Ch25

Randy

Honor is back to not talking to me again, over what this time? I don't know. I never know with her. Sometimes she can completely hate me to my core and other times she can love me like I'm the only person in the world. There's never an in between, she's utterly maddening, she's enough to drive a slightly unstable person insane.

She stayed with Punk a little longer than I expected her to, but I let it slide and decided not to push my luck. After everything on Sunday night I thought we were cool but like I said before Honor is a riddle to everyone and herself.

"You okay?" I whisper in her ear as a few stage techs pass us by in the hallway. I'm lucky to get a few stolen moments with her since we'll be heading our separate ways again tonight.

"Fine." Her lips are tight and her eyes are dark with annoyance.

"Yes you are fine. But what are you thinking?" I press a kiss to the side of her neck which she cuts her eyes and huffs. I haven't gotten any sort of affection from her all day and it's making me antsy and irritable.

"Randy quit. I'm fine." Two word sentences.

"No you aren't. And your attitude is pissing me the fuck off, little girl. Start speaking or I'm going to leave until you calm the fuck down."

"Do you have something you need to tell me?" A wicked black frown weaves its way across her face, "Who else have you been fucking besides me?" My face puckers, how does she know about that? My escapades haven't exactly been discreet but they haven't continued since I figured my feelings out, I told her nothing but the truth a few nights ago. "Yeah I fucked up yesterday, only to find out that you were doing the same thing! How many have there been Randy?"

"Wait he better not have touched you." I pull her against the wall blocking any chance of an escape that she can make. She'll make an accusation then run so not to hear any justification to it. "I never made a mistake. But in case you forgot Honor I am a man. I have needs. You don't even have the right to be angry anyway, you're the one that broke up with me." I hiss at her.

"Fuck you. I had unprotected sex with you and you've been fucking around with different…girls! You don't know what the fuck they have! If you cared about me in the slightest then you would've said something, anything the other night. All of this would've been resolved then."

"Right like you gave a shit about protection. We don't use condoms anyway." The look on her face…

"That's because I'm protected. I'm on birth control plus I get tested every four months. News flash Randy! I trusted you, you jerk!"

How the hell do you know Punk doesn't have anything! I don't know what he's been putting his dick in, well besides you." Disgust colors my face at the idea causing me to clench my teeth. "If this is how you're going to act then I made a huge mistake wasting my time and energy with you. You think you're some saint! When were you going to tell me about your fuck up?"

"Tonight, I was going to get the rest of my things and tell you because it was an accident. I was going to leave the ball in your court until I found out. You are not going to turn this around on me! I can admit my mistakes but you want to disregard yours. This would have been a whole hell of a lot different had I heard this from you. You may have more of a reason to be upset but I'm not fucking with your health Orton! I hope like hell you get tested." Honor is seething, I'm seething and confused. I get tested just as much as she does, for Christ sakes it's a requirement of our job! Whatever. Nothing makes sense anymore as soon as we take three steps forward we're knocked ten steps backward.

"Honor," I growl her name, hearing what sounds like shattering glass. Her eyes widen and her teeth click as her jaw snaps shut. She slept with him. "We're done, stupid little bitch. I don't know what I ever fucking saw in you. You're nothing more than a glorified slut. From the start you've done nothing more than cause trouble because you can't keep your fucking legs closed."

I could have fucking shot myself for saying that to her as soon as the words were tumbled past my lips. Slowly she backs away from me, desperately and poorly suppressing tears in her eyes while everyone stood around us watching our scream match. If no one in the locker room knew we were having an affair they do now. "What the fuck are all of you staring at?" I shout at them they all scatter away like roaches, "Go on about your fucking business!"

The only remaining group of people are CM Punk, that Indy wrestler guy, the guy from Rancid, and Avery. They won't scatter like the others.

"You are such an asshole. I don't know what she sees in you." she takes off after Honor staring at me with dismay on her face.

Punk takes a defensive step forward, "That will be the last time you call her out of her name. Let it be known that you fucked up royally this time Orton. I told you to leave her alone but you didn't listen because you don't know how to leave well enough alone. You don't get everything you fucking want. Stay the fuck away from her, you've hurt her for the last time ever in your life. I hope you enjoyed calling her yours while you could." With that he turns and spits on the ground in my direction, then he and his crew of misfits leave in the direction Honor and Avery went. His friends have no idea what happened but they back him up, silently.

The last person to leave is John, he looks at me with disappointment in his blue eyes. He shakes his head with a prominent grimace on his face, "I cannot believe you Randy."

The stinging in my hand is irritating me. It's cool and sticky as I shake my hand. Small chips of metallic backed glass is coated in blood flying off my fingers. Oh… shit! There was a mirror next to me…