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Chapter Twenty - Regret
I love Wade.
I love Wade.
I love Wade.
If I continue to say it maybe it will sink in?
I certainly have strong feelings for him, is it love, no. Not yet.
I lay cradled in Wade's arm as he snored softly; I hadn't slept since we finished our love making, I envied his ability to fall asleep so quickly… well I did wear him out. I turned to look at his face; his was completely at ease so different to what everyone sees on television with his signature scowl and a raised lip playing the sinister bad guy. I noticed my phone flashing on the dresser, I slowly got out of bed and put on my discarded top careful not to wake Wade so I tip-toed down the stairs and snuck outside, sitting on the nearest pool chair, "Is there a particular reason why are you calling me at 2 am?" I whispered into the phone,
"Your with Wade?" he asked, his voice was full of aggressiveness.
"Yeah." I crossed my arm over my chest and closed my eyes.
"Why?" he asked, I heard cluttering in the background,
"I don't owe you an explanation." I heard grunting and a bang, "Where are you Phil?"
"Gym."
"Why the fuck did you call?" I spat into the phone, why did I even answer the phone?
"I wanted to hear if you were fucking Wade straight from you." I rolled my eyes,
"We aren't fucking we are together." My breath was ragged from the growing rage rising in my gut.
"Are you with him now?" he asked,
"I'm at his house, yes." I spoke, trying to even my breathing.
"So all that stuff you said in Chicago is bullshit?"
I paused, my rage was taking over and I clenched my hand into a fist, "No it wasn't but if you remember you said you we can't be together and left the party so you don't get a say."
"Bu-" he started, I cut him off.
"Don't talk to me anymore unless it is about work, you say we can't be together and you keep doing things that make me think other wise. For my sanity please, please, please, leave me alone because your breaking my heart and while you keep hanging around I can't get over you and that's something that I need to do," I wiped a tear from my cheek and took in a deep breath, "Goodbye Phil. Don't ever call again." I hung up the phone and put my head in my hands and cried, I let everything I have kept bottled up for the past two days pour out, I was trying to cry out all happy memories of Phil, I didn't want to remember anything about him. I didn't know how long I sat out there but when my tears dried up I threw some water on my face from the kitchen sink and slid back into bed with Wade so my face was snuggled into his chest.
"Are you alright love?" he asked groggily, nuzzling his face into the top of my hair.
"Everything is perfect now." I snuggled closer to him.
I love Wade.
I love Wade.
I love Wade.
"Scott you have seriously got to help me." I dragged my last piece of baggage down the stairs.
"You'll be fine champ. Isn't it a boyfriend's job?" he leaned against my car concentrating on his iPhone.
"He is just picking up the last of the food and protein powder before we head off." I walked over to Scott and put my hands in my back pockets.
"Phil called me last night." I rubbed my tired eyes,
"Why?" he stood up straight, intrigued by the change of topic.
"He was asking why I was with Wade and I told him it was none of his business and that he was never to call me again unless its about work." Scott's eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Do you want me to talk to him?" he asked, he put hands on my shoulders and lowered down to my level. "Did he say anything rude?"
"Well the whole conversation he spent attacking me. Have I done the wrong thing moving on quickly?" I asked him, knowing that he well give me the honest answer.
"Maybe. I'm not sure. You're moving on and that's something you have to do," he looked at me sympathetically, "Phil wears his heart on his sleeve and you can understand how it can hurt him."
"Hurt him?! He was the one that said no and he keeps doing shit like that. It hurts me." He pulled me in for a hug,
"Hey guys what's going on?" Wade stepped out of his Lexus RX 350, and took off his aviator sunglasses.
"Nothing, you want in on this group hug?" Scott asked, Wade put his hand on his shoulder and smiled, I was thankful that he understood Scott's sense of humor,
"I think Bethany might get too jealous." He winked at me and proceeded to pack our things in the back of his cars boot,
"So why aren't you taking your shiny new car?" asked Scott,
"We are travelling with Sheamus and Layla for this leg so we needed the extra room." I dropped the car keys into Scott's hand, "Look after my baby when I'm gone." He smiled like a kid in a candy store; he pulled me back into a big hug, "Be good Scott, I will see you in a few months."
"I will look after it and I might be dropping by for Wrestlemania." He winked and jumped into the drivers seat, "Look after my baby Wade." He joked; Wade walked over and slid his hand around my waist,
"Of course I will Scott." He looked down at me and smiled, "You ready to start your first big tour?" I nodded picking up my handbag,
"Yep. Let's get going." We got into the car and began a very long six months.
I took up my usual space next to Ryback and gave him the 'sup' nod which he returned,
"So how's the script for this week?" he asked, he lay down for a gluteal stretch,
"It's interesting. I just got out of the creative meeting they warned us about the 'intensity' of our segment." He looked over confused and I nodded in response,
"It's a big turn for the story line. Wade's hopefully going to get a really big heel reaction from the crowd. But enough about my crap, am I currently sitting in the presence of a future WWE champion?" I asked with a nudge of my shoulder,
"Yeah at Wrestlemania." He hid a wide smile from me,
"That's incredible congratulations!" I enthused, "Once in a lifetime opportunity don't screw it up." He looked at me and I spotted a wave of nervousness appear on his face,
"I hope I don't."
"I was kidding. You'll be perfect." He looked down at his watch,
"It's almost time for your segment, I'll be watching by the monitors."
"Smell you later Skip."
