DISCLAIMER: Okay, I don't own any property of the WWE. I WISH I owned Randy Orton but life's not fair. Anyways, I only own Alexandria Taylor and that's it.

Chapter 8

Oh my God. What did I just say? I clamped my hand over my mouth in horror. He paused and looked at me. I could tell that he was not expecting me to say that. I stood there frozen. I refused to look him in the face. I scratched my head. Tell me that I did not just say that. I admitted it to Randy. There was no turning back, my secret was out.

"No you don't" he said with an upset tone. I couldn't say anything at all because I was so shocked. He walked away and ran his hand through his hair. He began to gather his things. He's going to walk out on me.

"Randy?" I breathed. He paid no attention to me and grabbed his bag. He was going to leave me. "Randy?" I cried grabbing his arm. He pulled away from me.

"You really know how to fuck with people's emotions" He sighed and walked out the dressing room.

"I'm not!" I cried. "Randy please!" I begged.

Oh no, no, no, I thought as I sat down on the couch with tears streaming down my face, I brought my knees up to my chest and cried. This is all too familiar to me.

I remember the exact night when my Dad came to visit me. I was six years old. It was the first time I'd seen him in years. I waited up all night to see him and he only stayed for five minutes. Before he left, I remember asking him if he loved me. My mother said of course he did. But he said that he didn't and that I wasn't even my Dad. Then he and my mother got into a big argument about DNA tests and that was the last time I saw him. I was cursed now. Every man that I said I loved walked out on me.

I sniffed at the memory. Here I was again and another man was telling me that he didn't love me.

"Randy!" Jillian screeched coming into the room. She stopped when she saw sitting on the floor. "Where's Randy?" What a rude bitch.

"He left" I mumbled getting up.

"Oh….Did you realize that he wants me and not you?" she said still standing at the door.

"Fuck you" I hissed.

"You're just jealous" she said. I got up and I grabbed my purse. "What are you mad because Randy doesn't want you?"

"Bitch, don't make me smack you. Randy doesn't want your ugly ass, and go to makeup; I hate that shit on the side of your face." I said in absolute disgust. I wiped my eyes and gave the dressing room a once over to see if I forgot anything. Then I stomped out.

I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest, like I had no soul. I felt depressed and dead. I stopped in the bathroom to fix myself, so I didn't look like I just had my heart ripped out. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red. I sighed as I wiped them. A million toughts went through my head about Randy. How did he feel? Why did he walk out on me? I fixed my clothes and decided that I couldn't stay in the arena any longer. I could convince Shane McMahon to let me leave, since we had such a good relationship.

"What's wrong Alexandria?" Shane asked after I found him backstage. Well I just told this guy that I love him and he walked out on me.

"I'm not feeling too well, I don't think I can continue tonight" I held my head and frowned.

"Well, Smackdown is almost over and then we're going to have some dark matches. But if you don't feel well-"

"Please Shane?" I begged.

"You're not really needed. And you are one our best execs.I'll get someone to call you a cab"

"Thank you so much" I saidgiving hima hug.Sometimes Shane can be a real sweetheart other times in the headquarters he can be a real pain the ass.

"I'll see you in Stamford, Alexandria"

I pulled off my heels at the door of my hotel room. My feet were killing me but what killed me worse was Randy. I tossed my purse onto my bed and threw on some PJ's. It was silent except for my crying and the rain that pounded on the window. I felt like shit. I knew that this could only mean one thing. Call Angel. I sniffed, wiped my eyes, rolled over and grabbed my cell phone that I had put to charge on the nightstand.

"You were right" I cried after she answered the phone.

"About what?"

"Randy"

"I told you. But what's wrong?"

"I fucked up," I said wiping my eyes. I told her about Batista, Jillian and the club. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "And then tonight we got into a big argument, and I told him that I love him and he walked out"

"I'm sorry, Lex" She said.

"I love him Angel, I really do." I whispered. I couldn't stop the tears from falling out of my eyes.

"Love is pain, honey"

"This is why I was always like this. I hate him for what he did to me. I wish I didn't say I loved him."

"I'm gonna come over, when you get back. I gotta go, please don't go jump someone, I know how you get when you mad."

"I wont." Unless it's Jillian. "Thanks Angel"

"Bye Lexy," she said hanging up. I rolled over and turned on the radio. Anything to distract me from the pain I was feeling. Mariah Carey's "We Belong Together" began to play. I laid there, silently, listening to every word.

I didn't mean it when I said
I didn't love you so
I should have held on tight
I never should have let you go
I didn't know nothing,
I was stupid, I was foolish
I was lying to myself
I couldn't have fathomed
I would ever be without your love
Never imagined I'd be sitting
Here beside myself
Guess I didn't know you
You'd guess I didn't know me
But I thought I knew everything
I never felt

I couldn't believe that this song would actually apply to me. It made me feel even worse. I love him, I really do.

Uh-oh Cliff-hanger! Please send me some reviews about where to take this story cuz I'm having extreme writers block and don't know what to do. Thanks for Reading! Luv. XOXO!