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Chapter 2: Crying At Midnight

Letting out another gut wrenching sob, Quinn grasped the hotel pillow in her arms, pulling it against her chest. She buried her face in the white pillowcase and tried to drown out the cheers of the people celebrating on the television. She would have turned it off already had she not been crying for the past hour, at least the noise from the television would drown out her sobs, for the time being anyways.

Rolling over, Quinn looked up at the white ceiling and let the tears rush out of her eyes and over her cheeks. There were already tear stains on the pillowcases as well as the bed sheets and her cheeks hadn't been dry in quite a while. Her whole body shook as she fought off another sob, barely winning the fight, the sob ending up as an awkward gurgling sound emanating from deep in her gut. Scrunching her eyes together, she forced out more tears, wondering if maybe, just maybe she would eventually run out of tears and stop crying long enough to fall asleep.

All alone on New Year's Eve, no one even bothering to call her or text her and talk to her, not even Cody. She had given up on feeling anything but abandoned, her friends, and even people she barely knew, had walked away from her and they were probably having a grand ole time partying it up. She knew Randy would be downing shots no matter where he had gone and he would easily have some kind of girl hanging off his arm. Ted seemed to be able to party it up wherever he went too, although with his newest girlfriend next to him, she found herself wondering what they were up to, maybe a romantic dinner or dancing, maybe he was drinking like Randy.

Lifting her arms up towards her face, she shoved the heels of her hands into her eyes and tried to force the tears to just go away. She took a deep breath but instead of feeling relief from her crying, she felt a whole new rush of waterworks eluding her eyes.

"Fuck!" She cried out, rolling onto her stomach and burying her face back into the pillow. She shoved her hands under the pillow and pushed her face deeper into the pillow, wondering how long it would take until she passed out from lack of air.

Giving up after realizing that she wasn't about to pass out, Quinn turned her head and stared at the phone on the bedside table. It had been lifeless ever since she had arrived back at her hotel room and had changed into her loose fitting plaid pajama pants and oversized black t-shirt, which she rolled up at the sleeves. Glaring at the phone now, she let out a fierce growl, then the phone sprang to life.

The vibrating of the phone against the wooden bedside table grinded on her nerves, wondering who could possibly be calling her so close to midnight. Her hand reached out and wrapped around the phone, her eyes catching sight of the screen. Letting out a groan, Quinn forced the tears to slow down enough so that when she answered the phone, her mother wouldn't know she had been crying, that was her goal ultimately but Quinn was struggling to subdue her cries.

"Hey mom." She mumbled, lifting the phone up to her ear. Her voice was shaky and she knew immediately that her mother was going to know something was up with her daughter.

"Hi sweetie, I just called to wish you a Happy New Year." Her mother replied rather excitedly. Quinn stepped off the bed and wandered towards the television across the room, turning the volume down so that she could hear her mother without interference.

The young brunette flopped into the chair a few feet away from the television and let out a sigh, fresh tears welling up in her eyes.

"Thanks but it's not feeling like a very happy New Year mom." She let out a small sob and her mother instantly felt for her poor little girl.

"Oh my sweet little girl, momma's right here and listening to you."

"I'm in my hotel room." Quinn cried, dropping her head into her hands, hating how easily she gave in to her sadness, especially when her mother was on the other end of the line.

"Alone? On New Year's?"

"Yeah." Quinn sighed, her voice catching in her throat.

The line went quiet for a few seconds, Quinn knowing that her mother was taking her time to choose her words. If it weren't for her mother and the patience that she had for Quinn, she never would have made it as far as she had in her wrestling career.

"Well Quinn, I'm sure that your friends aren't having as good of a time as think they are."

"It doesn't matter." Quinn shot back. "This sucks!"

"Sweetheart, just breathe okay, I love you no matter what."

"I know but I feel so shitty mom and I just can't get over it."

Quinn sunk into the chair, lifting her legs up and tucking them under her bum. She had successfully compacted herself as small as she could get her body to go, the tears still flowing from her reddened eyes. She knew the conversation wasn't going to be all happy go lucky but she hadn't exactly anticipated breaking down to her mother either.

"Darling, I'm always here to listen."

"Mom." She whined. Being a twenty-nine year old woman and having your mother comfort you on New Year's Eve was somewhat embarrassing to Quinn. She hadn't relied on her mother in years, had barely seen her in the past few months except for holidays and special occasions.

"I know, I know. Look, have you considered talking to a counselor or a therapist or something. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with you but it might help. I remember when I took your sister to see someone when your dad left, don't you remember. It really seemed to help her. At the very least, it gave your poor sister someone to talk to who had an unbiased opinion."

"I don't know mom." She mumbled, terrified of laying her problems on someone. She was supposed to be a good girl, a strong girl, yet with each day that passed, something inside of her was crumbling, threatening to break altogether.

