Amy's eyes fluttered open, she looked around at her surroundings and noticed she wasn't in her room. She remembered the events of last night and remembered that she went to Phil's room. She sat up and stretched her arms out. She looked at the clock-radio on the bedside table and noticed it was 6:00am.
She only got about 2 hours of sleep and as a result was horribly exhausted, she wanted to get straight back to bed and sleep the rest of the day. But no, she had to make an appearance at a Smackdown house show then drive to Chicago for the next WWE live show.
She got out of the bed and walked over to the couch, where she saw Phil in a deep sleep. His neck was in an uncomfortable position on the armrest of the couch and his legs spread over the couch. She noted the bandages on his hands and raised an eyebrow. She didn't remember Phil wearing bandages that morning, she observed closer and saw patches of blood on the bandages.
Slowly and quietly, Amy crept to the bandages, attempting to remove them to see what had happened to Phil that morning. When she completely removed the bandages off his left hand, she looked up at Phil and saw he was still asleep. Exhaling a breath of relief Amy looked back at his hands and noticed that the blood came from his palms where four scars lay.
As she scrutinized his wounds, she saw that the scars were about the same length of his fingernails. She was shocked, why would Phil be so angry?
She heard a muffled yawn and saw that Phil woke up, his eyes clasped shut to prevent the harsh light entering. As he opened his eyes she moved closer and kissed him softy.
Phil was shocked; he opened his eyes and saw Amy looking at him nervously. He touched his lips, had she kissed him or was he dreaming? As he re-entered reality Amy exclaimed.
"That was my thanks to you…I...I really needed someone and you were there for me…and, well I just wanted to thank you for that."
Phil sat up rubbing his neck. God, he had slept in an uncomfortable position. He looked at Amy who staring to the floor, averting Phil's gaze. He watched her as he though about how much he wanted to kiss her again to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
But he knew that wasn't the case. He looked at her eyes, aside from the gorgeous hazel orbs, her eyes were puffy and red. Phil deniably reminded himself that Adam Copeland had just broken her heart and as a result she was prone to making hasty mistakes.
"No," Phil thought ", I won't take advantage of her when she's like this. Even if it kills me, I won't be her oversight."
"Amy…I have a rough idea of what happened last night," Phil said. He looked at Amy and saw a sad look on her face, "and I'm sure you know how I feel about you," Phil paused again to look at Amy her bottom lip was quivering, Phil turned away and continued, "and in saying that. I don't want to hurt you…I know where you are now; you're reckless cos your emotions are all over the place. I've been there, in fact it was just after you broke up with me, and looking back I may have not made the best decisions of my life then and I don't want you to make the same mistakes as I did. So, I'm sorry but I can't be with you until you get your emotions back in order." Phil said, taking in a deep breath after.
He looked at Amy and saw the same sad look. She knew he was right, that she was messed up at the moment. She smiled at Phil; he was an amazing guy not to take advantage of her while she was unsettled. She moved closer to him and placed a small peck on his cheek.
"Thank you…for everything."
Adam woke up with a horrible headache, his forehead was throbbing with pain and his jaw was numb from the addition of Phil Brooks' punch to Amy's. He sat up, 6:20 am on the clock. He sighed as he rubbed his jaw, hoping that the pain would go away- from his head and his heart.
He walked to the bathroom, still half-asleep and in a daze. He looked in the mirror and was shocked to see a purple bruise developing on his jaw where Phil Brooks had decked him.
He didn't blame Phil for hurting him. In fact, he would have undeniably beaten up the guy who hurt Amy, unlucky for him, that guy was himself. Adam washed his face and got dressed without a word as he packed his suitcase and left the hotel room. He headed to the restaurant where he was to meet Vickie and the rest of La Familia who he could not feel more distant from then at that moment.
CHAPTER 7
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