A/N: Thank you to those of you that reviewed, I love every single one of them. Here is chapter 7:
Chapter 7
Punk woke up the next morning with an amazing feeling inside of him. He had a feeling that he would finally be able to get over this crap with Dean. There was no way he loved me anyways. I will just move on and avoid him at all costs. He got out of bed and got dressed for the day. He thought he might as well take some action for the day and go to the gym and maybe even go for a nice run outside.
He walked to the door and opened it up. On the floor right outside the door was a box. He grabbed it and brought it inside. He shut the door and started to open the box. When he opened it, he was reminded of all of his feelings for Dean. There were rose pedals surrounding a little cheap cell phone. A sticky note attached to it, read: Hit Dial.
Punk hit dial and when the other end of the line was answered, he wanted to immediately hang up. He knew there was a huge chance that it was Dean, but he was hoping that someone else in this world might want him.
"Good morning, sunshine." Dean Ambrose spoke into the phone, trying to convey to Punk that he should give them a shot.
"Really? Now your leaving a phone at my door?" Punk opened the door again and walked out. He headed for the elevator, the phone still attached to his ear. He would never admit it, but he was loving having Dean's voice be the first voice he heard in the morning.
"Yes I am. What do you say to dinner tonight?"
"You just won't take no for an answer, will you?" He was now in the elevator, heading down to the lobby.
"No, I won't. So I will not leave you alone today until you agree to go to dinner with me."
"Only dinner? Nothing else, right?"
"Only dinner. You have my word."
"And it is not a date?"
"Nope."
"Fine. But I swear if you try to take it to the next level, I will beat the shit out of you." Punk couldn't help but to smile softly while saying this. It was so corny.
"Great. Can I come to your room at around six?"
"Fine. Good bye." Punk hung up the phone, but not before hearing a quick 'I love you' from Dean. He pretended not to hear it and hung up quickly.
He was in the lobby now, heading for the gym. When he entered the gym, there were two other people in it. Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. They both looked up at him when he entered, both having loathing expressions on their face. Seth especially.
"Well hello to you too." Punk said sarcastically. He made his way to a treadmill and started to workout. He kept getting glares from both members of the Shield and was feeling really uncomfortable.
Roman Reigns stood up and walked over to Punk. Punk turned off the treadmill and got off, trying to walk away but Roman blocked him. "So, you and Dean? What is going on there?" Roman asked. Seth was looking over their way with curious, but hurt, eyes.
"Nothing is going on. Why the fuck do you want to know anyways?"
"That is not your concern. I was just curious." Roman took a step closer to Punk and crossed his arms. "Nothing is going on? Nothing at all?"
"No. I mean, we are going to dinner tonight. But it's not a date or anything." Punk was about to ask how they even knew that there could be anything going on with him and Dean. But then he remembered that they are both best friends with the man that has been after him. He must have told them everything.
"Dinner!?" Seth Rollins screamed as he stood up and ran over to them.
"Woah! What is your problem?" Punk held his hands up defensively and Roman got in between them. Seth was pissed. Roman could see that he was about to break down. Tears already threatening to escape. "Fuck this. I'm out of here." Punk yelled and stormed out of the gym, heading back up to his room. What a way to ruin my day.
Seth looked up at Roman with tear-filled eyes. "What are we going to do? We can't let them go out tonight." He let a tear escape. He felt like someone just shot him in his heart. The love of his life is going to go out with another man tonight.
"Don't worry, Seth. I will take care of it." Roman pulled him in for a hug, trying to comfort his sensitive best friend. He had a look of anger and determination on his face. "I will take care of it." He said one more time, gritting his teeth.
CM Punk was dressed in a nice button down shirt and black jeans. It was only five o'clock, but he wanted to make sure he was ready. He was also trying to calm down, he said it was not a date and he doesn't want a date with him anyways. But something inside of him is making him feel nervous and very excited. He couldn't put a finger on it, and he didn't really care what it was. He was just hoping tonight wouldn't turn into anything he would regret later on.
At five-thirty, there was a knock on the door. "Wow. Early." He got off the couch and walked over to the door. He opened it and he didn't even get to see who it was. The second the door opened, he was jumped at and thrown to the floor. He got punched in the face, and the room immediately started to go black.
He tried to get up, but he got dizzy and fell back over. He felt someone pick him up and hold him there. This person held his hands behind his head and he couldn't defend himself. Punk's vision was really starting to go blurry and he could barely make out a figure standing in front of him. There are two of them?
Punk started to cry out as the second figure started to throw punches to his midsection. He was screaming as loud as he could, but it seemed like no one could hear him. With one more punch to the gut, he fell over and collapsed on the ground. He was hit only one more time. A kick straight to the face. Punk saw nothing else after that. He completely passed out and fell unconscious.
Half an hour later, Dean Ambrose walked up to Punk's hotel room door. He noticed the door was cracked and let himself in. He had a huge grin on his face, looking forward to the night he was going to have with Punk. That was until he saw the most horrifying sight he has ever seen. He saw legs behind a couch and walked around to see behind the couch entirely. He gasped out and ran to Punk. He was lying on the ground, not moving. Completely unconscious.
Punk had bruises all over his face. There was blood coming out of the side of his mouth and he had a black eye. "Oh my god! Punk!? Punk!?" Dean grabbed Punk's face and caressed it for a moment. He then grabbed his shoulders and lightly shook him, trying to wake him.
He stumbled over to the phone, feeling as if he was about to cry. The only way to hurt Dean Ambrose in the cruelest possible way was to hurt the love of his life. And currently, the love of his life was lying behind a couch, unconscious.
He picked up the phone and quickly dialed 911. When they answered, he explained what he found and gave them their address.
No later than half an hour, the paramedics showed up and took Punk away on a gurney. After they left, Dean jumped in his car and chased after them. He needed to make sure Punk was alright.
He was driving like a maniac, angry and worried. Worried because Punk was unconscious. And angry at whoever did this. Driving to the hospital, he vowed he would figure out who did this and end them permanently.
A/N: Wow! So a lot happened. I think it is pretty obvious so I think you all know who attacked Punk. What do you think Dean will do when and if he finds out? Will he be forced to choose? Review and let me know your thoughts. :)
*And I started a new Punk/John chapter story called "Making A Deal With The Devil". So give it a read if you like and let me know how it is. Thank you. :)