. It was a horrible, sad, tear-jerking emotion, one that hit you deep in your very soul.
"How long, Cody? How long have you been seeing her, Cody? How many others are there besides her, Cody?"
Something in the way she said my name, the way she spit it out like it as a curse word, scared me.
"How many people know about you and her, Cody? Does Ted know, Cody? I think he does. Do the other Superstars know, Cody?"
"Becky, I-"
"You what? You can explain? You can make this all better? You think you can, Cody? Because you can't. You just can't, Cody. And you'll never be able to. I hope you and Kelly enjoy your life together, because you sure as hell won't ever see me again."
She was hurting. This was hurting her beyond belief. Her face showed that. She looked like someone had torn our her heart, flung it to the floor, and stomped on it. And that someone was me.
She left then. I reached out to stop her, but she brushed my hand away. She grabbed her suitcase, her purse, and what was left of her heart, and walked out the door. It was about three in the morning. I looked out the window. She was walking down the street, talking on her phone. She stopped at the curb.
Shortly after, a car rolled up. Becky opened the door and got in. From there, I've no clue where she went or where she may be now. She probably doesn't care where I am. She probably shouldn't.
I broke her heart. I know I did.
Maybe if I hadn't been stupid.
Maybe if I hadn't been an idiot.
Maybe if I hadn't cheated on her.
Maybe…
Maybe she wouldn't be gone.
Reviews are love. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. There's at least one more chapter after this, maybe two.