I picked myself off the mat and put my hand in my hair, preparing for 'Down Under', which I hit perfectly and pinned her for the 3 count. "And your winner, Sydney!" called Justin Roberts, I was handed my title which I raised high above my head in victory but it was interrupted, "Sydney!" Punk sprinted down the ramp; he rolled into the ring and pushed me behind him, "What's going on?" I cried, hugging my title to chest, "Just stay back." He spoke; on cue 6 men ran down the ramp followed by Wade Barrett he strutted behind them with a smug look on his face, I dropped my title to the ground and raised my fists in fighting stance, ready for what was to come next. The men erupted into the ring and Punk pushed my defensively into the corner; they stopped waiting for the their leaders instruction, he crossed his arms and acted as if he had won the battle. My body was flat against Punk's back his hand tight against the ropes, "Don't you dare touch her." He warned, I couldn't see past Punk, "It's going to be alright." He whispered over his shoulder, my body was pumping with adrenaline and touching my body against his was too much for me, I was going to explode, I tried my best to push further into the corner to separate our bodies but it couldn't be done.
"Give me the girl Punk." Wade spoke into the microphone,
"No." Punk spat back at him.
Wade laughed, "Your stubbornness will be the end of you. I'll take a different approach," He held out his hand, "Sydney, baby, come here and Punk won't be harmed."
Punk shook his head, "No Syd, it's a trap." I put my hand on his forearm and nodded, I ducked under his arm and walked over to Wade taking his hand.
"Get him." Yelled Wade, I went to run back to Punk but Wade caught me and pulled me against his chest, the six men back attacking Punk, he fell to the mat trying to defend himself, I struggled against Wade's arms, I was screaming and kicking trying to break free.
"Stop," Wade commanded, "Hold her." He motioned for two of his thugs, each grabbed one of my arm, "Bring her closer I want her to see this." They lifted me up and pulled me closer, I continued to struggle.
"Let me go." I screamed, he grabbed my face roughly and pushed it towards Punk, I saw his wild eyes, and they were dead inside. I have never seen him like this before. I stopped acting and the situation became real, my stomach was filled with dread and I was terrified of Wade. My body froze and went stiff I tried to struggle but I could hardly lift my arms. He roughly grabbed my hand and I felt a sharp pain; I screamed when the pain ran up my arm, "Wade please stop you're hurting me." I whispered, but he didn't stop he just looked at me with those dead eyes and stayed in character and it almost felt like his grip tightened.
He kissed me roughly, "Do you like that Punk?" Wade motioned to his goon who held out Punk's arm and was handed a steel rod by another and in a swift swing he brought it down on his arm. I managed to break free of the men kicking one in the shin and scratching the other in the eye with my good hand, I threw myself on Punk doing my best to protect him and his 'broken arm', tears ran down my face and I buried my face in my arms, too scared to look up and see the deranged look on my boyfriends face. Wade's group left the ring leaving me to hold up the infamous 'x' with my arms signaling for medics.
I held my injured hand gingerly with the other holding the stretcher Punk was laying on with the other, we got to the backstage area where Ryback was waiting for me, he ran over as soon as he saw me;
"Is it broken?" he asked, inspecting my hand without touching it.
I nodded, my legs were feeling weak and I was getting that familiar feeling that I was going to pass out.
"Shit Bethany you're really pale. C'mon let go." He picked me up and ran down the hallway to the first aid room,
"Bruce! Bethany's broken her hand." Bruce was on full alert,
"I thought something was wrong when I watched the segment." He began his preparations to inspect my hand; Ryback sat next to me and I could just see over his shoulder to the door outside, I spotted Phil hanging around quickly glancing inside to me but I couldn't see Wade. Bruce put pressure on various parts of my hand, he found the sore spot and I cried out, tears still running down my face. Ryback protectively put an arm around me.
"Where is she?" I heard Wade's voice outside,
"Man she's broken her hand, she's in first aid." Spoke Phil, Wade pushed past him
"Bethany are you okay?" he went to put a hand on my knee but I jerked away, the memory of his wild eyes still burning in my brain,
"I'm sorry." He spoke, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." He slouched on his knees,
I looked away, I didn't want to talk, Ryback knew it too.
"Maybe just come back a little later." he spoke, Wade looked up those wild eyes made a reappearance,
"Who the fuck are you? Bethany's my girlfriend and I have no idea who you are." Wade spat at Ryback standing over him, Phil walked into the room ready to break up a fight if it started, Ryback stood eye to eye with him,
"I'm guy who didn't break her hand that's for sure and when I said I think you should leave it wasn't a suggestion." Ryback cracked his knuckles and neck,
"What the-" I cut Wade off.
"You should leave Wade." I whispered, my head was still dropped, he returned to his knees, trying to catch my eye.
"Love I'm so sorry." He pleaded, I refused to look at his face and I was pretty sure he was back to his normal self,
"I just want to be with Ry at the moment." Ryback stand down next to me and Phil walked over to Wade to escort him out he went to put his hand on Wade's arm but he shook it off before storming out of the room,
"Don't fucking touch me."
"B?" Ryback asked,
"Can you ask Layla to get my things from Wade and I's room?" I spoke meekly; I was feeling so awful that I didn't care that Phil was still in the room.
"I'll do it." Punk spoke before quickly leaving the room.
"Do you want me to stay?" asked Ryback, I nodded resting my head on his shoulder.
"Don't leave me." I was scared, my hand throbbed and I was sure of two other things.
One; I was sure I will be out until Wrestlemania and I was going to loose the Diva's championship.
Two; I think Wade and I are about to break up. Again.