Disclaimer: I do not own Christian/Jay Reso or WWE. I only own Dawn Ricard/Scarlet, and of course, the plot.
Mike needs me? Dawn thought to herself. She looked up at Kevin, who was still holding her hand as he waited for her response. She swallowed as she shook her hand away from his grip. Her hands were shaking now and she was feeling really bothered.
"What?" Dawn asked Kevin, completely dazed. She didn't know whether to believe him or not - he might be doing all of this just so he could bring her to Mike, who was waiting for her in their hotel room to do bad things to her.
Kevin nodded. "He needs you like air, Dawn. He's pretty messed up."
Dawn narrowed her eyes at him. In her mind, she laughed. He didn't seem to look messed up tonight at the live show. She thought to herself. "Messed up? He didn't seem to look like it."
Kevin sighed. "Mike's a trainwreck. Just come with me to the hotel and you'll see."
Dawn thought about it for a few minutes, and she found herself wanting to go with Kevin. Confusion washed over her; the past few days, she'd been trying to push Mike away from her, and yet, somehow, he found ways to get her back in his life and she's giving in to him. If Mike planned this, Dawn knew he planned it real good.
"Okay, I'll come with you. Wait for me in the parking lot, I'll just change my clothes." Dawn replied, finally giving in.
Kevin's eyes lit up and nodded. "Alright. Take all the time you need."
Dawn nodded, and Kevin walked out of her room. Dawn walked towards the door and locked it. She then grabbed her bag, which was sitting beside the vanity table, and got inside the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, she was ready to go. She had washed off her make-up and ran a comb through her red hair. She was now dressed in a black Ralph Lauren polo shirt, dark denim skinny jeans and silver ballet flats. Dawn took a look at herself in the mirror of the vanity table before going out of her dressing room. When she got out, she closed her dressing room door quietly. She walked down the right hallway and then went left. She then turned right, and then turned left. She opened the secret exit door John showed her the other day, and got out of the coliseum.
When Dawn made it to the parking lot, she looked for the car Kevin was in. Since they travel a lot and don't really take their cars with them all the time, most of them used rental cars. As Dawn was walking down the parking lot, the third car to her right - a silver Nissan Murano - honked. She headed towards it and Kevin opened the passenger side's door for her. She got in and he immediately drove out of the parking lot.
During the ride, Dawn didn't talk to Kevin; she had a lot on her mind. Why did Mike need her? He had Maryse; wasn't she enough for him? And then there was Stu, whom she haven't talked to properly for the past few days. They were still roommates, which she found strange because she wasn't on SmackDown anymore. She knew that he'll probably move out soon, and another wrestler or Diva from Raw would be her new roommate. She missed joking around with him, and it seemed like he was avoiding her. And last but not the least... Jay. Jay never really leaves her mind. Sure, she'd think about something else, but then she'll be thinking about him a few moments later. They'd been texting since Saturday, but he stopped texting her this morning, and she didn't know why.
Dawn sighed as she looked at the car's window, seeing the road. The rain started to pour, and it was making the window a bit blurry. Kevin looked at her from the corner of his right eye and sighed; she looked pretty messed up, but not as messed up as Mike is probably right now.
A few minutes later, Kevin and Dawn made it to the hotel. Dawn was the first one to get out of the silver Nissan Murano. One of the hotel's employees held up a large, black umbrella over her, shielding her from the pouring rain until she made it to the hotel's entrance. She looked behind her and found Kevin just getting out of the car. Another hotel employee ran towards Kevin and held up an umbrella over him, though it was a bit useless because he was taller than the guy who was trying to protect him from the rain. Kevin just told the guy who was holding the umbrella to stop, and the guy nodded, closing his umbrella and running towards the entrance. Kevin gave the rental car's keys to the valet, and followed Dawn. When Kevin was beside her, they went inside the hotel.
They walked towards the elevator, and had to wait for it to go down and open up. When it finally did, the people who were inside got out, and Dawn and Kevin went in. Kevin pressed the button labeled with the number nine. The two didn't talk while they were inside the elevator, and they hurriedly got out when they were finally on the ninth floor. The hallway was cold and empty. Dawn followed Kevin as he walked down the hallway, stopping in front of room 905 - Mike's hotel room.
Kevin put his hand on the freezing gold doorknob and took the keycard out of his jacket's pocket. But before sliding the keycard into the lock, he looked at Dawn.
"You ready?" Kevin asked her.
Dawn took a deep breath. Her heart was beating rapidly and her knees were going limp. What have I gotten myself into? She thought to herself. Dawn knew that this would only bring her trouble. Whatever this is, she expected it to be good because she still had a house show for SmackDown tomorrow night.
"Let's just get this over with."
Kevin nodded, and slid the keycard in the lock. When the light turned green, he twisted the doorknob and got inside of the room. He made way for Dawn to step inside.
