Hey guys, sorry for the delay. I've decided to aim to write longer chapters so hopefully you like this set up more. Would love any feedback. Enjoy - C
Chapter Twenty-Two - When One Door Closes, Another One Opens
I pulled my knees to my chest and sat in the diva's locker room waiting for this taping to end. Tears filled my eyes but I held them back as best as I could. Gemma stood in the middle of the ring as the ref handed her the title. My stomach dropped as soon as her perfectly manicured hands grasp what I have wanted my entire life. "Hello?" someone asked from the other side of the door, "Is everyone decent." I blinked away the tears and resumed my paused Mario 3D Land on my Nintendo 3DS, "Yeah." I called out. Punk slipped in the door the door, "I would ask you if you were okay but you look like shit." I glanced up from my DS.
"Thanks." I continued to play, hoping he would get the hint that I didn't want to talk.
"I thought you might like these since you're out of the ring for a while." He held out a paper bag, I paused my game and took them from him and opened it to find a few comic books, "Wow. These are pretty cool. Thanks." I examined the various comics. He took this as an invitation to sit next to me, "They are a few of my favourites, Walking Dead and some Frank Miller. I saw The Punisher and thought you would probably like those ones." I flipped through the first Punisher.
"Thanks Phil, you really didn't have to do this." I was surprised how these gestures made me smile, I had sworn of Phil but he crept back into my life.
"So how's Mario going?" he asked taking the DS from my hands. Another quick knock from the door and Wade entered, "Oh am I interrupting something?" he asked with a tone of annoyance but I ignored it, "Not at all. What's up?" I put down the comics and gave him my full attention while Punk ignored him and continued to play Mario. "I was hoping I could talk to you. Alone." He glared daggers at Punk, who continued to keep his head down, "C'mon let's go outside." I suggested, we walked silently out to the car park.
"What did you want to say?" I hugged my body from the cold wind.
"I just want to know where we stand." He put his hands in his pockets, "I love you Bethany and it hurts me that I can't hold you now or kiss you or hold your hand." I nodded, letting my brain take in all his comments. I wasn't sure what to say. So I did what any socially inept person would do in the situation, I said nothing. He moved closer, he wanted to pull me into his chest like he has so many times.
"Bethany I don't know what else to do for you to forgive me. Please just tell me the word and I will do it." We stood there for what seemed like hours before I broke the silence:
"There isn't anything you can do Wade." I spoke honestly, his face turned from blank to hurt, as if I had stabbed him with an invisible knife. "Wade you have to understand that you broke my hand and that's something that I'm not going to going to get over in a day."
He nodded slowly, "You're right. Do you want a life back to the hotel?" he asked,
"I think I'll head back a little later with Ry." I turned to leave but he called out to me.
"You never said I love you back." I turned around and gave him a sad smile before heading back inside.
"Watch the hand!" I cried, DB had me in the 'Yes' lock in the middle of the make shift ring. He released the lock and we sat in the ring panting, he handed me a drink bottle and asked, "How's your love life?" I shook my head,
"That's the worst question to ask a single person."
"No way did you and the Brit, break up?" he asked, he sat up at full attention waiting for my answer,
"Well if I said I'm single then yes." I exited the ring head to the exercise bike,
"Did someone eat a bowl of bitch flakes this morning?" he joked leaning against the bike next to mine,
"Nope two slices of toast with bitchymite and a glass of crazy juice."
"That explains a lot. You nearly broke my ankle with in a lock."
"Sorry about that. So what are we doing for the rest of the day?" I asked,
"We have a few things to get before we start driving." He replied,
"Alright. I have to go and get some of my things off Wade and give him some of his, I've been putting it off and I really need to buck up and get them." I sighed; I was really dreading it.
"Good luck, I'm pretty sure your going to need it."
