Chapter 12: Evan's Secret

I have never felt as alive as I did last night in Chris' arms. After we danced I went to my hotel room and slept damn well, even though I was nervous about the pay per view coming up. I woke up bright and early this morning at about 7. I walk to the in-hotel gym where two superstars I've seen before but don't remember their names are working out. I go to the punching bag and start jabbing at it.

My mind races with different emotions. Fear of the pay per view and of David bringing his goons to help out tops the other two emotions: anxiousness and love. I'm anxious to get to the pay-per-view because I want to get this match over with. And love…well…I think that's sort of obvious.

"Hey," I hear a familiar voice say, "what are you doing up this early?"

I turn to see Evan Bourne, smiling at me. I walk over to him and hug him, "Gotta train."

"For Breaking Point?"

"Yeah. It's Sunday. I'm so not ready."

"Why is that?"

"I've never been good at submission style matches," I sigh, "and now I'm going to be in the most important match of my entire career and it's a submission match."

Evan goes behind the punching bag and holds it still while I got back to working out. "So, let me get this straight. You're afraid to fight and you're still going to do it?"

"I'm not afraid." I grunt, throwing wild punches.

"But your whinning."

"Not whinning," I say, my anger starting to get the better of me.

"Complaining?"

One of my punches accidentally misses the bad and I jab Evan in the arm. A look of terror passes through his eyes, "Evan I'm so sorry." I apologize.

"I take that back," he laughs, brushing it off as though it was nothing. But I can tell that something else is wrong. Whatever secret he was holding behind his brown eyes is being brought forth. I cock my head to the side as I study him. I have to ask.

"Evan…if I ask you something do you swear to be completely honest with me?"

"Depends on what you want to ask," he mutters, the look in his eyes not going away.

"No, Evan," I shake my head, "you have to answer me no matter what I ask and you have to be honest with me."

For a moment I feel foolish, I am asking to much out of him. But I'm not. He's my friend and friends are suppose to be honest with each other. He clears his throat and says, "Fine. I'll be honest."

"What the hell are you hiding?" I ask.

Evan sits on the weight bench, hands clasped together in his lap and his head hung like he regrets something. He looks up at me and says, "Promise you won't tell a soul?"

"This is for my ears only." I confirm.

"To explain what I'm hiding I guess I should start from the beginning. Growing up, I had no one. My mom died when I was born and my dad put me up for adoption. I spent 18 years in a hell hole orphanage in St. Louis. Nobody wanted me. I wasn't as good looking as the other kids and I wasn't as precious. The day of my 18th birthday they tossed me out and I was completely alone."

"Wait, you told me you were 18 when…"

The look he gives me tells me to hush up as he continues, "I managed to get a job with the WWE as a coffee boy. I'd run around backstage doing errands for big shot stars like Triple H and Test. That's how I met Molly Holly, running errands." When I nod, he continues, "Molly and I became good friends and I really liked her. She may have been an older woman but she was so gorgeous. I asked her out and we hooked up.

At first it was great. She was so kind to me and I loved her so much. But…I remember when it started getting not so great. I had been staring at one of the girls backstage and Molly saw me. We got in this argument and…well…she slapped me. She slapped me so hard it split my lip open. I don't know if it was the blood on my face or the tears in my eyes but something about that appealed to her. Every time I would get in trouble after that, she would hit me. I just grew to think it was part of what made a good relationship."

I feel the tears coming to my eyes, "She abused you?"

"Physically AND emotionally," Evan says, "For the longest time I thought I was nothing. I guess the final straw came when she threatened to kill me. I decided right then that I was never going to let anyone hurt me like that ever again. I broke up with her."

"Evan…I didn't…"

"Look, as much as I love you Meghan, the next time you interrupt my story I'm going to duct tape your mouth shut," Evan jokes. I smile as he continues, "For a while it was hard for me to make friends with anyone. Mark was the first one who accepted me then the others. I always thought that people were going to hate me and hurt me. That's why I'm so shy."

"You never have to be shy, ever," I say, holding him close. Tears sting my eyes and I can't help but let a few tears slip. He releases me and wipes my tears away.

"Sweetie…" he replies.

I let out a deep sigh, "Evan…I have to tell you something…"

He takes a step back and says, "Yeah?"

"Evan…I'm dating Chris."

And just like that, Evan's sweet and loving demeanor is gone. He's now scowling a bit and he's looking at me like I shot him in cold blood. "How…you told me that….how could you!?"

"How could I what?" I ask, taken aback.

"You know I like you and yet you just asked him-"

"Evan, I didn't ask him out! He asked me and I said yes!" I defend myself.

"After all you said to me while you were in the hospital, was it just a lie!?"

"No! I meant all I said, your just taking this hard. I'm still your friend. I always will be." I reply trying to calm Evan down. I reach out for his hand but he just pulls away.

"I don't want to see you right now and I sure as hell don't want you to touch me." Evan storms off and I follow him.

"Evan…please…just hear me out!" I shout after him.

He turns back to me, walking backwards. "I don't want to hear you out! So stop following me!"

"Evan if you'd just listen!" I shout. He stops and turns to me.

"Just leave me the hell alone! I don't need you!" he shouts.

My eyes swell with tears, "I don't want to hurt you…"

"Well, you did hurt me. Now leave me alone!" he enters his hotel room and slams the door. I can hear him crying and I suddenly feel horrible. I didn't mean to hurt him so bad. I knew he like me and I liked him but…Chris is different. I just feel better when I'm with him. Evan's just a friend.

I head to my hotel room and pack my bags. When I get my bags packed, I grab my cell phone and text Evan. –Please don't be mad. I really want to still be your friend.—

After a few minutes I get a text message back. –Well, that's just dandy. Evan can't text until Sunday.—

My soul freezes in dread. –Who is this?—

--Oh I think you know who it is. I just upped the stakes for Breaking Point.—

--David you let him go!—

--I'll let him go after you beat me. If you don't beat me…--

I close my phone and throw it at the wall. Breaking Point just became personal.

What happened to Evan is purely fictional. Also, thanks to all of you who are reading and reviewing.