As soon as the thought had entered my head I was desperate to call Rocky. It had been so long since I had spoken to him. He would help me. It would lift the weight from my mind to talk to someone. Later that night I could put it off no more.

I stood up and kissed Paul on the forehead, "I'm going to run myself a bath honey."

I felt guilty already as I was about to go behind his back and talk to Rocky again but what else could I do?

I started the water running and called Rocky. He sounded surprised to hear from me, he knew I would be at home at this time, "Hey, is everything okay?" Just be honest.

"No Rocky, I need to see you. I need to talk. I need to see you tomorrow."

He sounded concerned, "Wait, what? What's wrong princess?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow, just please come over again. Go to the same hotel if you can."

"Calm down okay. I'll come, of course I will. I'll fly in tomorrow morning. Call me."

I was so relieved, "Thank you Rocky, thank you. I have to go."

I ended the call. Everything will be fine. Get everything off your chest tomorrow and you'll be fine. Now get in the bath and relax. If only it was that easy.

I lay in the bath with my eyes closed trying to relax when I realised I had a big problem. I had asked Rocky to meet me the next night, but tomorrow was Monday. I was supposed to be at Raw. I couldn't call Rocky back and ask him to come later in the week. I didn't want to wait until tomorrow let alone later in the week. I would just have to get out of going to Raw.

I sent a text to Rocky: I'm not going to Raw tomorrow. I will meet you in the afternoon after Paul flies out. I'll call you.

I spent Monday morning complaining to Paul about feeling ill. I was lying to him again but I needed to have an excuse why I wouldn't fly out to Raw with him. As he drove towards the airport I decided to wait until we were a mile or so away before I told him.

This is it, make it convincing! "Honey I'm not going to fly. I feel like death, I can't do it, not today. I'll never get through tonight."

He turned to me with a look of concern, "Are you sure baby? That's not like you. Maybe you'll feel better if you sleep on the flight? You can always just stay at the hotel if you still feel bad later."

I shook my head, "I can't. I feel so sick. I'm not going to fly. Will you talk to dad?"

He put his hand on my leg, "It's that bad? Are you sure you will be okay to drive home?"

"I'll have to be. I'll go pick up the girls and..."

He cut me off, "No. Leave the girls, if you're feeling that bad just go home and go to bed. Get some sleep and maybe you will feel a little better."

"Okay honey."

I felt terrible again but at least it had worked. After we got to the airport and he left me I got behind the wheel and drove away from the airport. Then I called Rocky, "Hey princess, you're not cancelling on me are you? You sounded out of it last night."

"No Rocky, have you got to the hotel yet? I mean have you flown in yet?"

"I'm here, I'm on my way to the hotel now."

I sighed with relief, "I'm going to head home and change then. I don't want a repeat of last time. I'll come right over."

I could tell he was grinning, "Wear something sexy princess."

"Don't Rocky, not today. I'll be there soon."

I drove home as fast as I could, I was really desperate to just to get there and speak to Rocky and get everything off my mind.

I pulled up in front of my house and rushed inside. All I needed to do was put a decent dress on and get out of there. I changed as quickly as I could and rushed back out to my car. I had just opened car the door when something hit me from behind.