I stood in front of Wade's hotel room door, trying to work up the courage to knock on it. Just do it. I knocked on the door and waited patiently, his Nexus t-shirt in my good hand. The door open and Wade stood there in his gym shorts, "Hey Bethany." He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms.
"Hey Wade," I said awkwardly, I wasn't very good in these situations, "I thought you might like your t-shirt back and I came to grab some of my things from you." I held the t-shirt out in front of me.
"Oh you didn't need to do that." He took it from me, he moved from the door, "Did you want to come inside and grab them?" he asked
"Yeah sure." I walked inside the room and sat on the lounge chair, Wade moved to his luggage and started going through it.
"How's your hand feeling?" he asked,
"It's good when it's tapped, it's a minor fracture I should be fine in a few weeks."
"Bethany I can't tell you how sorry I am about it."
"Thanks Wade." I sat there in silence while he found my belongings, he turned around and grabbed my things and handed them to me.
"Here you go. I think everything should be there." I nodded slowly, taking in the situation. "Why didn't we work out?" he asked sadly, sitting down on the bed.
"It just wasn't the right time. I think there were just too many things that worked against us." I put my stuff down and sat next to him, he held my hand.
"We were good together." I nodded, agreeing with what he said. I had one last thing to give him, I reached into my pocket and handed back his house key.
"I'm sorry Wade." He held the keys in his hand and sighed.
"Me too Bethany."
I grabbed my things and walked out to the door,
"I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too, Wade." I whispered back and this time I actually meant it.
"B what's wrong?" asked Ry, I stirred from my light sleep and opened my eyes slightly.
"I think I've made a huge mistake."
"A mistake about what?" he took his eyes off the road for a second, inspecting whether I was going to break down in tears.
"A guy." I sighed, inspecting my phone.
"Okay I think this is a conversation that is better suited to Layla." He joked,
"Yeah I thought so too." We smiled and continued on our drive until we heard an awful sound.
"What was that?" Ry asked inspecting the mirrors of the car,
"I don't know but it doesn't sound too good." I checked my mirrors as well,
"Fuck I think we have a flat tire." Ry pulled the car over to the side of the highway and got out to inspect the damage. I sat back in the seat, cursing. This couldn't have come at a worse time, I had a big Mattel toy unveiling in a few hours and with this set back it didn't look like I was going to get there. Ry opened my door with an unsettling look on his face, "Oh don't tell me." I started; I took out my phone and called Triple A, hoping they wouldn't take too long.
"B what are you going to do?" he asked, he opened the back door and lay down on the back seat leaving his legs hanging out.
"Fuck I don't know." I rubbed my eyes; this just hasn't been my week.
"Who else is going to the Mattel party?" he asked. Fuck. The only other person was travelling not too far behind us.
"I wish I didn't have to make this call." I pushed on the call button and waited for the person to answer.
"You're chariot my lady." Phil called from the open window of his bus, which pulled up behind our broken down Jeep. I opened the boot and grabbed my luggage, transferring it into the bus's storage.
"Will you be alright B?" Ry asked crossing his arms over his body and giving Punk a good look over.
"Yeah Ry. I will see you tomorrow. Are you sure you will be okay?" I asked before following Phil into his bus.
"Of course. Do you really think anyone is going to give me trouble?" he asked with a smile.
"Nobody is that stupid. I feel awful for leaving you alone." I gave him a quick hug.
"It's your job to go to these things and I don't. You would have done the same in a reverse situation."
"Okay. Just keep me posted on what's going on." I got onto the bus and waved out the window at Ry as we drove away.
"How much did it kill you to call?" Phil asked, he got up from the small booth and began pulling fruit and vegetables out of the fridge for a juice.
"All of my strength to push the call button." I took out The Punisher comic that I was half way through,
"Do you want a juice?" he asked while putting a carrot into the juicer.
