Chapter 2 – Heavily Broken

"So have you and Roman talked yet?"

Lizette's jade eyes looked in the mirror as she watched Amora Calaway walk into her locker room when her arms crossed over her chest. Lizette shook her head negatively as her eyes went back to fixing her make-up with shaky hands.

Amora walked over and sat in the seat next to Liz as she spun her seat around to face her. Amora's dark violet eyes took in the sorrow filled jade eyes. "I'm quite surprised your brother hasn't kicked the shit out of him yet."

Amora picked up a make-up tissue and dabbed away the black eyeliner from her cheeks careful not to screw up her foundation. She knew Lizette wasn't going to be able to fix the mess with her hands shaking as bad as they were. Amora and Lizette had been friends for a long time. Their fathers worked together in the WWE for years.

Jade eyes blinked as she tried to maintain her composure. She could do this. She could face him and ignore the fuck out of him. She was grateful for Amora helping her; she knew she was going to get anything done if her hands continued to shake like the rest of her body was. She reached a shaky hand up and gently combed her fingers through Amora's gorgeous deep dark purple hair. It was to the middle of her back and full of curls at the ends. Lizette loved the color purple and on Amora it just stood out perfectly.

Amora didn't have any issues with Lizette playing with her hair. She knew the curls would bounce right back. "You miss it don't you?" She asked her friend.

Lizette's eyes snapped up to her friends as she nodded slowly. "Yea, it feels strange not having all that long hair anymore. It was fun cutting it all off too." Lizette had recently gone through a change and chopped all her long dark caramel tresses off. Her hair had gone from just below her waist to a pixie hair cut; looking something like Jennifer Lawrences.

Amora chewed her bottom lip as she continued fixing her best friends make-up. "Are you going to tell Roman about the surgery?" She asked cautiously.

Lizette's jade eyes snapped to Amora's deep violet. "No." Her tone was holding a certain amount of finality to it.

"Lizzy it was major surgery though…" She started to argue but a knock on the door pulled both sets of eyes to it.

Bray Wyatt's 6'3 285 lbs frame filled the door way as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door jam. "How's my baby sister doing Amora?"

His low gritty southern drawl sent shivers down Amora's spine. "S-She's fine; just stubborn as usual."

Bray chuckled deeply. "Of course she's stubborn; she is a Wyatt after all."

Lizette shot her older brother a glare. "I'm not as stubborn as you dear brother." She stood up as she slipped her heels on before she looked at Amora.

Amora stood and grabbed her wrestling boots and knee pads; stopping when Lizette grabbed her forearm. "Thanks for the fixer upper." She pointed to her face.

Amora nodded. "This conversation is to be continued. Don't think that just because big brother showed up that were not finishing it later at the hotel."

"Yes mother dear." Lizette sighed out dramatically and received a slap on the ass for her smart mouth from Amora as she passed by and out the door.

Bray's deep blue orbs watched as Amora Calaway left the room for the siblings. Bray's attention went back to his baby sister as he cupped her cheeks and leaned down pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "How are you feeling?" He asked curiously.

Lizette shook her head negatively. "I'm fine."

Bray scoffed. "You can lie to people who don't know you. You don't lie to me. Now how are you feeling?"

Lizette's jade eyes looked around the locker room before returning to her brother. The smile slid from her face. "I'm sort of freaking out. Naomi said Roman is back. I – I don't want to see him Bray."

Bray shook his head. "Then you don't have to sweet sissy; stay in your locker room until Barrett comes to get you for his match; valet to the ring and valet back and then head to the hotel. I'm sure whatever talk you and Amora are going to finish there she will take care of you." Bray locked eyes with his sister. She'd been through so much since Roman's hernia injury three months ago; he thought for sure her resolve would have cracked by now. Apparently her resolve was stronger than he thought.

Bray pulled her in and hugged her as tightly as he could without hurting her before he kissed the top of her head. "Call me if you need me for anything." He felt her nod against his chest before he pulled back. "I have to get going. I'll see you in a few days."

Lizette watched as her brother left. She knew how much he wanted to choke out Roman right now; hell how much he wanted to throttle him 3 months ago. But he hadn't and she knew it was because she'd asked him not to.

Lizette never could decide if that had been a good decision or not.

But it didn't really matter anymore.

Grey eyes looked around the locker room. He really couldn't believe he'd made it back from his hernia surgery in 3 months. The road felt like it was too long to process and he really hadn't been alone as much as he thought he was.

His dad picked him up and took him to physical therapy every other day and his mom was nice enough to bring him already pre-cooked meals and stuffed his fridge FULL. All he had to do was warm them up. Between that and kicking his own ass for being such a dick to Lizette his recovery time felt as though it was never going to end.

Roman's father chewed his ass but good when he found out the way he'd treated Lizette. His mom…she was a completely different story. For the first week she wouldn't even speak to him. She brought him food and that was it.

Roman seriously was the biggest dick on the planet. He couldn't even fuckin lie; he missed her. He missed her more than he missed being in the damn ring…and that was saying something.