Once she was in, Dawn was greeted by the stench of vodka and bourbon. She frowned - she didn't drink much, and wasn't really used to drinking. She saw empty bottles of various brands of alcoholic drinks cluttering the floor. Dawn looked at Kevin.
"Are you sure that this is Mike's hotel room?" Dawn asked. She remembered how Mike was sort-of a neat freak, and this hotel room smelled and looked so bad, it couldn't be Mike's.
Kevin nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure."
Dawn still wasn't convinced. Suddenly, she heard Mike loudly singing the chorus of Lady Antebellum's hit song, Need You Now. She now believed Kevin when she heard Mike's voice.
Since the room had a little archway that you have to go through before you can make it to where the bed was, Dawn didn't see Mike right away. When she got in the actual room, she saw Mike lying on the floor, with a bottle of half-empty Jack Daniels in hand as he stared at the ceilling while singing. Dawn gasped and knelt down beside him. The corners of his eyes were moist, and the whites in his eyes were bloodshot - he had been crying alright.
Dawn bit her lower lip - he was nowhere like this a few hours ago. How did he got here so fast, and got drunk so quickly?
Dawn looked behind her and found Kevin picking up empty bottles off the floor. Mike was still singing quite loudly, and slightly pitchy. Dawn winced, but tried to ignore it - it was typical for anyone who was drunk.
"Kevin, how long had he been drinking?" Dawn asked.
"He'd had three or four bottles of beer in the locker room a few hours ago. If I hadn't stopped him, he would've gotten drunk and he wouldn't been able to perform tonight." Kevin replied as he put in a bottle in the black garbage bag that he was holding.
Dawn bit her lower lip and shook her head in disapproval. "Is this the first night he'd been... you know... like this?"
Kevin shook his head. "No. He'd been drinking heavily since Saturday night."
"Do you know why he's been doing it?" Dawn asked, the feeling worry consuming her.
Kevin lowered his head and shook his head no. "I wish I knew why, Dee, but I don't. But, I did notice how moody he's been lately, and he's only like that when he gets in a lover's quarrel with Maryse."
Dawn sighed and nodded. "I see."
Kevin picked up the last bottle off the floor and put it inside the garbage bag before tying the upper part of the bag into a knot. "I'm not trying to offend you or anything Dee, but I think you were the cause of their lover's quarrel. I've noticed how you're all he ever thinks about, and well... I decided to bring you here because he always looks for you when he's drunk, and keeps saying that he needs you."
Dawn's eyes widened. "You've got to be kidding me, Kevin!"
Kevin shook his head and chuckled humorlessly. "I'm not kidding Dee. Anyway, I'll leave you two alone for a while - I need to take the garbage out."
Dawn was about to protest and prevent him from leaving, but he got out of the room swiftly.
I really need to stop being the third wheel in a happy couple's relationship. She thought to herself. All of a sudden, she felt Mike's hand on her right knee. Her head turned to look at Mike, who was looking up at her.
"Dawn, didn't you just heard what I sang?" Mike asked her. He absolutely pulled some strings in her confused heart. He was smiling hopefully at her, and his eyes were moist with tears.
"I heard you perfectly, Mike." Dawn replied as she swallowed.
Mike squeezed his hand and Dawn felt his fingertips sinking into her jeans. She bit her lower lip. "I need you now, Dawn. Don't you need me, too?"
A few months ago, Dawn needed Mike. But, if she told him now that she needed him too, she'd be lying. She needed something or someone else, although she didn't know what or who could she possibly need. Dawn took a deep breath.
"Mike, I-"
Before she could even speak, Mike rose up and crashed his lips on hers. Dawn put her hands on his chest, pushing him away from her. Tears suddenly started pouring down from her blue eyes and they fell like a waterfall down her face.
"What's wrong, Dawn?" Mike asked, sounding absolutely concerned and as if he wasn't even drunk at all.
Dawn looked at him, tears still pouring down from her eyes. "I'm... conflicted, Mike. This isn't right."
Mike brought his hands up to touch her face. He gently lifted her face so he could see her. He looked right into her eyes. Dawn closed her eyes, trying not to make eye contact with him, because she knew she'd only miss staring into his baby blue orbs. "I don't care if this is right or wrong; if it's wrong, then it feels so, so right."
And with that, Mike kissed her again. Dawn knew he was right; even though he's completely drunk right now. Dawn was perfectly sure that when he wakes up the next morning, he won't remember a single thing that transpired tonight.
Mike kissed her passionately. His breath reeked of alcohol, but Dawn didn't care. Their feelings were heating up the room, and the both of them. Mike brought his hands down from her face and placed them on her waist. Dawn wrapped her arms around him in response. Then she felt Mike squeezing her hips, and she returned the gesture by tugging on his hair. Mike licked her bottom lip to deepen the kiss, and Dawn parted her lips, allowing him to slid his tongue inside her mouth.
