There was a cold, dark, murky bottomless pit. And she was in it.
There was no way out of this. Dean had put her in a situation where she was in the middle of himself, Punk and Sylvia.
She was a fucking puppet. That's how she is seeing it. She could already foresee the future. Punk was going to hate her. Alana wasn't planning on telling Phil that Sylvia was alive. No matter how many times it played in her head; she doesn't know how to break this news to him.
Alana curled herself into a ball on the huge bed in the hotel room. She was in Boston, and the Raw live show just ended. She should have left by now, but Alana figured she need to rest and sort things out now. Dean, Roman and Seth left with Punk, as she seen them drive away with their stuff, while she hid from them. If Punk saw her, she would have no choice but to leave with them. Last thing, she needed was to be near Punk or Dean.
However, she couldn't handle anything at this point. She was scared. She wanted to cry. But, she couldn't. Alana was unable to express any emotion. She was just strangely calm.
Then suddenly, there was loud knock on her door. Alana sat up instantly, as she felt a rush of adrenaline through her veins. She wondered who could be at the door. She tried to pick at her memory. She knew she didn't call room service. Alana sat back down, even though she was now more awake. She was too tired to see who was at the door.
Then again, there was another knock on the door. She sighed, as she picked herself up, and walked to the door. She stood still for a moment, trying to listen, who was on the other side. She couldn't hear any voices.
However, Alana didn't move. A thought passed by that made her blood rush up to her head. What if it was Sylvia, knocking? Oh God, she felt nauseous at the thought. Today was just not her day.
She opened the door slowly, as she slightly peeked, with her head out the door, to see how who it was.
"Alana, what are you doing? It's just us." Phil pushed the door open, holding two boxes of pizza in his hands. Alana breathed out silently, looking at him gratefully, as Phil returned a puzzled look.
However, it seemed he wasn't the only guest in her hotel room. Dean, Roman and Seth were right behind him. They didn't come in yet, as they all smiled cheerfully Alana.
"Come in," Alana said, shyly, gesturing for them to come inside, as they willingly walked into her hotel room.
Dean stepped beside Alana, as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Phil was watching as he was sharing a few words with Seth and Roman.
"How are you feeling?" Dean asked. Alana pushed his hand away.
"What do you think?" Alana asked, feeling little more irritated by the minute.
"Wanna make out like the last time...so you can feel better?" Dean asked, smirking at her.
"What did you guys say?"
Alana eyes got bigger, as she noticed Punk standing right in front of them.
"I asked her if we were going to make out." Dean said, slowly, stressing on every word.
"Do you have any shame, Dean?" Alana gritted through her teeth.
"No." He said, smirking again.
"You had sex with him?" Punk asked, sounding hurt.
"Yes," Alana said, feeling worried, even though she felt she had no right to be.
"Wow…you are just like very whore, I know." Punk replied, walking out the door, in anger.
Everyone in the room looked shocked, as Dean laughed. Alana's mouth flew open. She couldn't believe. In front of everybody, he said that to her. Of all people, to her, he said that.
All this time, Alana was there for him, during the break-ups, and with Sylvia. She forgave him about the incident and now in return he calls her a whore?
Alana took her keys, and her handbag. Dean tried to stop her, but didn't reach her in time. She walked out of her room, tears falling from her face. She gave up. She didn't want to handle anything anymore.
"I hate you, Phil! I hate you so much!" Alana screamed, before walking to the stairs.
Phil turned around, with a look of surprise and regret. However, before anyone had a say, she was gone.
Two hours have passed by, and Alana didn't return to the hotel, yet. The tears streaming from her face wouldn't stop. The more Alana thought about him, the angrier she felt, the more hurt she kept accumulating. How oblivious could Punk get? Weren't her feelings obvious enough?
She really thought about it. When Maria cheated on him, she was there with fucking chocolate. When Punk asked her to come with him and Sylvia, she decided to go. When he almost killed her, she forgave him. All out of love. Yet, he acted like a fucking ass.
If Sylvia ever planned to make the surprise appearance, Alana would actually be satisfied by the horrid look on his face. It was worth it. After all she hated him. Her words were clear as the sun.
She turned into a small driveway and parked the car. She leaned pack against the seat, she wiped her tears away. The minute the she wiped her tears away, more would keep coming, and she kept on wiping it away with her hands. Why was destiny so keen on their relationship? If only, she could fall in love with someone else. It would be a nice change.
Alana turned her head towards her window, looking through the glass. She was actually parked in front of an ice cream store. She chuckled lightly, smiling very little. Well, this must be fate. Ice cream had a way of making her feel better.
She got out of her car, and headed inside the small vintage-like ice cream store. She saw a brownie mnm's ice cream that hooked her heart. She ordered a large waffle cup. Afterwards, paying for her ice cream and receiving it, Alana walked to the small table in the far corner, where no one could see her.
She took a bite and felt her appetite dissipating. It seemed nothing was making her feel better.
As she took a another bite, she felt a hand on her shoulder, immediately startling her. Alana didn't move. She couldn't. She was scared to face anybody at this point. He buried his face in between her neck and shoulder. Alana's heart began to beat, but there was no way, she was about to show any mercy this time, to anyone.
(Who is coming to her rescue, Dean Ambrose or Punk?! Even, I'm wondering hehehe (o))
"Hello Vince."
"Ah, Sylvia, what a nice surprise. How are you feeling?"
"My recovery is almost 99% complete. I have a few things to take care of, and some paperwork."
"Good good, should I expect you in a week, Ms. Sylvia?"
"Yes, sir. I will officially make my debut in a week."
"Good! It seemed you and Alana vs. The bellas, might be the biggest hit for our company. Thanks to you, of course."
"Oh sir! No need for flattery. I am just excited to be back to do what I love the most. Personally, I want to thank you for bringing me back. Can't wait to see all of my lovely family so soon. I am pretty sure that they will be ecstatic, when they see me!"
"I'm sure they will be. See you soon, Ms. Sylvia!"
"Same to you! Thank you, Mr. Vince." "heh…about time…"
(Guess who's back!)
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