"You don't have to be so opposed to seeking help sweetheart. We all have our moments of weakness when we need someone to support us. I just want you to consider it, keep it as an option at least."

Quinn squeezed her eyes shut and felt the tears roll over her moistened cheeks. She pushed the idea to the back of her mind and let out a yawn, tiredness surging through her body now. She looked at her bed and figured that, even if it wasn't quite midnight, she could try to sleep and maybe end and begin the New Year in her dreams.

"Okay mom, I'll think about it." Quinn whispered.

"Alright honey. Just remember that mommy loves you."

"I love you too." Quinn said as she pulled the phone away from her ear.

Standing up from the chair, Quinn hit the end call button before tossing her phone at the now vacant chair. Slowly and surely she wandered across the carpeted floor and flopped onto the bed, grabbing the tear stained pillow and shoving it under her head. She shut her eyes and thought about sleeping, hoping it would take over her body quickly.

As soon as she let out the breath she had been holding, another sob escaped her throat and the feelings rushed back into her body. It didn't matter what she wanted her New Year's Eve to be like, she was facing the cold hard truth. She was alone, the clock nearing midnight, and no one seemed to care.

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"Miss!"

The short Latino hotel employee knocked frantically on the door, yelling through the wood separating him from the girl in the room. He had been knocking on the door for the last five minutes, trying to get the girl to wake up and let him in. Check out time was a good half an hour ago and she was the only one left in the hotel who was supposed to have checked out that morning.

"Hello, Miss are you in there?" He continued to call through the door.

Quinn's eyes fluttered open at the sound of the muffled voice floating from the outside of her hotel room. She lifted her head up and looked at the door, wincing at the furious knocking from the other side. She dropped her head back to the pillow and struggled to roll over, glancing at the red number on the hotel clock. Her eyes widened at the sight, 11:33am stared back at her.

Jumping out of the bed and onto her feet, Quinn rushed across the room and threw her body against the door, stopping herself by using the panel. She wrapped her fingers around the doorknob and turned it, opening it just a few inches as she forced a smile on her face, the short man looking back at her, concern etched onto his face.

"Miss are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm so sorry, I forgot to set my alarm and I overslept. I'll be out of here in fifteen minutes."

"Take your time miss, no need to rush." He smiled politely.

Quinn's cheeks turned a light shade of pink from embarrassment. He nodded his head at her before turning away from her door and wandering away. She shut the door as he disappeared before letting out a groan. The last thing Quinn could remember before she had fallen asleep was the clock reading 3:13am. She had continued to cry well into the early hours of the morning, finally calming herself down enough to sleep shortly after three.

Furiously running her hands through her hair, Quinn rushed towards the phone on the chair, desperate to find out if anyone had noticed her missing yet. Once she wrapped her hands around the phone, her heart dropped. There wasn't a single text message, not one missed call. Quinn was once again left alone.

She fought off the urge to start crying again and made her way to her suitcase, diving right in and searching for clean clothes. Skipping her morning shower was starting to seem like a decent idea, the faster she could get out of the hotel, the sooner her embarrassment would disappear and maybe she could catch up with some of her friends. Even if she had to help them nurse hangovers, she didn't care, that would simply mean that they needed her, if only temporarily.

A small smile spread out on Quinn's face as she quickly stripped down to her underwear. Not bothering to brush her teeth or wash her face, Quinn whipped her clean clothes on, made sure she had everything packed and took off out of her room, shoving her phone into the pocket of her jeans as she wandered down the hall. Her black Nike's weren't even tied as she trudged down the hall, lugging her suitcase on her shoulder, her black jacket draped over her arm.

Stopping in the lobby, right near the front desk, Quinn dropped her suitcase to the marble floor and slipped her slender arms into the jacket. She squatted down and tied her running shoes, latching her hand on the suitcase as she stood up. Slowly she approached the female standing behind the desk and threw another smile on her face.

"Sorry, I'm just here to check out, I'm sure I owe you some sort of late fee or something."

"Oh, don't worry about it miss, just have a Happy New Year." The girl smiled back, waving Quinn off.

The young brunette stepped outside and immediately let out a shiver. She turned right and headed down the street to the rental car company, the place she had been told to go to when she had first arrived at the hotel.

The wind stung her face as she walked facing it, hugging her jacket tighter in a lame attempt to keep the wind from reaching her body. She squinted her eyes and struggled to breathe as a gust of air rushed around her, sucking the oxygen right out of her lungs. Her grip tightened on the suitcase as she spotted the rental car company, the lot out front was pretty much empty, Quinn suddenly praying that they kept their cars around back where she couldn't see them.

She looked around as she approached the front door and couldn't find a single break in the asphalt that would suggest the rental car company kept more cars anywhere other than the front parking lot. She dropped her suitcase to the floor once she was inside and dragged it across the deep navy tiles, stopping in front of the desk and watching as the tall, blonde, well built man behind the desk finished up on the phone.

