SHANE'S POV

That week the days flew by and the nights were as slow as ever. As a condition of taking the week off the first day Jamie and I were together I was required to attend an autograph signing. Luckily it was only a short signing so I was able to take Jamie with me. Naturally there were whispers about the fact that The Hurricane was showing up with a girl on his arm, I even heard someone say that I must like 'this one'. I tried to shake the comments off but deep down inside it really hurt. I know that I made no secret of my 'sexual endeavours' but I also think it's not the place of the public to judge my life style or me.

Luckily that was just a couple of hours out of our week and soon I managed to push the hurt away and focus on spending time with the beautiful Australian. During the day I would teach her how to ski in the last traces of snow, or catch her infectious excitement every time she entered the Mall of America. At night we would watch movies and eventually fall asleep, sharing the overly soft hotel bed. That's one thing I hate about hotel's the beds are either always too soft or too hard. Jamie kept having nightmares, she wouldn't admit it but I was easily woken with her tossing and turning and her occasional verbal outbursts.

After the second night I would wrap my arms around her and wait for her to fall asleep. I wanted to so desperately know what was going on in her head and why she kept having these dreams but she didn't know that I knew about them and I didn't want her to think I thought badly of her. Instead I learned other things about the girl, hoping that maybe it would give me some sort of insight.

I learned that the young girl had lived with her parents, older brother and older sister until she was about 10. Then her father moved up north and her brother moved out so it was just the girls living together. It was hard on them but they were happy, the men in their family seemed to be at the route of a lot of pain, anguish and fighting that occurred in her household. I found myself asking if she ever cried herself to sleep, wishing the fighting would stop and even wishing her parents were back together. In response she asked me if as a young boy I had ever listened to my parents fighting.

Then I found myself thinking about my childhood a thing I had pushed to the back of my head refusing to think about it. I had grown up in a single parent household; I had never known my mother as she had left when I was just a few days old. But I would remember lying in my bed listening to my father coming home drunk or leaving to drive over two hours to the first major city so that he could find somebody to bring home. The girls never lasted long, just a couple of days until my father got bored and threw them out. He wouldn't even do them the curtesy of driving them back to the city, he'd only drive a few miles out of town then tell them to get out before turning around and coming home to me.

When Jamie asked if I ever wished that my parents were still together or that I lived with my mother I found myself remembering back to when I was five. It was the first time I had really defied his authority. He had told me he was going out and I was tio get my own dinner and be in bed by 7 and I had said no,

"What did you say?" He asked leaning right into my face"

"I said no, don't go out" I replied with my bottom lip trembling and getting angry at myself because I was unable to hold my ground,

"And why not?"

"Because its scary here by myself." From there he told me there was nothing to be afraid of and we ended up getting into an argument. He yelled at me calling me a pathetic baby, waste of space and other such insults that even effected a five year old. In the end I stood up and with tears streaming down my face announced that I was going to find my mother, before storming out.

I went out the back and got my bike and rode off. About 10 minutes later my father's battered old truck pulled up alongside of me. My father leaned out the window and told me to throw my bike in the back and get in, promising that we would get some Pizza for dinner. He stayed until I had fallen asleep but then left the house causing me to wake again. This happened quite a bit growing up and as I got older he would wait longer before coming back and getting me. Once I knew how to drive I would usually go up to the same place then he would find me there and we would head home getting pizza on the way. Even though at these times I wanted to find my mother I didn't know where to begin to look.

When my father died I found it impossible to cry and when faced with the job of presenting his eulogy I had a hard job finding something good to talk about, so I spoke about our pizza nights.

"Hey we're meant to be talking about you" I laughed realising that Jamie had turned the tides so that she could find out more information.

Jamie returned to Australia at the beginning of the next week and I was at the airport to say goodbye. Though we lived worlds apart we decided that we would give a long distance relationship a chance and remain a couple.

Our relationship had been going excellently for about three months when I received a phone call that made me realise more than ever my private life wasn't private,

"Hello Darling" She said emphasising the word darling, at that point I suddenly woke up and knew something wasn't right,

"Hey Jaimes babe, you know its only 2 am here what are you doing ringing so early?"

"Oh I forgot I'm not sorry I rang. Shane DARLING I have a question for you"

"Yes?"

"Tell me please why am I now holding a newspaper article from an American Newspaper, that was sent to me where the headline states 'WRESTLING SUPERHERO ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE LAW'?"

"Jaimes I can explain I swear I can" I started to beg as the list of those who may have sent the article ran through my head,

"Oh an explanation isn't needed. The article explains it pretty well, plus the tape of the news article that was run helped. I especially liked the bit where the news reader made the comment of 'I sure of Shane's young Australian girlfriend doesn't get wind of this, she'll be shattered"

"I swear I was going to tell you"

"Of course you were, that's why this happened over a month ago and I hadn't heard about it"

"I'm so sorry. I was going to tell you I have just been busy"

"Of course. Because since you were arrested for Lewd Behaviour and indecent exposure you have been headlining WWE events"

"Jamie I don't know what to say please forgive"

"Alright"

"What?"

"I forgive you"

"What?"

"You just asked me to forgive you and I have."

"But I was arrested, I cheated on you"

"I know but I love you and I forgive you"

"Thank you, thank you so much, I promise from now on it will be different"

"Yes it will"

"I'll do anything you want me to do"

"Say goodbye" She replied quietly after a few moments silence,

"What?"

"Say goodbye to me Shane"

"But..."

"No buts. Shane we are too different, your not a Christian and..."

"You said that didn't matter"

"It didn't at the time, that was before you were arrested, before you cheated on me, before you broke my heart. I'm not strong enough in my faith to deal with my beliefs and your own, which differ so much from mine. I love you too much to have my heart broken again and Shane I really think that you need to find yourself within yourself before we can be together," She said obviously trying to hold back the tears,

"So this is goodbye?" I asked sounded as upset as she did

"No this is friends." She whispered before hanging up the phone.

I lay back on the bed swearing before grabbing the nearest thing, a pillow and throwing it against the wall in anger. That morning, after having no sleep since Jamie's call, a walked through the hotel and found the room I wanted. I knocked sharply a couple of times before stepping back and waiting. Finally somebody came to the door,

"Shane what are you doing here?"

"Shawn I need your help" I replied stepping past him.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter! It took me awhile to write it. Hope you enjoyed it!