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Phoebe hadn't managed to get any sleep, she just lay awake on the stiff hotel bed staring up at the ceiling, it had been almost 3 weeks since she last seen Nick and she wondered whether he had found out about Over The Limit. Of course he had, it was this Sunday for fuck's sake. She was supposed to meet him in an hour and the fatigue was weighing down on her eyes. It was strange not seeing him for so long – she had remembered that at times they were almost inseparable, missing each other even though they had seen each other a couple hours prior. Their time apart would have been consumed with constantly texting, calling or skyping. This only made it harder for her to break it to him, he had been her rock during her ordeal with Punk and he was technically the first guy since her fiancé.

Exhausted, Phoebe made her way towards the bathroom and examined her face in the mirror. She looked bleak and pale, her eyes drooped just like her lips and her hair looked unkempt. Phoebe reached for her hairbrush and ran it through a couple of times until it was fairly straight and decided to move onto her face. She quickly brushed the foundation and made sure to put some more underneath the bags of her eyes, then carefully flicked mascara onto her lashes then lastly ran her lip gloss stick across her lips, a light pink glow covering them. Merely satisfied she changed out of her sweats and threw on a long shirt with leggings and a pair of sneakers, shrugging on a leather jacket she made her way out of her room to clear her thoughts.

Punk said it was like ripping off a band aid, she had never broken up with someone and she had never wanted to, was this even a break up, were her and Nick even official? Sure they had kissed a couple of times and he had taken her out once but surely you couldn't call that a relationship. She remembered both of them confessing their feelings about each other, she wondered whether she actually meant it back then, was it just lust? She had reached his door and faced it with a great trepidation, the weight of the world on her shoulders and the guilt pounding in her chest. She raised her fist onto the door and knocked softly, she heard quiet shuffling from the other side and saw a fresh faced Nick on the other side.

Phoebe was about to say 'hello' instead Nick pulled her into a body crushing hug, her head rested on his chest – he had answered the door topless and his hair was dripping wet, she figured he had just come out of the shower, he smelt so damn good she wrapped her own arms around his neck.

"I've missed you," Nick whispered softly in her ear, "Are you hungry, shall we go get breakfast? I have such a great day planned."

Phoebe heaved a sigh, the guilt began to suffocate her already, "How've you been Nick?"

He didn't answer at first and walked over towards his suitcase to get a shirt. Phoebe's eyes followed him till eventually something caught her eye, a crumbled copy of the script for the Over the Limit pay-per-view lying on the bed. When she looked up she saw Nick's cold stare boring into her.

"Honestly - I'm a little ticked off that you didn't come talk to me about Over The Limit, I mean I have to hear from the damn script, Phoebe we're supposed to be in a relationship!"

"Nick I tried as much as I could, the creative department are being less than co-operative. I know that I promised that I would tell the them how much you deserve this - "

"Phoebe – "

"It really wasn't my decision, It never really is and I wasn't on board and I told them and I know you were going to hate me which is why I didn't tell you. You've worked your ass off, I know and I've seen you, you're amazing in the ring – "

"I don't hate you Phoebe – "

She knew this was a lie, she knew that Nick secretly hated her, how could he not if they had barely spoke within the last 3 weeks, the creative had come to the decision that the bleached blonde would lose his tag team champions just like that without any explanation. It broke her heart to see that Nick would still be going back to square one by the end of Sunday.

"Nick when I promised you that you were going to get your break I meant it, it will happen. I'm just sorry you had to find out this way, I was just scared."

"Scared of what?" Nick scoffed.

"Scared of how you'd react, scared that you'd hate me or leave me or – "

"Shhh, Phoebe I would never hurt you, I know you have my best interests at heart and with all the trouble you're having at the offices, I get it and you know, it doesn't matter. I just want my number one fan rooting for me, that's all I care about, not some dumb championship."

"But It's your dream, to become champion!"

"I'm champion right now! But no, really, If it's meant to happen, it will happen. I don't blame you or hate you, I just wished you would've told me, I would never leave you Phoebe, I care too much about you."

"I'm really proud of you Nick, you're done so well lately, I respect you so much. There are so many people who would give up but not you, and fuck I respect you so much."

"Phoebe – "

"Honestly, you know what you want and you work damn hard and I'm so frustrating to see that no one else appreciated that because I do, and so do all your friends and the guys in the locker room and most importantly your fans. Even when you're injured you're always there to wrestle and make those guys happy even when they boo, you're always stealing the show and I admire you so much for that. Nick, I care so much about you and I cannot wait till you can really show these guys what you're made of," Phoebe blinked back tears as she stared at her feet, avoiding Nick's gaze.