She ran her hands through her hair again, trying to get it to look somewhat decent, suddenly aware that she was out in public and that her appearance really did mattered. Maybe she should have taken the Latino man up on his offer of taking her time, at least then she could have brushed her teeth to get rid of the gritty feeling on her molars, or she could have washed her face, getting rid of the greasy feeling on her face as well as the memories of the tears that had so recently rolled over the smooth, silky flesh of her cheeks.

"How can I help you today Miss?" The man asked immediately after hanging up the phone.

"I'm with the World Wrestling Entertainment Company and I think there should be a car for me."

"Name please?"

"Quinn O'Reilly."

The man dropped his gaze from Quinn to a stack of papers on the right hand side of his desk. He flipped through a few pages before setting them back in the order her had originally had them. She watched nervously as he flipped through the pages once more and looked up at her, an apologetic expression on his face.

"I'm sorry Miss O'Reilly, our last car on the lot is booked for someone else. They called about fifteen minutes ago according to this paperwork and informed us they were going to be late. I don't have anything else I can give you."

Quinn's jaw dropped in shock. She was having a bad day already and it didn't seem to be getting any better. Rolling her eyes at her predicament, she dropped her arms onto the desk and groaned, praying that something would happen to make the day a little bit better.

"When are you expecting another car to come back?" She asked, desperate for him to provide her with good news.

"Oh, not until tonight, unfortunately. I can call one of the other branches and see if they have anything available but I can't guarantee-"

Quinn raised her hand at him and cut him off. She glanced back at the sound of the door opening and her eyes lit up at the sight. Sure he wasn't Randy Orton or Ted Dibiase but Drew McIntyre was her godsend at that precise moment. Her lips curled into a smile as she sauntered over towards him, trying to be as appealing as possible considering she had skipped a shower, as well as brushing her teeth that morning.

"Quinn, what are you doing here?" He asked in his Scottish drawl, smirking at her presence.

"Looking for a way to get to the next city. Perhaps you can help me out?" She asked huskily, playing her best sexy card, trying to keep him interested enough to help her out.

"Oh, well, I'm not actually driving."

Quinn cocked an eyebrow at him and pondered what on earth he meant. If he wasn't driving, how was he getting to the next city? She looked past him and spotted a few more bodies wandering around the lot, circling the car and suddenly it hit her. Maybe he wasn't driving but he would certainly have to ride along with someone else who would be driving.

"Who is driving?" She asked, watching the small group of men pile their own suitcases at the back of the white Honda Civic residing in the parking lot.

"Wade is, I'm sure you can ask him."

"Already ahead of you Drew!" Quinn shouted, her hands already on the door.

She pushed it open and stepped outside, her suitcase dragging behind her on the snow-covered pavement. The awful scraping sound easily caught the attention of the two guys standing next to the car. Quinn gave them a small wave and closed the gap between her and them, smiling politely.

"Quinn right?" The tall Englishman questioned with his own smile.

"Yes, Wade." She nodded.

"What can I do for you love?"

"Have you got room in your car for me? I slept through my alarm and the guy in there said this is his last car."

Wade let out a chuckle at her predicament, finding it somewhat entertaining. She shied away from his gaze but when he smiled even wider at her, she knew he wasn't about to leave her at the car rental company all by herself.

"As long as you don't mind riding with Drew and Justin here then you are more than welcome to tag along."

"Oh my god, thank you so much! I owe you huge!" She grinned at them, taking a look at the smaller man next to Wade, assuming that he was Justin.

"It's not a big deal." The smaller man said, Quinn smiling even more at his accent. Apparently everyone that she was going to be thankful for that day had an accent, first Drew, then Wade, and now this Justin character.

"Still." Quinn blushed as she made eye contact with the sexy, little south African.

Wade nodded along with Justin and gingerly reached out for her suitcase. She handed it over with ease and watched as Wade loaded her suitcase, as well as the rest of them into the trunk of the Honda. Justin reached out and set his hand across her back, ushering her towards the passenger side. He let his hand drop away from her before latching it onto the door handle, pulling the car door open for her, letting her have the front seat.

"I can ride in the back, it's fine." She said, trying to make herself seem like less of an inconvenience.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be a better navigator than I am anyways." He laughed.

Quinn slowly stepped into the front seat of the car silently deciding that she liked his laugh. The two guys whom she had met at the car seemed to genuinely want to make sure she wasn't left behind and they barely knew her. She relaxed against the seat and smiled at Justin Gabriel as he gently shut the door for her. While in the confinement of the car by herself, Quinn let out a contented sigh, happy that her day was starting to look up. Maybe her New Year's wasn't looking so bad after all.

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