Part 2:
Adam woke up with a pain of guilt and he didn't know why.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" Randy asked.
Adam sat up slowly. "Me and Amy had an argument".
"Wow! Even though you passed out, you still remember", Randy said, sarcastically, "And it was a pretty one-sided argument seeing as you did all the yelling and arguing".
That was why he felt so guilty. He had yelled and embarassed Amy. "Well, I don't know what I yelled at her about, but I know she probably deserved it".
"You really can be an asshole sometimes, Copeland". Randy said, disappointingly.
"Oh, and this is coming from the king of all assholes".
Randy laughed. "Atleast I admit that I am an asshole and I admit when I have a problem. Unlike yourself...".
"Wait! What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Adam said, cutting Randy off in mid-sentence.
"I'm just saying that you need help. You have a drinking problem due to your failed marriage".
"Look, Dr.Phil, I don't need help. And I'm not drinking because of my failed marriage, I'm drinking because I enjoy to". Adam said, standing.
"That's bullshit and you know it, Copeland. Before this whole thing between you and Amy, you wouldn't even touch more than one beer a day. Now, your drinking like there's no fucking tommorrow", Randy said, "Look, your my friend, and I care about your well being. I'm just telling you this to help you. Get some professional help. I don't want to see you lose everything you worked so hard for". He then left the room.
Randy's words had made a impact on him... one hell of a impact.
"Amy, it's me". Adam said, knocking on the door of Amy's hotel room.
She opened the door, and stared at him. "What do you want?"
"I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"
She hesitated for a moment before stepping to the side. "Sure".
He sat on the queen sized bed. "First off, I'm so sorry about the other night. I was drunk, and completely out of line".
"It's okay". She said, softly.
He sighed. "No, it's not okay. Don't you see what's happening to me? I've fallen. I use to be at the top of the mountain, but since I started drinking, I lost my title, I lost my mainevent placement and I've been suspended. If I keep this up, I could lose it all".
She sat beside him, rubbing his back. "Adam, you're just going through tough times right now. It'll get better". She said, sympathetically.
"No. You don't understand. This whole thing is about us. Ever since I left you, I've been feeling so empty, so I use alcohol as a way to feel whole again".
She sat there, dumbfounded. "I kinda figured that it was about us, but didn't want to make assumptions. I got to admit, I'm really scared for you right now. I don't want you to just throw everything away for a bottle of Vodka", she sighed, "I wish that I didn't do what I did... I really do. I regret it everyday".
"I know, but that's the main reason why I'm here. I just came to tell you that I'm going to rehab. I understand now that I do have a problem and it's time for me to step up and do something about it".
She hugged him. "That's great. You know that it's not going to be easy to kick an addiction like this".
He nodded. "Yeah, I know".
"I feel like I should take the blame for all of this. I mean, if it weren't for me and my promiscuous ways, none of this would've happened and once again I'm so sorry". She cried into his shirt.
He hugged her back. "Shhh.. it's alright". He said, soothing her, "It's alright... everything's gonna be okay". He sat there, holding her and thinking.
Everything was gonna be okay.