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Tossing his phone aside, Wade headed back to the room. There was some interrupted business between him and Lacey that he wanted to finish. Smirking, he sauntered into the room and crawled onto the bed. He gently wrapped his hand around her wrist, ready to pull her onto his lap.

"No." She whispered, snatching her wrist from his grasp. "No, we can't do this."

Taking a closer look at her, he finally noticed the worry lines creasing along her forehead, due to the bunching of her eyebrows. Her lips were turned down into a frown and the tears were shining in the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Lacey shook her head as she wiped away her tears. She couldn't cry in front of him, she refused to do so. They had been down this path so many times before, Lacey was beginning to wonder why they kept going back to each other. What made things so great between them that would make them want to wander down this road continuously?

"Who is she?"

Her voice quivered, showcasing the emotion that Wade would be able to pick up on. The emotion she didn't want to give away, but her voice had decided to betray her.

"Who are you talking about?"

Slowly, her eyes closed and then opened. Releasing a shaky breath, Lacey focused her gaze on him. This time, her lips trembling and the tears finally spilling out of her eyes. All of the hurt that she had thought wouldn't return, had, and that killed her inside. It tugged at her heartstrings because as complicated as they were, she still loved him. Letting Wade go or being with him would be like a double edged sword. Either way she would wind up being hurt.

"Don't play stupid with me." Her voice still shook, but her eyes burned with anger. "I heard the last bit of your conversation with her. You can't wait to see her?"

"It's not what you think."

"It's not what you think, he says!" She exclaimed, laughing sarcastically. "You're not telling me that you're not happy to see another woman? Especially, after what was said earlier tonight. Half of the time I don't understand you!"

His shoulders slumped, his eyes showcasing a feeling of regret. Not in the matter of coming to see her and trying to patch things up. Rather in the sense, that he had gone to answer the phone and that he still had her back in Philadelphia. He should have made a clean break with her.

"I don't understand myself."

"Oh don't give me that crap!" She wrapped the sheet around herself and then rose from the bed. "We're playing on repeat again! This torment that we put each other through is unnecessary!"

The girl back there had haunted his thoughts, but not as much as Lacey had. During the duration of his phone call, he wondered how it was possible for him to be drawn to so many women, especially when he had Lacey. The woman he loved waiting on him no matter how crazy circumstances were. Before they could even completely work things out, he had gone and screwed it up.

"I really don't." His eyes rose from his hands on the bed and fell on Lacey standing a few feet away from the bed. "Even if I hadn't realized it, you were in my thoughts all along. Always there was something in me that yearned for something, that needed someone around. Deep down inside, it was you all along. Because I couldn't come right out and admit it, I did find someone else. There's no use in me lying about. Not when you heard it."

"Why are you here then?" Lacey demanded. "The truth would be nice."

"Because I really did miss you and I love you. That piece of myself that I thought was missing wasn't in her, it's in you. From the day we met it has always been you. From every kiss to every fight, it's you. Don't you see? Everything is in you. No matter what happens, we're always drawn back to each other! My heart is drawn to you."

"I think something else of yours is drawn to me." Lacey muttered, rolling her eyes. "Really? Each word of your mouth has me believing that you are lying to me again. You love me and are drawn to me? I'd believe that if you didn't have another woman somewhere else."

"My intentions were to break things off with her."

"Key word being were, Wade. You never did and I think a part of you wasn't going to through with it." Her eyes dropped down to the floor. "Something about you can't deny other women."

He nodded his head in agreement. It was true, no sense in denying it. There was also no sense in denying what he felt for Lacey. Sure, he had a fucked up way of showing how he felt, but it was still genuine.

"I know I can't." He rose from the bed and crossed over to her. "While I do have that attraction, I still can't forget about you."

Lacey didn't back away from him when his arms snaked around her waist. Her eyes looked up into his, searching for any signs of insincerity.

"You and I have a complicated story. Tarnished by affairs and lies. We've each had our fair share of screw ups, but that never meant we phased each other out completely. Something in our hearts brings us together each time. That isn't something I'm willing to give up on. If I give up, or if you give up, that's six years thrown in the trash. I don't want to see that happen. I don't want to become just another memory in your life, Lacey."

"That's the thing. The more things like this happen, the more I begin to think that's all you're going to be." She admitted, wrapping her arms around his neck. "It kills me inside that this always happens. There is no doubt that I love you and I always will."

"But?"

"We can't keep doing this to ourselves."

"In the end, that's what happens." Wade rested his index finger under her chin, lifting it up to look at him. "This is who we are. We're lovers, enemies, and pains in the ass to each other. It never changes a thing between us."

This time she broke away from him, tightening her grip on the bed sheet. Earlier she had been thinking she could be with Wade again. Put everything aside and finally be happy with him. While he was on the phone, the overwhelming feeling that she was making a mistake took over her. Numerous times he had promised to never look in another woman's direction, but that was a promised gone unfulfilled. Each time, a break up would ensue, only for them to patch things up. Lacey looked the other way for his infidelities, hoping to forget and move on. Just like Wade looked the other way for her mistakes.

