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Chapter-Thirty - Tell the World I'm Coming Home.

I grabbed an armful of clothes hanging in the closet and put it in my bag, my mascara was running down my cheeks. I collapsed to the ground with my head in my hands, I was crying hysterically and was on the verge of a panic attack. I was about to leave everything behind to go back to Australia and that scared me. I had cracked.

Bang, bang, bang, "Bethany open this door!" Phil yelled from the outside, I ignored him and took three deep breaths to calm myself before I picked myself off the floor and head to the bathroom to pack up my toiletries and clean my face.

"Bethany I will break this door down if I have to." BANG! BANG!

I quickly went through my luggage making sure I didn't leave anything behind, "Open the door Bethany!"

"Go away Phil." I took off my wrestling attire and changed to black jeans and an oversized baseball t-shirt, I ran a brush through my hair hoping that he would give up and leave but I heard muffled voices and then my door opened. Phil grabbed my arm and spun me around,

"Layla just told me your going back to Australia is that true?" He was still in his wrestling attire and hoodie; he must have left not long after my match.

"I've been suspended what else am I suppose to do?" He gently grazed my bruise with his thumb,

"Did I do this?" he asked warily.

"Just a stray elbow no big deal, just a bruise." I turned away from him and continued to pack my luggage,

"If you go home will you come back?" he slumped on the edge of the bed. We both knew the answer to that question; I focused my attention to locking my bag instead of answering.

"Don't go home, just go to Chicago and stay at mine. Scott is resting from an injury so you can bum around together. I can take a week off before you get back into the ring just the two of us. We could go to Hawaii or even the Hamptons." I wanted to do that but I knew I couldn't, I needed to go home and rethink everything. I pulled my luggage of the bed and wheeled it to the door.

"What do you think about it?" Phil was pleading me to stay and I was almost convinced but deep down in the pit of my stomach I couldn't be around this company for much longer and if I did it could destroy me emotionally and mentally.

"No." I spoke, Phil's eyes immediately dropped to the floor in disappointment,

"I don't think I can deal with you leaving again." I dropped to my knees in front of him and took his hands in mine; tears began to fall on my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry. I can't be here right now." I whispered through heavy breaths, "I want you to know that I love you. I have for a very long time and I will continue to love you. It will do me more damage then good to be here right now." I gently put the necklace in his hands before getting up off the floor and to my luggage preparing to leave the hotel room, I had my hand on the door when Phil handed me my red handbag; his cheeks were wet with tears.

"Are you coming back?" he asked once more, he pulled me in for a tight hug, my head rested under his chin,

"No, not for a very long time." I felt him gulp down tears and hug me tighter,

"I love you." He whispered,

"I love you, too." I replied, we kissed one last time; it was a salty mix of sadness and love.

I wiped a single tear that had fallen and I pulled my hoodie up to cover my face, it was a fifteen hour flight from LA to Melbourne and that scene replayed over and over in my head.

"Welcome to Melbourne, it is now 5.25 am Thursday morning. For your comfort and safety please remain seated with your seat belt fastened and your cabin baggage stowed until the captain has turned off the seat belt sign. On behalf of Qantas, thank you for flying with us today and have a lovely time in Melbourne."

"Hello. Anyone home?" I dragged my luggage through the door of my family home; I dropped my handbag on the ground and walked through the hallway down to the kitchen pausing to smile at family photos.

"Dad." I called out,

"Beth is that you?" He replied, he was standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand, "Oh my god." He dropped the cup on the floor causing it to shatter, he hugged my tightly, "I thought I was hearing things."

"Robert what's all the yelling?" My mother walked into the room her head down focused on her iPad,

"Julie I have a surprise for you."

"What is it? I have to be at work in an hour." She glanced up from her iPad quickly before looking down to focus on her work. It took her a few seconds to realize what was going on,

"Baby girl!" she screamed pulling me towards her, "My girl, my girl!" she was hysterical, "Your really home."

"Yeah mum I'll be home for a little while." She smothered me with kisses,

"Not too long I hope or else she'll fatten you up." Dad joked,

"Okay we both have to get going to work. I've left your room the same since you left so go get some sleep. I'll make your favourite tonight, vegie risotto."

I made my way to my bedroom, the familiar sight settled the sick feeling that had taken up permanent residency in my stomach. I opened up the double bifold doors and took in the smell of eucalyptus. I took out my phone to read the few messages I received, one was an apology from Wade which I replied back thanking him for his apology, a few others from Mike, Ry, Lay, Sheamus even one from JBL but nothing from Phil. I dialed the number to Triple H's office to make a life changing decision.

"How's it like being a WWE Superstar." Dad asked, I played with my food unsure whether to tell him I've just quit my job,

"It's been fun. There has been ups and downs just like any other job." I'd hardly touched my dinner, my conversation with Triple H hadn't gone down so well;

"Hello this is Bethany Jenkins, I was wondering whether you had a minute to talk." I pulled my hood back on my head,

"Yeah I have a few minutes, is this about your suspension because if it is your talking to the wrong guy."

"No it's not. I was hoping I could talk to you about terminating my contract." I heard a bang on the other end of the phone,

"Oh yeah I guess you can talk to me. Why do you want to quit?"

"I know that every wrestler goes through a point in their career where they feel under valued but being a valet and not wrestling even on house shows while holding a championship isn't what I signed up for. I'm a wrestler not a model."

"I see your point but is it worth packing up everything and leaving?"

"I've already left, I'm back home in Melbourne right now."

"Well I'm sad to see you go and I'm sure Jim Ross and a few other guys will be too, it's a shame we couldn't have this conversation in person. I wish you all the best. Just promise me two things?"

"Sure I think I can do that."

"Don't go to TNA and keep wrestling your talented and there is a company some where they will help you get even better."

"No problem I can do all of that for you. Thanks for you time. You didn't have to have this conversation with me."

"It's alright Bethany. Good luck."

"Beth are you okay? You look a little pale." Dad placed his hand on my forearm,

"Just a little jet lagged. I'll be fine by tomorrow."

"Well I will go and get the cheesecake I made, I will be back in a jiffy." Mum cleared the table and left the room,

"Alright I can tell when something is wrong and I sure as hell know that WWE doesn't give holidays that often."

"I quit."

"You what?"

"I quit, you watched me on television I wasn't doing anything and I was stuck in a rut. I needed to get away."

"So you threw all that training and hard work away?"

"No…"

"It sure sounds like you did."

"I couldn't be around it anymore."

"Is this about a boy?"

"What? No."

"Oh god who were you dating? Was it that Barrett?"

"Well not exactly."

"I've changed my mind I don't want to know but I know that you can't hang around here for too long you need to either get a job or go back to university. Beth your 19 and the whole world is ahead of you."

"I've got cheesecake." Mum entered the room with her creation in her hand and proudly placed it on the table, "Why aren't you guys excited about my cheesecake?" Dad nudged me from under the table.

"I am barely containing myself." I forced a smile and took a piece,

"So baby girl what are your plans?" Mum asked.

Honestly, no fucking idea.