A/N- Thanks for the reviews guys, they totally rock! Keep on reading, and for the Edge/Lita shippers (cough Renee cough) don't worry! I'm planning a few more twists for this fic ;)
Phil exhaled sharply, got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Although he was completely exhausted he couldn't get any sleep. He spent the night tossing and turning, shutting his eyes and opening them before turning to the clock-radio on the bedside table and noticing it was almost three in the morning.
He turned the bathroom light on and walked to the sink, he noticed the dark circles under his eyes and sighed. Phil then turned on the tap and washed his face with cold water. As he wiped his face with a nearby towel he hear knocking on his door. "How strange," he thought, "which lunatic was awake at three in the morning beside himself?"
He opened the door and saw Amy crying uncontrollably.
"Oh dear Jesus, Amy what happened who hurt you?" Phil said as he pulled Amy into his room and wrapped his arms around her, just like the way Adam did an hour ago. Amy's sobs grew louder as she buried her face into Phil's bare chest. Phil moved her to the bed where he took his blanket and wrapped it around Amy, trying to warm her as he re-wrapped his arms. God, she was cold and her clothes were all wet. "She must have been outside", Phil thought.
"I'm…sorry…if…I…woke you up." Amy sobbed.
"Nonsense Amy, I was awake and even if I was asleep I would wake up the second I even felt you needed help."
Phil's words warmed Amy, her breathing slowed down and her shaking stopped. She was holding onto Phil for dear life, it was uncomfortable but Phil didn't care. Right now, Amy was the most important thing in the world.
"Who did this to you Ames?" Phil asked, whoever it was had some serious hell to pay.
"Adam C-Copeland…" Amy whispered.
Phil tensed up immediately. Again, that asshole had hurt Amy. Amy felt his tension and panicked, "Don't do anything Phil, please don't hurt him."
Phil hesitated. The desire to kill that asshole was certainly a hard one to overcome, but he gulped down his rage and answered, "That asshole hurt you Amy, it's almost impossible for me not to get up, go find that asshole and-"
Amy whimpered, she didn't want to hear the rest. Phil heard her whimper and shut up. They sat like that for hours, rocking slowly now and then until Amy finally fell asleep in Phil's arms.
He lay her down, making sure not to wake her up. He pulled the blanket over her and stared down at her. There was no noise in the room except for her evenly sized breaths. He looked down at her beautiful face which was so full of sadness; he noted the mascara lines where her tears ran down. Phil brushed his hand against her cheek before bending down and placing a small kiss on her forehead.
He paced to the couch and lay down; somehow, even with Amy in his room he couldn't seem to sleep. Thoughts of finding Adam Copeland and hurting him kept revisiting his mind. His breathing became heavy, he clenched his fists and tightened his jaw. He begged himself to stop feeling angry and resenting of Adam Copeland but he couldn't. It was like his mind was playing a sick joke on his heart, replaying the image of Adam spearing Amy over and over again. He then saw Adam laughing and couldn't bare it anymore.
He sat up, breathing heavily. He walked to the bathroom and saw that his forehead and chest were sweaty. He looked down at his hands, there were cuts in his palms, showing the places his fingernails ruptured his skin. He washed the oozing blood off his hands and reached for the bandages on the bathroom table wrapping them around his hands. He then returned to the room, and checked if Amy was still asleep. Not a sound emerged from her other than her evenly paced breathing.
Phil knew he couldn't get back to sleep and now he knew why, he knew his insomnia was due his resentment of Adam Copeland and his urge to find him and hurt him. Phil sighed and sat on the couch, his mind paused on Adam Copeland's cruel laugh after spearing Amy. Clenching his jaw, he left the room in search of that bastard Adam Copeland with only one thing on his mind…To hurt him.
And
you think I'm an asshole now
Well, you're probably right
But at
least I'm not blind to the facts
I've been wishing were all
lies
But still, I hope you get everything
That you care to
possess…
Adam exited his room and headed towards the stairway; he needed some air and was planning to go to the roof to catch his breath. He couldn't sleep at all; his heart was too full of guilt. He felt like shit for just leaving Amy there…again.
He reached the stairway and reached his hand out for the doorknob.
Suddenly, Adam felt all the air rush out of him. Someone had just tackled him to the floor. His body was aching, his head hit the floor quite hard and waves of pain were rushing through his brain.
"You son of a bitch!" Phil spat at Adam as he reached his hand back and punched Adam in the face, the impact sending shoots of pain through Adam's face and. He tasted blood in his mouth. He looked up and saw Phil Brooks staring down at him, his eyes glaring at Adam. He punched Adam one more time, then ran away leaving Adam lying down in the middle of the deserted hallway, a look of shock and pain on his face and blood from his mouth trickling down to his chin.
But Adam wasn't confused. No, he knew what it was exactly about –Who it was exactly about.
CHAPTER 6
A/N- The lyrics in this chapter is from Bright Eyes' 'I've been eating (for you)'
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