2 years Later…..

Here I am sitting in the front row of a WWE Raw show in Knoxville. I have no clue how my best friend talked me into this. Every minute I sit here, makes More and more nervous. I don't want to see Dave. I don't want anything to do with that. I haven't heard from the guy in two years. The day I told him to leave and never come back. My mind wonders back to that day at times and my heartaches for him in so many different ways.

"This is so awesome!" Kayla screamed excitedly.

That's my bubble gift of gab best friend. She can talk her way in and out of anything. One incident in high school almost got us suspended. We always seemed to be late because her boyfriend in high school that she is still with today. She's also one of the many thousands of girls that believe Randy Orton is just the hottest thing since sliced bread.

"BRIDGETTE ARE YOU OK?" She yelled.

I nodded softly then shifting my eyes to my phone trying to drown out the noise and make my stomach relax. I just wish this event would be over already. Hopefully Dave has the night off. My stomach began to calm down a little at that thought.

People screaming and the ring announcer talking all gave me a severe headache. More like a migraine come to think of it. My eyes moved down to see the time on my phone. 10:45. Almost over.

Evolution music hit and my stomach became terrible sick again. I started to ease back into the crowd, before, Evolution came to the ring and started their talking. Then I felt someone grab my wrist all of sudden. My body froze. My heart beat got faster. It's like time froze. I just don't want it to be Dave.

"Where are you going?!" Kayla yelled loudly.

"I can't do this!" I yelled almost in tears.

"Nothing will happen! It's almost over!" She yelled and gave me this puppy dog look on her face.

I rolled my eyes and nodded at her. I hope she's right because the last thing I need is for him to spot me and it's over. My life hasn't been perfect the last two years, but I've gotten kind of back to normal. I don't cry much anymore and I go out more with friends. I'm not like a zombie anymore.

"Bridgette look!" Kayla yelled and started jumping up and down like a kid that was going to get candy.

The tall handsome security guard came over to me and gave me an small piece of paper.

"This is from Dave Batista." The guard said in a stubborn voice and walked away. The guard acted like it wasn't in his job code to give notes like it's high school all over again.

My heart raced even more as my fingers began to slowly open the small note that had been written for me. I knew this would happen. I have the worst luck in the world. I wonder about myself and how live my life. Am I living it the right way? I seem to be doing everything wrong. This is the last place I need to be right now.

"Read the note B!" Kayla yelled to me.

"Be over later tonight to see you beautiful."

Oh god. That's all that echoed through my mind over and over again. I'm going to kill Kayla for bringing me here. Even after she said nothing was going happen.

"We have to leave right now!" I snapped and pulled her arm through the crowd quickly. My eyes never looked back at the ring. I wasn't even paying attention to who was talking right now. I have to leave. My mind focused mainly on finding our exit that went to our cars.

"I DON'T WANNA GO YET! ITS NOT OVER!" She said very rudely.

She yanked away from my grip sharply and I turned around quickly to look at her. This was a stupid idea coming here anyway. Why going through the bother. How did she get front row seats anyway. The front row was sold out in an hour.

"How did you get front row seats anyway?" I snapped back at her.

"Dave called me up at work and said he was going to be in town. He wanted to see you and thought the best idea was to bring you here. I thought it was a good idea as well. You and him can talk to each other. Try and make peace with each other. Bridgette all he wants is you. Talk to him." She said softly.

My angry rose so much that I can be the Hulk right now. What did she just say? I must be dreaming right now. Him and her planned this all along. I'm such an idiot. Such an idiot.

"Kayla, Dave better not show up at my house tonight. You better tell him that. Me and him are done. I'm single. I like being single. Not everyone needs to be with someone. Some people want to be alone. Like me. "I said before walking out the exit doors.

The nerve of them those two! I'm so made that I could punch something, but I wont. That's the last thing I need right now is a broke hand or worse, I don't need anyone. I have a two cars that are paid off, a paid off house, good savings account, a very good job. I feel like my life is complete. Like adding a relationship might actually mess things up for me.

