Chapter 2

Alana was at the mental institute for almost a month. The doctors did several tests and interviews on Alana. According to the police, Alana was still a suspect, along with the mysterious drunk driver, whose name has not been released. Phil and Sylvia wanted the wedding in Cincinnati, where they first fell in love and had the one night stand, after months hating each other. Alana planned most of the wedding, doing the cake, planning the trip, while Sylvia looked for her perfect wedding dress.

Punk tried to convince the police to take Alana's name off the suspect list. There was no way that Alana could possibly kill her. Sylvia died because of an accident. From what he had learned so far was that drunk driver hit the limo, on the side where Sylvia was hitting, the impact on her was greater than anybody on the vehicle. Things were still unclear and had to uncover many unanswered questions.

Punk reached to the mental institute to pick up Alana, already coming her way down the steps, looking bright and happy. Punk's heart sunk, as she began to look more and more like her sister. He got out of the car, and ran to Alana, hugging her. "Are you alright?"

Alana stood still, taken by surprise. "Yes, I'm fine. I had to sign some papers and do a lot of tests. It's no wonder; people are going crazy in there. They actually make you go crazy." She complained.

"I am really sorry. I tried my best to get you out there earlier, but they insisted that you needed to be looked after for a while. I don't even understand why."

Alana looked at Punk, without saying a word, studying his face. "You haven't been eating." Alana commented, changing the subject.

Punk drew a sharp breath. Alana threw her hands back in retreat. "I am just worried about you, you know that."

Punk held her hand by the fingers, smiling at her, silently thanking her. "Let's go. I'll take you home. We'll get food on the way."

Alana grinned, looking extremely happy, which concerned Punk slightly.

In the present…

"Alana, please stop it. This is the second time; you said you were Sylvia, since that incident."

Punk frowned, looking hurt, which immediately annoyed Alana.

"You had no problem calling her name, while having sex with me, after my sister died." Alana spoke up, with slight look of resentment, which Punk immediately caught.

"Don't say that!" Punk hissed at her, sounding mad.

Alana slowly walked towards Punk, her hands behind her back.

"Do you miss her, Punk?" she whispered into his lips. Alana's heart began beating when she drew close to him, their bodies touching. "Do you miss her touch? Her kiss…" she said, almost moaning, as her lips touched his lips.

"Stop." He begged, staring at her lips, sounding weak, setting off a smirk on Alana's face.

"I wonder what Sylvia would think about your relationship with Maria. Wonder what she would do to her and you." Alana said, which was Punk's last straw of patience.

Punk reached out to grab her shoulders, pushing her back on the wall, forcefully, causing her to wince

"Phil, that hurts!" she whined, glaring at him in pain.

Punk let go of immediately, feeling remorseful. "I'm sorry, Alana. I didn't mean to hurt you. But you should know that that my life is personal."

Alana rolled her eyes at him, crossing her arms. "That's not even the real question I wanted to ask. Sylvia would definitely kill you for almost killing me, you realize that right?" she asked, looking at him with upset.

This pushed Punk even more, as he still surrounded Alana, banging his arms at the wall, on both sides of her. "I swear I would never hurt you. Not in a million years." He said, in the most sincere manners she had ever seen.

"How do I know that? Especially with that inhaler that almost killed me," She questioned, giving him a compelled look.

Punk gazed into her eyes, as he drew near to her, kissing her forehead softly. Her eyes grew wide, couldn't believe what just happened. Alana almost wanted to throw something at him, but she couldn't because she was too shocked instead.

"I couldn't ever hurt someone like you, Alana," Punk whispered into her ear.

Alana was curious as to what he meant by his words, as her hopes was rising up. "What you do mean someone like me?" Alana asked, turned her face towards Punk, looking hopeful

Punk stared back, with a slight flinch of hesitation. He drew a sharp breath and gave an earnest caring smile. "I promised Sylvia that I would never hurt you. That's…what I meant," Punk said, very slowly and carefully. "I promise, I will make it up to you for what happened with that inhaler incident. I will fix it, just like I promised Sylvia."

The hopes that arose like the budding flower fell to the ground petal by petal.

"Oh I see," Alana smiled, trying to look amused to cover her deep wound.

In the past…

Alana noticed that Punk was acting very sweet. She didn't know how to take this in personally. She never experienced this side of Punk, especially towards her. He brought her food, and her favorite dessert, chocolate cake. Punk will never realize how many times he had stolen her heart, especially with his yummy cake. She began to take a bite, while staring at Punk's sleeping face.

She knew that he was extremely exhausted, the minute he sat on the couch when they both got inside her apartment. Alana kept staring his face. He looked so innocent and like a child. After she finished her last bite, she set the plate on the coffee table. She got up and sat down on the ground, beside Punk, ruffling his hair, softly as she could. She traced his strong jaw, which made her feel weak. He was such a beautiful man. A man that she could never have. She never felt so sad inside of her, as she touched his nose, tracing it downwards, feeling his skin, and listening to him breathe.

Alana felt exhausted from everything. She laid her head down towards the curled position Punk was sleeping in. Her head rested on Punk's stomach.

She didn't notice that Punk opened his eyes to look at her. He wondered if she knew how many times he touched her just like when she was touching him when asleep.

He smiled at the thought.

A strand of hair fell on top of her nose, and without a conscious thought, Punk picked the strand of hair and placed it behind her earlobe. Alana eyes shot open, as she looked at Punk, silently. Punk stared back with an amusing smile as if he knew something. He put his finger on her nose, and traced it downwards, as Alana's cheeks began to flush with heat and her face scrunched up upon realization.

She immediately hid in pit of her arms, avoiding eye contact.

"Come here," Punk said, moving aside, to make space, while grabbing tightly to Alana's arm.

Alana still avoided eye contact, shook her head no.

"Please." He begged, soothingly.

Alana frowned, slightly glanced at him, as he smiled at her, with an expectant look on his face.

She sighed as she slowly dragged herself, along with the help of Punk grabbing her towards him. He wrapped his arms around her, tighter, surprising her. Punk placed his head on her head, his eyes closed, breathing softly.

Then a few moments later, he opened his eyes and raised his head to look at Alana. Alana wasn't sure what he was thinking about or what he was feeling. He came towards her very closely, she almost pulled herself back, but Punk didn't allow it. His lips trembled as he kissed her.

"What are you doing Phil?" she whispered hoarsely.

"Just for today, please," Punk replied, shushing her afterwards. He cupped her chin, leaning towards her, kissing her one more time. Then he traveled down to her neck, laying down soft kisses, as Alana threw her head back. He groaned weakly. He cradled her neck, while he held her breast with his other hand, rubbing her hardened nipple with his thumb, causing Alana to moan lightly.

Alana didn't feel pleased.

She felt even more hurt.

Was he pretending that she was Sylvia? If so, it was enough to destroy her. Alana felt hatred and betrayal yet again, just like that day in the limo with her sister. Her last words towards her dead sister, was "I hate you…"

So far she hasn't regretted those words.

hehe I feel really excited for this series, just to let you know, she is going back to the WWE soon, and there are some foreshadowing (i think that is what you call it), and some connection to the last series, type of thing, I hope you guys caught it. ...I had to say it, I felt so happy writing this part. anyways, thanks for reading my series and to my reviewers, means so much to me. xoxo senriya!