"Phoebe, I didn't think it upset you this much, I can't believe you were so worried about how I'd react. I love that you think this, I love that you respect me so much and I love that you care about me the way you do. Phoebe, you're amazing. I love you."

She paled at his words.

"Nick."

He mirrored her facial expression, "Too soon? Too soon. I'm sorry, I didn't – just ignore me. Right, breakfast, shall we just order room service or eat out?"

"Nick, I have to tell you something."

"What's up?" he had stitched a smile across his face, it hadn't reached his eyes and Phoebe couldn't believe she was going to do this. She had never done it and didn't think she ever could.

"I can't do this, Nick" she shuddered.

"Do what? What are you talking about? We don't have to go to breakfast if you don't want to, we can just stay here and have some fun, whatever your fancy."

She stared at his response, with tears threatening to fall she felt her knees give way as she sank down to the floor, his words echoing in her head, You're amazing, I love you.

"Nick, we can't do this, this has to end, us, you and me, Nick and Phoebe."

"Phoebe, what's wrong? What's happened, you can tell me." Nick gazed at her, as she was curled in a cold, foetus like position, Nick knew something was wrong the moment she stepped foot through the door but didn't comment.

"I'm sorry Nick."

Nick wrapped his arms around her, he buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the sweet, apple scent, "Tell me what's wrong Phoebe, whatever it is we can sort it out, you need to eat Phoebe you're looking really ill and pale. I'll do whatever I can to help you, you know I will, I'm not going anywhere I've told you this."

"I'm sorry, but we have to break up."

"Phoebe, stop."

"Don't touch me, don't look at me Nick. I – we just can't be together, you deserve a better girlfriend, someone who loves you back, someone you can trust. I didn't mean to Nick, I'm sorry."

He recoiled away from her, raising his eyebrow. "What are you talking about Phoebe, what do you mean?"

The first tear rolled down her cheek, her eyes stung and her brain began to throb.

"There's something you should know…"

"What Phoebe, just spit it out." Nick could only hope it wasn't what he was thinking, somehow he could sense he knew what she was going to say and his hands instantly balled up into a fist.

"We have to break to break up Nick, because I – " she seemed to have trouble breathing, Nick shot up from the floor forcing Phoebe to stand up with him.

"What is it Phoebe? Is it someone else? Please don't tell me it's someone else."

His voice was cold as ice, it scared Phoebe to her core as she shuddered shaky breaths, the tears streaming.

"I'm so sorry Nick."

"It is someone else?" Nick spoke throught gritted teeth.

"Nick, don't please."

"Answer the goddamn question."

"Nick please, I've never done this before, I don't want to do this, I hate it, please."

"Just answer the question."

She gulped, licking her chapped lips she wiped her face clean from tears, her voice barely audible she answered, "Yes."

Nick Nemeth stared down at her, it had mustered all of his strength to not break down and punch a wall. He couldn't believe what he was hearing; he couldn't believe this was happening. Nick was never one to break down his walls for people or let anyone in, he knew Phoebe was special from the moment he met her, the moment he saw her walking in that pencil skirt, alone, vulnerable, depressed because of CM Punk. He had always found it hard to trust people and ever since his brutal break up with Amy he had been heart-broken since. He knew he loved Phoebe, he couldn't deny the feeling. Never in his wildest dreams did he think Phoebe was capable of cheating on him.

"Who?" He questioned.

"Nick, stop."

"Who?" he growled, his fist tightening, she noticed his knuckles turning white and she gulped at the sight, backing away from arms reach. Now she was scared, and began to shake, she couldn't tell him.

"I can't tell you Nick."

"Tell me. Say – his - name."

"Nick, baby. Dolphin," she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Is it Punk," he spat out his name, like it was pure vermin. Phoebe's eyes widened in shock, her breathing shallow as she just stared.

"I'm s-s-sorry."

"Stop fucking apologising and tell me, did you cheat on me with CM Punk?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

"What?" He whispered.

"Yes, it's Phil!"

"Phil! So it's Phil now is it! Of course it's Phil fucking Brooks."

"I didn't mean to hurt you Nick, I didn't mean for this to happen. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you."

"Did you have sex with him?"

She didn't answer, she turned away shaking the sweat out of her palms, almost instantly she felt her whole body swivel back round, Nick took hold of her arms, shaking her like a ragdoll.

"Answer me!"

"Nick, please."

"When did this happen? How many times did you fuck him?"

His grip tightened and Phoebe felt fresh tears replacing the new ones.

"Last week, when I was in Stamford, it was only once. I kept convincing myself it was a mistake, I – "

"Right, so that makes it okay does it, only once. You never even let me make love to you, not even once, how fucking dare you? How dare you sleep with that slimeball. The only mistake here was my decision to date you, I cannot believe I just told you that I love you."