I just shook my head as I got in my jeep and drove home. As I finally pulled into my driveway 30 minutes later, my heart wanted to him, my heart hopped he would come by tonight. Then my brain was so stubborn and angry that If he does I might actually punch him in the face. Why does love have to be so complicated? Why can't life be easy? What's wrong with living life with no problems? The answer is life would be miserable. That's all the explanation I can come up with.

I slowly pulled into my drive way and right in behind my mustang. My beautiful mustang that need a fuel pump. I just don't have time to take it to the garage to get worked on. All I do is work now days so much, that this week starting today is my vacation (that I have to take according to my boss.) I just got out of my car, when I saw headlights come in my driveway.

Great.

I went on ahead and walked to my front door and looked through my keys to find the right one. Dave got out of his car and walked over to where the mustang sat and looked at it for a moment. You can see the wheels turning in his head.

"What happened to the mustang?" He asked still gazing at it.

"The fuel pump is out and I haven't had a chance to get it to the shop yet." I said gently.

"I can help get it there if you want." He said with a flirty smile.

"No thanks." I said opening my screen door and then my front door.

I came in to turn my light and set down my keys and purse on the end-table next to my door. My legs went straight to the kitchen. Just as I walked into the kitchen, I heard my screen open and then my front door shut. My anxiety kicked in really bad at that moment.

"How you been?" Dave asked slowly.

"Good you?" I said coming back in the living room and moving over to my recliner.

"Same keeping myself busy." He said placing his hands in his pockets.

"You can have a seat if you're not leaving any time soon." I said pointing to my couch.

He seems shy and awkward. When I finally made my eyes look at his face, my heart sunk immediately. He had bags under his eyes and his face was depressed to the point of no return. Nothing in the world could help. It was hard to stop looking at him, even when our eyes connected.

"Dave." I whispered softly.

"Yeah." He said as his moved over to pictures that sat above my fireplace. Pictures of us, when we were happy. You can tell how much he misses us. It's not my fault that we broke up. If He hadn't got with her that night, we would still be together.

"I'm sorry." I whispered slowly letting a tear from my cheek.

"It's my fault. I should have walked away from her. I don't know what I was thinking. That mistake I'm paying for. Every day that I'm not with you." He said softly.

"Have you looked for someone instead of being lonely? I asked quietly.

"No. I want you, but I know that it won't happen. I wait patiently for you to forgive me and maybe be with me again." He said coming over to kneel beside my recliner and look at me face to face.

"I don't mind to be friends, but I don't think we should be together anymore." I whispered softly looking down at my water bottle. I can't bear to look in the eye. My heart is already breaking enough as it is.

"I understand that." He said getting back up and walking over to my couch.

"Why are you here anyway?" I asked rudely.

You can feel the tension in the room, between us. You can spot the tension between us a mile away. Does he honestly think that after two years, I would forgive him. That I would forget what he has done to me. The feeling of being cheated on is horrible. Cheating also raises so many question in your head. Like, what did I do to deserve this? Was I not good enough for him? What does she have that I don't? Is she prettier than me? Then when he says he's going somewhere, in the back of your mind you have to wonder if he is telling the truth or is he lying to you to see her. That's not the way a relationship needs to be. I'm sorry.

"Can I stay here tonight? I sleep on the couch? Dave asked quietly.

His voice brought me out of my train of thoughts. I looked at him almost in daze at how much he has changed. The way he looks is still getting to me. How much life has dragged him down since being without me., I guess I was his rock. I was his calendar, boss, girlfriend. Everything to him. As he was to me. He was my boyfriend, protector, clown. It's hard to get use to being without that person in your life. Especially when you sleep next to them every night.

"Bridgette." He asked again in a concerned voice.

"Umm. Yeah. Sorry im going to go to bed it's been a long day. Night." I said getting up quickly and going to my room. What have I done? What have I have done? I should have said no. Ugh. I'm going to bed and hopefully tomorrow, he'll be gone and I won't have to see him again. Right? Well, we'll see tomorrow.

Sorry for the very very late chapter guys! Enjoy!