After a few minutes of kissing passionately, Dawn pulled back. Both of them were breathless - especially Dawn. She stood up, wiping the tears off her eyes and cheeks.
"I have to go now." Dawn said, her swollen lips trembling as she said it. As she approached the door, Mike hugged her from behind. Dawn lowered her head as she started to cry again. She missed being hugged like this.
"Stay with me." Mike pleaded as he buried his head into the crook of her neck. She felt his tears on the skin of her neck, and she cried even harder. The two of them stood there for a moment, crying, before Dawn mustered enough strength to lift her arms, and pried his arms off her.
Dawn grabbed the doorknob and got outside as fast as she can. She bumped into Kevin, who stepped out a while ago and was just coming back after taking out the trash.
"Whoa! Dee, what happened?" Kevin asked, grabbing her shoulders.
Dawn didn't reply to him; instead, she pushed him away and ran down the hall, wanting to get away from Kevin, and Mike.
When Dawn made it to her hotel room, she took the keycard from her bag and unlocked the door. When she got inside, she hoped to see Stu sitting on his bed, but she didn't. His bed was neatly made, and his luggage were gone. Now, she was lonely and depressed. Why didn't Stu text or call her to let her know that he was moving out?
First it was Mike, and now it was Stu. Dawn had expected Stu to move out, but what affected her is the fact that he didn't even bother letting her know that he was. Maybe he hated her again, but what did she actually do to make him despise her for the second time?
Dawn collapsed onto her bed. She buried her head into the pillow and muffled her screams with it. After that, she punched her bed as hard as she could. As she weeped some more, she heard her phone ringing. Feeling miserable and anti-social, she didn't bother getting up from her bed, pick her bag off the floor, take out her phone, and answer the call. Her phone kept ringing until she heard her voice mail greeting go on.
Hi! This is Dawn and unfortunately, I can't pick up right now. Leave your message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Jay heard the beep, but he didn't leave a message. Instead, he cancelled the call and placed his phone on the nightstand. He got the chance to hear her voice, and that's just what he needed.
No - what he needed was to see her, to be with her. It was almost midnight and Jay had been tossing and turning on his bed for a few hours now, trying to sleep. But, he couldn't sleep; his thoughts were consuming him. He met up with his lawyer today, and his divorce was getting a bit strained. It added a lot of weight on his shoulders and stressed him out. He'd spent a lot of time and money on this divorce, and he was going to get it no matter what. He'd put Denise into so much now, he just couldn't stand to suffocate the woman anymore. She needed to be free, but he knew she wouldn't be so free that easily. Him and Denise were like a dove and a rope - Denise being the dove who was trying to fly, but a rope keeps her down - the rope was Jay.
Jay groaned. He grabbed his earphone and phone from the nightstand, and thought that if he listened to some music, it might clear his head. He plugged the earphones in his phone, and put on the earphones. He put his playlist on shuffle, and the first song that played was In My Veins by Andrew Belle. Jay knew the lyrics to the song, and he could relate to it. He sang along with the song.
"Oh you're in my veins, and I cannot get you out."
I can't get you out of my veins, Dawn. Jay thought to himself.
After she decided that she was done crying, Dawn decided to calm herself down. She felt tired, and she just wanted to sleep. If she could sleep forever, she will, but that was impossible. She was listening to her iPod, because other than sleep, music was her only escape from this cruel world. I Should Be Lost Without You by David Condos started playing. She was about to skip the song, but as she listened to it, it made her feel better. She then remembered Jay.
I should be lost without you... Jay. She thought to herself before closing her eyes.
Dawn needed to feel at peace while Jay needed to find solace. The two of them needed a lot of things, but there was only one thing they knew they really needed; each other.
Author's note: What an emotional chapter, don't you guys think? :)) Anyway, this was actually fun to write, despite how sad it is. I hope you enjoyed this one, and I promise to cut off the dramatic stuff in the next chapter. Let me know how I'm doing, what you think of this chapter and this story, what would you like to see in the upcoming chapters, etc. by leaving a story review. Please, and thank you! :D
By the way... WHO'S EXCITED AS I AM FOR OVER THE LIMIT? I really do hope Christian wins the title back from Randy Orton. If Christian doesn't win, I will forever boycott SmackDown. -_-
Songs I listened to while writing this:
Farther Down - Neon Trees
Everything - Lifehouse
Need You Now - Lady Antebellum
In My Veins - Andrew Belle
Please Forgive Me - David Gray
Can't Escape Your Eyes - Sleeperstar
Helpless - Neon Trees
Jilted Lovers and Broken Hearts - The Killers
Which To Bury, Us or the Hatchet - Relient K
Run Dry - Civil Twilight