AN: I'm so sorry it took me this long to update. I've been busy with school and stuff and I was sick over the weekend. BUT it's worth the wait because I think this is my best chapter yet. Enjoy

Chapter 5: Secrets from Her Past

CM Punk's POV

The rest of the lunch was awful. I changed the subject and got Taylor laughing but I couldn't get that look of desperation when she begged me to drop the topic out of my head. I was gonna need to have a serious talk with my sister.

When we returned home I got out the car and went in search for my sister; she was in her room. "What's the deal with Taylor and her past?" I asked locking her door.

She shrugged. "Taylor and what past?" I ran my hand over my face; I didn't have time for this, "Krista don't play with me." I whispered loudly. "You know fully well what I'm talking about. What. Happened. In Taylor's past?"

"I can't tell you." She sighed. I threw my hands up in the air. "What do mean you can't tell me?"

"It means just that Phil. I can't tell you. I promised Taylor. Sorry." There was a knock on the door, "come in." my sister said.

"I got the job- Phil, I didn't see you there."

My sister smiled "Congrats."

"Hardly, your brother talked his way into me being his manager. So imagine how happy I am!"

"He's not that bad. He can b loveable when he's not all up in your face being annoying. So you just have to find that 3% of Phil that you can deal with and try work with it."

"I'm right here." Taylor laughed, "I think that's why she said it you big weirdo."

Saturday was amazing; we spent the entire day shopping for junk food for my PPV the next night.

My sister and Eric got out the car the minute I parked it and headed to the arena. I had gotten them all ring side seats so I could literally hear them when they cheered me on as I trash Jericho's butt. The only downside of their seats was that it was directly behind Michael Cole. "I'm gonna meet you guys in there, I wanna talk to Phil." Taylor said.

"Ohh." My sister said making kissing sounds. "Why don't you just stay backstage with him? Be his good luck charm."

"Eww, Krista. By the way, weren't you going somewhere?"

"Fine. I can take a hint. Let's go Eric." She said grabbing Eric and disappearing through a door.

"So ahh, what did you wanna tell me?"

"Yes actually, since I'm your new manager and I sorta control all the crap you try to pull, you're gonna have to tone it down a bit. It's not good for publicity." I leaned against the wall and smirked. I raised an eyebrow. "Is that all you wanted to say to me Ms. Cooper?" She frowned; her eyes searching to see if she really had something else to say. She shrugged. "I don't think there is."

"I beg to differ Cooper. There is something you want to tell me."

"And what might that be….Punk?"

"If I have to spell it out. You didn't wish me luck for my match tonight."

She rolled her eyes "Really? I need to wish you luck?"

"Well yeah, you're my manager."

"I didn't see that in my contract."

"But you know you want to wish me luck." I said. The theme song foe Extreme Rules began to play indicating the show was about to start. "Fine. Good luck CM Punk." Then she kissed me. It was brief but my reflexes were fast enough and I kissed her back. She moved away from me and tapped my cheek. "Make me proud and lay off the crap." She said walking through the door into the arena.

"Crap! I've got a match I need to prepare for." I said after realizing I was still standing outside the arena.

'Look in my eyes, what do you see-' I walked down the ramp, feeding off the adrenaline from the crowd. I went to the announcer's table and leaned over to pull Krista and Taylor in a hug. I stood in the ring and waited for Jericho to enter. I glared at him. I was waiting for weeks to get my hands on him and it was finally going to happen. I have been taking his bull for far too long and tonight it was all going to end.

The bell rang and everything went blank. I sprang at Jericho; hitting him with everything I had. I had to admit I landed some pretty good punches and kicks on him. A sharp pain swam through my body as my head bounced off the steel steps. As I was pulling myself off the floor I saw Jericho taunting my sister. My sister slapped him and I smiled; I had taught her well. I hit Jericho over the head just as he stretched over to hit my sister. I tossed him in the ring and began to pound on him. We both threw punches back and forth but I eventually got him on my shoulders and hit the GTS. "1! 2! 3! Ring the bell!" The ref raised my hand and I nodded my head in time with my music. That was another score for CM Punk. I stood on the ropes and raised my title; pointing to the WWE universe, symbolically thanking them for rooting for me during my match. I walked down the ramp with adrenaline still pumping through my veins. I was on high and I wasn't coming down anytime soon.

"Why don't you guys drive back home. I need to talk to Phil. We can just walk back."

"We can what!" I said in disbelief, "Walk? Yeah, I'm up for walking because I wasn't just in a tough match that makes me feel like I've been run over by a truck."

"Great! Then it's settled. We'll see you guys at home. Don't bother waiting up." We walked to a nearby park in silence; weird eerie silence.

"Okay Taylor, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked when we were in the loneliest part of the park. "Yesterday you asked me about my past. You sure you want to know"

"Yeah, I like you so it's kinda important."

"Well I don't know why but my day never liked me."

"Hey, that's not true. He did leave you that huge house didn't he?"

"No, he hated me. And would you shut up so I could tell the story?"

"Yeah, sorry, I'm not gonna say a thing."

"Good, my dad was around; up until the day I was born. For some reason he never wanted a daughter. So when I was born he left. But my mother loved my brother and me for the both of them. Then one night we were driving when some drunken retard decided he waned to rearrange the front of our car. The accident killed my mother instantly. My brother and I only got a few cuts and scratches. The next day they shipped us off to an orphanage. We didn't even get to go to the funeral. My own mother's funeral." She let a few tears slide down her cheeks. "My brother promised me he'd always be there for me, to protect me. We were all each other had. When my dad found out what happened he made arrangements to 'do the right thing'" she made air quotes with her hand. "On my fifth birthday he came to the orphanage and any average human would think he'd pick up both his children. When he saw me he blatantly refused to take me. I could never forget what he said."

"What did he say?" She shrugged and turned away; not wanting me to see her cry. "Taylor, tell me." I said turning her around and wiping her tears. "He said he didn't want me cause there was nothing he could do with a daughter. That I was stupid, worthless, a waste of space and time and I would only get in his way. I was five when he told me that and I still remember every detail. I knew he was right but it hurt to hear him say it."

"That isn't true; you're the opposite of all those things. You're smart, beautiful, unique and you're great enough to be worth Krista's, Eric's any my time. We all care about you. Don't you ever forget that." She nodded. She was still crying so I hugged her. "But wait, if your dad hated you so much why did he leave you the house. And how did you survive the orphanage by yourself?" she turned her face so she could speak. "My brother used to sneak out so he could see me. Even though we were apart, he never broke his promise. That's why we're so close. And as for my dad; the day he died he called me to his hospital room. He admitted that he never liked me and said that it was out of guilt and pure love for my mother that he left me something in his will. He didn't really. He was just saying that. He left the house to my mother and she said it was to be mine when I turned sixteen. He hated me so much he even kept that from me. When I was sixteen I had to leave the orphanage. I lived on the street for eight months till I met you sister and she took me in. I had lost contact with my brother; also my father's doing. I had live literally from pay check to pay check toll he died. I laughed at his funeral."

"I can't say I'm sorry enough. But I am. You didn't deserve any of this." I said squeezing her tightly as she sobbed in my arms.

AN: End of chapter 5. Expect chapter 6 soon, I just got to finish writing it on paper. Review if you wanna. 3