"I'm not claiming innocence." She finally spoke. "We've done some pretty cruel things to each other and-"

"I'm forgiving them all."

"However, I can't seem to forgive you." Lacey went on as if he hadn't spoke. "Maybe, I would have been able to forty-five minutes ago, but not after hearing you on the phone with her. If you have one there, you surely have someone else in another state or country for all I know."

"We'll get past this!" He was getting upset now.

"No, we can't!" She shouted back. "We never can!"

He stormed over to her, his hands locking onto her shoulders. "In order to move on, we have to forgive and forget!"

"How many times have we uttered those words and we somehow end up back to square one? I've said it and you've said it so much." Lacey responded to him, tears filling her eyes. "I don't how we can stomach another minutes of this."

"Because in some twisted way it's love." He whispered, his eyes locked on hers. "If we really couldn't forgive what has happened then I wouldn't be standing here right now."

Again, she broke away from him, turning her back on Wade. The tears slowly zigzagged down her face as she thought about what to do. Tell him to go or let him stay. Over the years, she had really had fallen in love with him. It really brought her to the point to where she couldn't see herself without him. All the pain and heartache of having him in her life seemed worth it. But, now, it just seemed really redundant. They would hold each other and love each other only for one of them to mess something up. She would say or do something to piss him off or he would run off with the next pretty woman to cross his line of vision. If she did take him back, how long would it be until they fell into the same pattern?

He was growing frustrated with him. They only seemed to be talking about his mistakes and problems he seemed to possess. But, nothing she had ever done was mentioned. Yes, he would willingly admit that he had a problem staying faithful, but Lacey was no better than he was.

"I don't understand how you can let everything go away on the basis of one phone call." He said, his eyes on her back. "Yes, I've had my problems with women in the past. Especially, while we were together. I'll admit that!" He exclaimed, taking a step towards her. His arms wrapped around her waist, closing the space between them. Wade's grip tightened on her when she tried to get away from him. "No, all I've heard tonight was how I screwed up and you wouldn't be able to forgive me. Well, now you're going to listen to me."

"Please, Wade. It's different this time." Lacey whimpered, stopping her attempt to break away from him.

"You've cheated a few times before yourself." He whispered in her ear. "Sheamus, Punk, Justin." Wade rattled off. "You're no better than I am. Let's not forget about Cena. For all I know you could have slept with him before we were ever broken up as well."

"Have you ever wondered why I slept with the three of them while we were still together?" She asked, not sure if she wanted to know what he would say. "Since you're bringing it up I doubt you ever really realized it."

"You have a soft spot for Sheamus. You have a thing for guys with tattoos. You have a thing for accents." Wade replied, not really understanding what this had to do with anything. "The fact remains that you cheated too. With my two of my friends no less. At least I had the decency not to cheat with your friends."

Even though he couldn't see her, Lacey rolled her eyes. Was that really all he could come up with? Her actions weren't really all that hard to decipher.

"Oh Wade, as intelligent as you are, you can be quite dumb." She laughed, managing to pull away from him. Wiping away tears, she turned to face him. "The reason I slept with them was because you cheated on me. Each one of them coincides with an affair you had."

"I'm so sure." He snorted.

"Let me tell you something." Lacey pointed her index finger at him. "I slept with each of them once. They meant nothing to me, just like I meant nothing to them. Yes, we still talk to each other, but it's like nothing ever happened. Which is how I prefer it."

Wade smirked down at her. For the longest time he had been wanting to throw this in her face, but he always felt bad. If he didn't, it was because he didn't want to face the truth that she had hurt him as well. The one person he could trust, that he still trusted, and she pretty much screwed him over.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I know about you and my brother."

It felt as if her entire body had gone numb. The only thing she had ever wanted kept secret and somehow he had known. The whole reason why she had never wanted him to know was because Lacey knew it would hurt him. A glance told Lacey that he was upset.

"I know how you had a brief relationship with Mark, Lacey." Wade whispered, trying to catch her gaze. "I know you had planned to marry him and live in Manchester. You plotted all of this without so much as giving me a single thought."

Her grip on the sheet was so tight that her knuckles were turning white. Embarrassed and ashamed by what she almost did, the brunette had found it difficult to make eye contact with him, especially since the tears were pouring out of her eyes.

"Don't cry!" He shouted, pounding his fists against his thighs. "How could you want to do something like that to me? You were going to do it with my brother. Of all people, him."

"It was just something that happened. I never wanted you to find out because I knew how you would react."

"Why do it to begin with?"

Chewing on her lower lip, Lacey brought her gaze over to Wade. He was looking down at her, awaiting for her answer.

