So, another update, only a little late ;) from now on expect it anypoint over teh weekedn...Exams and stiff are stopping me from writign as much during the week :( remember to review/favorite/follow! Enjoy!
VKxKx92 - Exactly, things don't stay happy for long in Zoeslife however...But will Punk be able to keep her sain?
After multiple arguments with Scott about weather or not to sharpie sleeping beauty in his sleep we arrived at the hotel along with a very alert, slightly scared for his life CM Punk. Checking into the hotel, Punk and Scott were bunking while my room was next door. We sent Scott out for food which he easily agreed to. I swear we could hear his stomach growling half way down the hall.
"I think we need to sort this out…" Punk said, he still sounded weird. Like he'd just woken up, but even I'd admit that damn board was annoying.
"I know, look I just thought that if I left…I knew they'd leave you alone and, he…I knew they wouldn't stop until they had me, honestly…sometimes I think they'll never stop…" I mumbled the last sentence, I know they won't stop. Even if they give up searching for me they'll still be there. Every time I close my eyes, every time someone touches me…every little thing reminds me of some kind of fucked up torture they put me through. Nothing, not even Punk could stop that.
"Promise me you'll never do anything like that ok?" he paused so I looked up at him. "I felt so helpless, I tried to help you...but I failed and I'll never forgive myself for that. The cuts and bruises will heal but I can't believe I let them get you." He looked at the floor, almost surprised when I hugged him. So tight it would've hurt under any other circumstances, I buried my head in his chest and wrapped my arms around his back. A little part of me still trying to accept he was real. I felt his arms creep around my shoulders as he held me just as tight.
"But…" I pulled back but left my arms safely around him. "That wasn't what I wanted to talk about, I get that this could be a big deal to you. Don't get me wrong I completely understand that but I need to know who that guy was, I need to know what happened in that bathroom…I need to know who you're scared of so I can make sure they never see you again." I looked into his eyes, seeing his honesty. I had no reason not to trust him anymore, he'd nearly died trying to help me…I couldn't ask for much more than that.
"The bathroom…I swear I've no idea who they were, they shoved me in to the wall and I hit my head I guess. Everything's kind of blurry from there, I only remember snippets. Then I woke up in your hotel room." I sat on the bed. Honestly I remembered every gruesome detail, I just wasn't ready to relive them yet, let alone voice them. It had nothing to do with him; I knew I could tell him when I was ready to.
"Wait…They? There was more than one?" He raked a hand through his hair as he began to pace around the small room. I stood in front of him and he froze instantly. Burning a hole in my eyes, looking like he was ready to snap and I had no freakin' idea why. His fists were clenching, feet far apart… if he was ready for a fight then why were his eyes so emotional. So hurt…so full of fucking sympathy?
Before I could even be mad over the fact he now pitied me I was wrapped into what I can only describe as a bear hug. Smiling slightly still thoroughly confused as I gently patted him on the back with a wary hand, letting out an awkward laugh.
"Erm…Punkers? You alright?" He pulled back, holing onto my shoulders.
"I Promise you, I'll die before any of them touch you again." There was no signature smirk, no playing with the lip ring and no shuffling from one foot to the other. He was legitimately serious and honestly, that scared me a little.
"I've already told you, you're the only person in my life not to break my trust, one day I'll repay the favour." I said, an honest smile on my face as his thumb came up and brushed tears away that I didn't notice had fallen.
"Can we change the subject now please?" I asked, he gave me that smile that comforted every doubt and casually dropped an arm over my shoulders, leading me out of the room.
"I heard Scotty say how hot that chick at reception was. I bet you my last Pepsi he's trying, and failing at getting some. " We both chuckled at the thought. Holding out my hand for him to shake we made ourselves a bet.
"As we're now spying-"
"Investigating." He interrupted, I nodded.
"As were now investigating…I feel the need to go Bond, James Bond." I said in all seriousness, looking him in the eye as he sent me a look with equal seriousness.
"With great power, comes great responsibility." He nodded knowingly.
"That's Spiderman you douche, come on this'll be good." I said grabbing his t-shirt and essentially dragging him along behind me. Glad our earlier conversation was forgotten about. We were in the lobby now and just as expected, there stood Scott, plastic bag of food in hand as he smoothly leant on the poor receptionist's desk. We snuck close enough to hear him, but safely hidden behind a corner…And a plant.
"Ya' know, People call me 'Boom Boom' wanna come to my room and find out why?" With that I buried my head in Punks shoulder, biting my lip to stop myself from laughing.
"Well," said the receptionist, "It can't be from all the ladies you're getting. With pick-up lines like that I'm amazed you're not on some kind of list." She scuffed before getting back to work, ignoring Scott's existence completely. By now Punk was biting his thumb to stop the laughter from escaping. Our bodies shaking with giggles building up inside.
"What? Oh guys, seriously?" He sighed. "Fine! Get it all out!" Scott had obviously found us and wasn't pleased in the slightest. We didn't care though, rolling around carelessly on the floor, literally holding our sides laughing. I couldn't help but feel happy, the happiest I could ever remember feeling.