"Why not. Thanks." I read in silence before Phil put a large glass of green juice in front of me and took the seat opposite to me in the booth. I picked up the glass and raised it, "Cheers big ears." We clinked glasses and took a gulp of what could have been the oddest combination of fruits and vegetables I have ever tasted, but it was good. "You like?" he asked, finishing off his glass and going for another.
"It's refreshing." I responded.
"So what's happening with you and Barrett, I thought he would be your first call in this situation." He asked, I knew he was going to ask.
"We aren't seeing each other anymore." I went back to my comic, glancing up at him to see his reaction.
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that." He took another swig of juice to hid his smile,
"You're not sorry." I responded.
"Not even a little." He replied with a toothy grin. I sat in silence, pretending to read the comic while Phil sat on the couch and turned on the Xbox and played Halo.
We sat for the majority of the trip quietly with short conversations. "I seriously can't beat this level." Phil commented, I turned to look at the screen, I had already beaten this level. Should I help him?
"If you go up this hill you get a higher ground and it's easier not to get overwhelmed by the elites." I responded.
"You've played Halo before." He asked in shock, I sat next to him and took the controller and began to play, "Yeah I've played video games my entire life. Halo just happens to be one of my favourites, I use to play online all the time but I don't have time for it anymore. Being a WWE Superstar was what I wanted to do my entire life and I spent the majority of my teen years to get here my alternative was to work in the video game industry," I paused to finish off the remaining enemies, "I was thinking of doing marketing or promoting for games because it's really the only other thing I'm passionate about." I beat the level and handed back the controller. "I was not expecting that. You are pretty much the coolest person I know." I got up and grabbed my stuff to get ready for the Mattel event, I shrugged at his comment, "You must not know too many people then."
I applied the last line of liquid eyeliner to the top of my eyes and put one last pin in my hair to kept my low twist bun from fall apart. I slid on my Elie Saab pink short sleeve cocktail dress careful not to damage the embellished lace dressing, I reached behind me to zip up the back but I couldn't zip it up. I opened the door a crack and peaked out, Phil had changed to a white t-shirt and black jeans with sneakers, he never dressed up to these events; it was something I always admired about him, he wasn't going to change for anyone.
"Hey… ummm… Phil could you help me for a second?" I asked returned back to the bedroom, I heard his heavy footsteps enter the room, I had my back to him and I pointed to the zipper, "Could you do me up?" I asked, he moved closer to me, taking the separated pieces of dress and pulled them closer together with one hand and the other slowly zipping up the pink dress. I could feel his fingertips grazing my back; shivers ran up my spin as each finger touched my skin.
"Am I giving you goose bumps?" he asked, I hated when he asked me questions when he clearly knew the answer.
"My back is super ticklish." I responded. He immediately un-zipped my dress and ran his index finger down my back which was followed by goose bumps and a shiver, I craned my neck and moved away from Phil turning to face his, "Stop exploiting my weaknesses." I shrieked with laughter, "We are about to arrive, stop fucking around and do up my dress." He smiled and moved around me and did up my best; doing his best to make sure he tickled me, "Don't start this Phil." I warned; I was enjoying this.
"I will. You're screwed now that I know you're ticklish." He ran his fingers up my bare arms, to my shoulders and put one hand under my bun and pulled me to his into his body. My breathing was fast and so was his, we both knew if one of us didn't stop now there was no turning back.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, looking up at him.
"I'm going to kiss you." He whispered back, he leant down and gave me a light kiss on my lips. I wanted more and so did my body, I was ready to push him down on the bed and rip of his white t-shirt, and it took all my power to control myself.
"I think if you do anymore we won't make it too the party and you can explain to McMahon the reason why." He reluctantly let me go and I put on my matching pink strappy Jimmy Choo's and picked up my matching clutch bag. I moved to the small mirror and applied my lip-gloss,
"At 11 o'clock I want to you to meet me here and we will finish what we started." He held out his hand to shake and make the deal, which I accepted with a smile.
"See you later Punk." I walked out of the room and to the party. Oh my.