So after Randy's POV… this is Tammy's POV. Hope you enjoy.

I still do not own anyone or anything… though I wish I could own that hot piece of meat called Randy Orton. :)


Tammy's POV

She was still lying on the floor, cuddled up in a fetal position: legs pulled up against her chest, chin on her knees, arms wrapped around her legs. Her body was shaking by the many heavy sobs, tears rolling down her cheeks mercilessly.

*So, here I am now. A shadow of myself. Crawled up on the floor of my house… our house. The place he called his home. How did it come to that? How could I fall for him? How could I let this happen?

After all those years spending with moving, traveling, having affairs. All I wanted was to finally settle down, grow up, and have a little happy family.

I grew up in Allentown, Pennsylvania. Life has not always been easy with my dad being alcoholic and my mom almost never being home because she worked two jobs to get us through. It was tough, yes. However, I made it. I finished school best in my class even though my laziness kicked in more than once. I've fought to become someone, to get the life I wanted. Short after school I decided to start traveling. See something from the world. How I could afford that, you ask? Working two jobs for a year before finally starting to travel.

My mom never had a problem with who I am or what I did. My dad on the other hand, well, let's say he never accepted the way I lived. He died 2 years ago and honestly, I didn't shed a tear. I stayed in contact with my mom throughout my whole traveling, still do. We're talking every other week. I kind of miss her now.

She sure could help me through this. She'd know what to do. I regret never having her told of Randy. I don't know why I never did. Maybe because I was afraid that she might get disappointed in me. Maybe because I was scared of her reaction to it, especially since I've sworn to her that I'd never have another affair after… well… you'll see what I'm talking about.

Now the first thing I've learned on my "vacation" was that my looks could get me further. I've met lots of guys who'd pay my hotel-room, my drinks, some groceries even, who'd pay my train-ticket just by being nice to them… and no I don't mean by sleeping with them, but actually by just being nice and asking them.

The first time I've been to Australia I pretty much fell in love with it. I decided to stay there for a while -three months in the end- until I got bored, not only of the city of Melbourne, but also of the affair I had there. Yes, I started an affair. Don't ask how it happened, but I got a kick out of it. Affairs started to become a part of my life. Everywhere I went I started one until I got sick of it or until his wife found out and I traveled on.

Good thing about an affair is that you are not committed to anyone. In addition, damnit, it definitely gives you a rush when the wife could catch you at any time.


The affairs have also been the reason I could afford traveling for that long. The men paid everything for me, I was happy and no one got hurt… well, besides the wives. But then again I was too egoistical to care about them.

My last affair ended rather sweet. His wife found out, rather caught us in the act of having sex and almost stabbed me with a knife. I got away somehow and decided that this shit finally had to end.

That's how I got here… and you all know how I got into being with Randy.

Even though I didn't want another affair… I was drawn to him. I was drawn to him from the very first moment I saw him stepping into the club that night.


He was different from all the other guys I've met so far. His eyes had shown pain that night, but also lust towards me. His whole aura took me into a ban. It was as if I knew him forever already and after that first night, I knew that I had to see him again.

He took care of me like no one else before. He made sure I had enough to eat; he made sure I stayed healthy or when I did get sick, he nursed me through it. He helped me get rid of my rat-hole of apartment, he helped me see what love really is, and he helped me get to know myself.

I never really knew who or what I am until I met him. He treated me like a princess, only a look from me and he knew what I wanted or needed.

And after only a few weeks I already knew that this was more than just another affair: I fell in love with him, hard and fast. The days without him became longer, the hours I didn't hear his voice on the phone became painful, the weeks he was on tour became almost too much to bare for me. We've never been apart for more than 10 days in a row. He always found a way to come to me, even if he was too exhausted to even stand on his own two feet anymore.

I had to have him, I needed him, and I wanted him to be mine forever. And that's what I still do. I love him with all my heart. I don't know what to do without him anymore. I don't know how to live without him.*


She slowly got up from the position she lay in, legs shaking, breathing heavily between sobs as she stood up straight. She looked around her hallway, feeling the emptiness inside of her heart now, realizing what had just happened, and seeing that he was really gone. A sudden stab in her stomach made her clutch onto it as she felt the pain going through her. The sudden stab brought her back down to her knees as she clung onto the drawer next to her, hand grasping it tightly while her other arm was wrapped around her waist, whispering.

"The baby… my baby… our baby."

She felt another stab going through her.

"Randy!"

It was the only word escaping her lips, too silent to be heard, a mere seconds before she passed out on the floor.

God, somehow I have a feeling that chapter sucks. I know it does, but seriously... I'm braindead right now.

You really hoped for a happy ending, huh? Well ... let me tell you something about me: I'm evil! muhahahaha Nevermind. Next chapter you'll find out what happens with Tammy and the baby and what Randy will do. Be jealous! (I just HAD to say that)