"It's not like that, this isn't some competition."

"How could you do this to me? After everything I went through with Amy. What were you thinking, were you ever going to tell me that you slept with him, were you ever going to sleep with me. How can I trust you now Phoebe, how can I trust that you've not been fucking him behind my back all the time we've been together?" Phoebe felt Nick's fingers digging into her skin.

"Nick, stop please you're hurting me."

"Too late for that sweetheart, because you already broke my fucking heart. You, filthy, bitch." His words stung and she couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"I trusted you and I loved you, I thought you were the one."

Nick felt his blood boil, all he could see was red. He couldn't look at her right now, he didn't want to hear her stupid apologies or listen to her anymore. The anger had overwhelmed him and something inside him and erupted, using full force he shoved her away from him. He watched her crash to the ground, massaging the pain out of her arms, no doubt they're bruise. He was livid. He wanted to hurt her, hurt her the way she had hurt him. His fist threatened to knock her out, instead he connected it to the wall and winced in pain. He heard Phoebe yelp in shock, scrambling up she went over to check if he was okay. She couldn't stand the fact that he was hurting.

She placed a hand on his shoulder in attempts to calm him down, unaware of his surroundings Nick screamed in frustration, pushing her out of the way in the process. He had her trapped, sandwiched between him and the wall, his fist was threatening to punch her straight in the face. Phoebe had never been so scared in her life, she couldn't believe it had affected him this way. She was horrified by Nick's behaviour and couldn't stop crying, her heat beating wildly against her chest.

"Fuck you, Phoebe. Don't you dare touch me, don't you dare try and be my friend and pretend that this is all going to be okay!"

His fist was still raised and it was threatening to hurt her still, his other hand was forced around her shoulder so she couldn't escape. For a second he felt everything slow down, his breathing shallow and shaky, the fear in her eyes, the crying and the mascara that ran down her face. He shuffled his hand, revealing deep red marks that had imprinted into her skin. His grip loosened, the other hand wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I know you hate me, more than I hate myself right now. I didn't intentionally mean to hurt you, I never would and I know you don't want to hear me apologize but I'm going to give you one anyway. It's the least you deserve, you don't deserve someone like me and I really wish I could tell you that this was all a lie, I don't want to bore you with the details and I know I should've told you earlier and I shouldn't have slept with Punk but it happened. If I could take it back I would, in a heartbeat, if it meant that the pain would go away. I'm sorry, Nick."

"Just get out."

"Nick.."

"You can get out, and you can forget about me being your shoulder to cry on, you can forget the guy who will always be here for you, the minute you started having feelings for him, you already started cheating on me. I just hope Punk realises he made a big mistake sleeping with you, that you're still the same, pathetic little assistant that was so obsessed with him. I hope he kicks you to the curb and leaves you high and dry just like you've left me. Just get the fuck out, I can't even look at you right now."

Phoebe nodded, she continued to sob quietly to herself stung by the words that had just hit her.

"I'm sorry Nick." She made her way towards the door, her legs bucking and threatening to give way, she managed to make it until she heard Nick's voice.

"I could've given you the world Phoebe, the world and more. I would've done anything for you. I hope you realise that Punk isn't like that, he's still that guy that treated you like crap and like the sadistic bastard that he is, wanted to see you suffer. And when you do realise that, just know that I won't be here. Phoebe, rot in hell, you bitch."

He heard the door open and then heard it softly click back shut. He was alone again, he was left brooding in frustration, anger, loneliness, he had so many unanswered question that he probably already knew the answer to. It hurt too much to think about them and he couldn't believe he had been cheated on, and to think that person was Phoebe. He had thoughts about marrying her, her being the mother of his child, he had given her his heart and she betrayed him. Phoebe gave into temptation and Nick knew he could never forgive her, even at some point in the distant future he knew he never would. He wanted to cry, but no tears came. He was just left simmering with rage and he was going to be for a long time.

Phoebe sprinted towards her own hotel room and jumped back into bed, she sobbed uncontrollably - she curled up into a cocoon and screamed until her voice ached. She wanted to kick herself, she wanted to empathize with Nick, she shrugged off her jacket and stared at the bruises that had formed on her petite arms. She shuddered at the thought, Phoebe was so convinced that Nick was going to hurt her physically, how could she have done that to him, she thought angrily. What now? What is Nick was right, what if Phil realised that she actually was still the same, pathetic little assistant. Phoebe couldn't have been more scared and alone, she felt the walls closing in on her, suffocating her slowly as she continued to sob into her pillow.