"We had just broken up." Lacey motioned between the two of them. "I was upset over it and Mark was there for me. Just having him there made me feel better. I didn't feel as alone anymore. We had a very brief fling. He and I were together for about two weeks when he asked me to marry him. I accepted his proposal on the spot. We agreed to meet later on that night and then to quietly get married. Only-"

"Only what?"

"At first, I though agreeing to marry him was the right thing, but then I thought of you and how much I loved you. I remember at some point during the day I was ready to call your brother and tell him the whole thing was off. Before I could, it dawned on my why you and I had broken up in the first place, so I didn't. Instead, I went through the motions of getting myself ready and before I knew it, it was time for me to go and meet him." Lacey continued with her story. "The entire way there you were on my mind and it constantly had me second guessing my decision. I did turn around and was on my way home to find you, to throw myself in your arms and never let you go again. I stopped, reminding myself that I didn't need you anymore. Before I knew it, I was heading to the gate to meet him."

Running his hands over his face, Wade turned on his heel and started away from her. Part of him wanted to hear what she had to say because he had wanted to know. Just as he had imagined, she was telling him every little thing she had felt and it was driving him crazy. But, another part of him wanted her just to stop telling her story. He wanted to forget he brought it up because it hurt just as much as it did before.

Doing her best not to trip on the sheet, Lacey padded over to the bed and sat down next to Wade. Running a hand through her hair, she let out a sigh, wondering if she should go on.

"The flight had already departed by the time I reached the gate. Partly sad, but mostly relieved, I turned around and went straight back home. It was on my way there that I decided to never tell you what almost happened."

He stared down at his folded hands for the longest time. He was trying to process her words, trying to find any shred of indecency. Something that would possibly make leaving her easy for him.

"Have you spoken to him since?"

"He got a hold of me a few days after." Lacey admitted, her shoulders slumping. "Like me, he had thought best not to tell you."

"Do you still feel anything for him?" Wade was trying to control his anger.

"No, I don't. I never did. Truthfully, I don't think he felt anything for me either." She sighed. "It was really spur of the moment for us. Nothing that was ever meant to be."

He rose to his feet and stood in front of her. "You, in some detail, told me what happened. Care to tell me why you did then? Mark never gave me any reason why it happened when I talked to him about it."

"What?" Her head snapped up quickly. "He told you?"

"Not quite. I overheard Mark talking to our parents about it one day and I asked him. He basically told me what you did." He sighed. "Never did mention why though."

"I'm not sure why he wanted to be with me. That's something I never wanted to know, nor really cared to know either." Lacey muttered. "I was only with him because I knew that you would still be in my life. You and Mark look a lot alike. That drew me to him."

"Do you know how sick that is?"

"Yes." Lacey nodded her head. "I realized it the day after. That really made me glad that I didn't go through with it. Your brother never could measure up to you. No one could."

"I'm disgusted with you right now!" He said, squatting in front of her. "My brother! Of the six billion people in the world, you had to pick him!"

"I'm sorry it happened! I wish it never did!" Lacey cried. "Crying about it and wishing it away is never going to change what happened."

"You were complaining about me being with other women. None of that can compare to what you did!"

"Neither of us is better than the other!" She screamed in his face, her eyes blazing with anger. "We're both sick disgusting human beings! Who else, but us, would continue this vicious cycle?"

Rising to his feet, he nodded his head. If this were anybody else then he would have left, despite his earlier thought. This wasn't anybody else, this was Lacey. His Lacey. Six years together and he loved her. On and off, broken up and together, they still stuck with each other. Through thick and thin, they found a way a back. They always did. This time would be no different, Wade thought.

"I'll admit I messed up by going to your brother and being with a few other men. So did you when you were with all those women and those strippers. We aren't perfect in the least bit."

"I'll leave her." He whispered. "I don't want her. I want you."

Lacey shook her head at him. "Somehow, we always end up together again. We always suspect that we're going to find perfection in our relationship, it's funny, isn't it? That build up for the one moment where we think peace will find us and we'll be happy with each other. Infidelities won't find their way to our doorstep and hate won't invade our hearts. That never happens. That illusion of happiness that we're looking for doesn't exist. It's why we keep putting each other through this."

The woman speaking before him seemed so collected and calm. When only moments ago she was screaming and crying. Their relationship seemed to be on the mend, but with that damned phone call, it came to a screeching halt. So many things that had been buried away were dug up and bringing on some more heartache.

"We always think we can move on from one thing or another, but we never can. It always finds it's way out again."

He moved back to her side, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Even though it was going to kill him, he knew what Lacey wanted.

"I love you." Wade whispered.

His words had barely registered with her. Oddly enough, she had heard him. It was on the tip of her tongue to say she loved him too. That regardless of where life took them, she always would. But, that those weren't the words that rolled off her tongue.

"This is the end."

The words that he had feared hearing, were finally spoken. Nodding his head, he placed a kiss on her cheek and then got up. Without so much as a word, he got dressed and left without looking back.

"Goodbye, Wade."

A/N: There might be a part two for this. :)