Runaway

Based on the song "Runaway" by Kanye West featuring Pusha T

Her eyes met his, as her heart broke. The words he spoke destroyed her, and she felt as if her world was collapsing around her. This wasn't supposed to happen like this. Not now. Not at all. Her heart began beating quickly, as her vision was clouded by the tears that were filling her eyes. The disdain his face showed her made the entire situation that much worse.

"Ran…Randy…" Her voice was foreign and meek, even to her own ears. This wasn't her. She didn't get this way over a guy.

"What?" he spat, his voice harsh.

"Why? Why are you d-doing this to me?"

"Because…you're not good enough for me. You never were, Sofia," his cold voice spoke.

"How can you look me in the face and say that? You know that's not true. You told me that you loved me, and you meant it."

"Actually, you're just really gullible," he shot at her. "You believe whatever you want to. But I never loved you. You were just a conquest to me. Everyone wanted a crack at the new Diva, and I was the one who got a piece. Now, I'm done with you," he spoke, each word bringing her closer to her breaking point.

"That's bullshit, and you know it," she tried to protest, as the tears began falling down her flushed cheeks.

"No, it's the truth. You're just a very stupid girl. You think you're too good to be used, but you're just like everyone else. So, if you're hurt, you can just look in the mirror and blame yourself," he growled.

A deafening slap echoed through their hotel room. "You bastard," she said, her voice cracking, as she ran out of the room, slamming the door behind herself.

Randy stomped over to the door, bolting it shut. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, as he put his head in his hands. He did it. This was the plan. He told the guys that he'd be the one bedding the new chick, and thought they had doubted him, his friends quickly learned that Randy Orton did what he said he would. The only issue he encountered was that he fell for her. And when he fell, he fell quite hard.

That was never supposed to happen.

Upon admitting his feeling to his best friend, John Cena, he was warned that he was the Viper. He wasn't the lovebird or the dove. Randy Orton was the Viper, a venomous, evil, manipulative, conniving snake. He wasn't the kind of person who belonged with such a good girl type. John insisted he would only hurt her, and deep inside, he knew that his friend was right.

And that's why Randy had to break up with her, in a way that would make her stay away from him. After this, Randy knew that Sofia would stay away from him. She wouldn't try to convince him to stay with her. He knew that she would stay as far away from him as possible.

This was for her. Sofia could find someone else, someone worthy of her. That person would never be Randy. It killed him to see the pain that was in her eyes. But he knew that this was the smartest, most selfless thing he could do. He had to give her a shot at being with someone deserving of her. He wasn't that person. He could never be the man she belonged with. Not by a long shot. And this was his way of ensuring that she would end up with someone else.

This was the right thing to do.

Right?

John was the one who knew Randy better than anyone else in the world. If he'd listen to what anyone had to say about him, Randy would listen to John. Of course his friend was right.

He couldn't help but think that if this was such a wonderful decision, then, why did he feel like his heart was just savagely ripped out of his chest and stabbed repeatedly with dull knives? If this was such a great thing to do, then, why was he feeling a burning sensation running through his veins? Why was he finding himself breathing heavily? Why did he just want to cry for the first time since he was a young child?

Randy wondered if he had just destroyed the greatest thing to ever happen to him because he was just about positive that he had.