A/N- Ok, this chapter took me 4 hours to write. Not because its long it's very long, but because this chapter changes the ENTIRE story and I've hesitated putting it up but I think its the right way to go.Please review and tell me how you feel about it ;). I'm gonna stop talking now…

ENJOY!

"God, it hurts!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Brooks but I need to put your knee back in place."

After a few minutes of the doctor pushing Phil's lower leg as Phil sat on the edge of hospital bed howling in pain, a loud crack indicated that Phil's knee was put back in place.

The doctor left the room, notes in hand. Phil shut his eyes, trying to block out the pain. The doctor had informed Phil that he had dislocated his knee, an injury that would take a good few months out of his career.

Phil sighed, his leg was to be kept in a splint to help it heal. The doctor left the room to find a splint and some crutches for Phil. He sat on the bed, wincing in pain, why the hell didn't the doctor give him some sort of injection or something? The straightedge superstar stared at his leg, that fucking Familia caused him to be in this situation.

Suddenly, he heard the door open. Phil looked up, expecting to see the doctor returning with his crutches, his grimace of pain turned into a smile as he saw Amy enter the room.

"Hey Ames, how's your ribs?" Phil asked, worry coursing through his mind.

"I'm ok Phil, how are you? The doc said that you dislocated your knee…" Amy said, inching towards Phil.

"Yeah…That goddamn La Familia so…" Phil winced as a shot of pain ran through his knee, Amy gasped as she saw Phil's face turn white, "Jeez, it hurts…"

"Here, this'll help." Amy pulled out an icepack from one of the drawers in the room. She placed it gently on Phil's knee, relief sweeping through his body. The pain numbed out and the swelling died down.

"Thanks Amy," Phil gasped, "Listen…There's something I need to tell you and…it may not be the best of times now but I need to get it off my chest."

Amy looked from Phil's knee to Phil. If he was about to tell her what she thought he was she didn't have an answer.

"Ames, ever since…ever since we met at that bar, the moment I saw you I fell in love with you, and not just the Amy I saw on TV every Monday, no, I fell in love with the Amy sittin' at that bar laughing at my lame jokes. And…I know I know, you don't feel the same way cos you love Adam Copeland, I get it…But, I wish you would just open your eyes Ames! He doesn't love you, hell, I don't even think he loves Vickie! The only thing he loves more than himself is that belt and Ames, I would give away my entire life to be with you, just please, tell me that you feel the same way. Don't break my heart again…" Phil exhaled. He took in a deep breathe, afraid to let go in case Amy denied him. The pain in his knee faded away, he only had one care at that was Amy's response.

"Phil…I, I don't know what to say…"

"Say you love me Ames, it's all I need to hear."

Amy looked at Phil's pleading eyes as he held her hands in his. Tears welling in her eyes, she loved Phil, she did…But it wasn't the way he loved her. She knew that her heart belonged to Adam, no matter what. She loved Phil, but she never got butterflies in her stomach like she did when she was with Adam, she loved Phil but not like Adam, no one was like Adam…

"Phil…I…I c-"

Before Amy could continue Phil captured her lips with a searing kiss to which Amy responded against her better judgement. Phil touched Amy's lips with his tongue, and Amy obliged by opening her mouth for his tongue to roam. Amy opened her eyes, what was she doing? She couldn't hurt Phil, no, as much as it would hurt him at the moment she couldn't let him think what he wanted, no matter how much she wanted him to…

"I can't, I can't do this Phil cos I don't love you and I don't want to hurt you again." Amy said, pulling back out of his kiss. Phil opened his eyes and sighed.

"So what is it Ames? If I be an asshole to you will you love me? Is that what I have to do to get you?" Phil said, his voice getting harsher and stronger at each word.

"What does Adam Copeland have that I don't? I love you Ames, isn't that enough? He doesn't love you like I do Ames, I just…I need to know why, please…" Phil said, trying to calm his voice but to no avail as his angst clearly showed.

"Phil, it's not that he has something you don't it's just that…I love him, and I know that this isn't him cos I know the real Adam Co-"

"There is no real Adam Copeland! He just used you like he uses everyone. He used Vickie to get the title, he used Ryder and Hawkins. He's a manipulator Amy and he's got you around his little finger! You're just too blind to see it!"

Amy stared at Phil blankly, she couldn't believe what he was saying. The Phil Brooks that she had loved like a brother was gone and was replaced with an obsessive, angry Phil Brooks.

"Phil-"

"Just get out of here Ames! I…I don't want you here, just go!" Phil shouted, turning his back to Amy. A tear fell out of Amy's eye and rolled down her cheek. She knew there was nothing she could do or say to comfort Phil.

The redhead exited the hospital, her head down and tears falling to the ground, leaving a trail from Phil's room to the car park. Unfortunately, she had taken a taxi and now that it was almost 1am Amy doubted a taxi would even show.

Sighing, she walked onto the footpath, slowly travelling the long walk back to the hotel. She could call Matt or Jeff but they were probably clubbing and she needed some time to herself.

After a few minutes in silence except for the faint sounds of cars and Amy's muffled cries an illuminating light shone through. Amy turned as saw a car had pulled over in the dark, empty road.

"Please don't be looking for an autograph…" She thought as she turned around to see a silhouette of a burly man pacing towards her.

"Nice night for a walk." The man said.

When Amy saw who it was, her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream but he covered her mouth, muffling her screams. He reached to his back pocket and pulled out a heavy flashlight, hitting it over Amy's head and knocking her unconscious.

He picked Amy up and dragged her to his car, tying her arms and gagging her mouth as he shoved her onto the backseat floor.

Dave Batista smiled at his ingenuity; he had finally gotten Amy Dumas where he wanted her and he was just about to get started.

CHAPTER 20