So why did he ignore her phone calls?

Why did he ignore her text messages?

Her voicemails went un-listened to and after the first week they stopped coming all together. He expected a visit from her brother, but it never happened; he was pretty sure that was Lizette's doing.

What he couldn't figure out is why she had stated valeting for Wade Barrett? She should've been working on her own career but it wasn't the case. He'd watched as around mid-October some time she stopped wrestling and started valeting Wade to the ring.

He knew the only way he was going to get an answer was to ask Barrett or ask Lizette and chances were she would tell him to go fuck himself…not that he could really blame her.

He couldn't really blame her at all.

"Lizette love, are you ready to go?"

Lizzy looked up at her locker room door as Wade's English accent called her attention to him. She smiled softly as he held out his hand to her. She placed her hand in his as he pulled her to her feet gently.

"I can't very well go to the ring without my best girl on my arm." Wade's deep voice stated with a chuckle.

Lizette shook her head. "You are incorrigible Mr. Barrett."

"Oh hell, tell me something I don't know Lizzy." Wade crowed as he placed his hand on the middle of her back and guided her through the busy arena hallways.

Roman was already dressed in his black cargo pants, black boots and his black 'one versus all' t-shirt. He was headed down to catering to get a couple of bottles of water; he needed one to wet down his hair before his first segment back on Monday Night Raw. He'd made a small appearance at the PPV the night before at TLC but that was just to stir the pot.

Roman turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks as he nearly ran over Wade Barrett and…Lizette. His intense grey orbs went from Barrett down to Lizette. The dress she had on was hugging her curves and the way it faded from black to dark grey to white at the bottom made her skin glow.

His eyes took in the fact that she'd cut all her luscious dark caramel colored hair off. He used to lay in bed for hours after a live event and bury his nose in it. He couldn't believe she'd cut it all off. His hand subconsciously reached out to touch her cheek and a second later he was snapped back to reality as she slapped his hand away rather hard actually.

"Lizette…I'm -" Roman started.

"I don't care."

"But I didn't even -"Roman started again.

"I really don't care what you have to say Roman. I've got more important things to worry about than your baby fit at the hospital or your coming back after your injury or you standing here trying to say whatever it is you want to say. I just do not care." Lizette stated before she looked up at Wade. "Let's go you're going to be late for your dark match before Raw."

Lizette walked around Roman and continued on to the backstage area.

Wade watched as Roman turned and started to go after her and his hand in the middle of his chest stopped the large Samoan in his tracks. "Leave her be mate." He shook his head at his co-worker.

Roman growled. "Why is she valeting for you? She should be working on her own career. What the hell is going on?" Roman all but demanded the Englishman to answer him.

Wade shook his head negatively at the big man. "I don't have the right to tell you that chap. You'll have to ask her…when she's decided to speak to you again." Wade turned and left the big Samoan standing in the hallway.

Roman watched as Wade turned around and jogged to catch up to Lizette. The vibrations took over in his chest as he growled out his displeasure before he swiped a hand through his hair and ripped the elastic out that had been holding his mane back into a loose bun. He tossed the broken elastic band to the ground before he spun back around and continued to catering.

His grey orbs found the person he was looking for as he walked across catering and sat down across from Jillian Rivers; she was the resident script writer for the WWE, or at least one of 10. "Jilli." He greeted the petite writer.

Jillian looked up from her laptop. "Reigns, what can I do for you? Dean was running around here somewhere looking for you."

Roman chuckled she was in her 'I don't give a fuck I'm writing' mood. "I know I already spoke to my bro. I was wondering if you knew why Lizzy is valeting that English prick." He stated pointedly without sounding like a total dick.

Jillian smirked. "Jealous already Reigns? What did you expect to happen? You dumped all over the girl who you've been dating for 2 YEARS who tripped all over herself to get to you because you had to have major hernia surgery, you yelled at her and threw her away like a piece of trash. If you ask me your luck you're not still trying to swallow your balls after clipping them off with a dull spoon and shoving them down your throat"

"Yea, she told you what happened. That's great. Why can't our relationship be private?" Roman stated more than asked.

"Hey! You are the jackass who did this to yourself. You are the one who did it in a PUBLIC hospital where God and everybody heard you snap on your girlfriend who was scared to death for you and you are going to sit here and try to act like the victim in it all." Jillian slammed the top of her laptop down as she stood up. "First of all, for your information Mr. Reigns, what goes on with Lizette's scripts is not up for debate with you because it's none of your business; that is between her, Hunter and Stephanie and second Lizette didn't have to tell me what happened. She would never betray you that way. I did how ever read it on the thousand text messages I got from practically everyone on the roster."

Jillian shook her head as she swiped her laptop off the table promptly leaving Roman to sit and stew in his own anger and stupidity.

Lizette walked into the hotel and leaned against the elevator wall as it took her up 5 floors; she walked down the carpeted hallway and stopped in front of the room she and Amora were sharing; unlocking the door she stepped into the room and set her backpack down.

"Hey chica, I order dinner, you wanna shower first or relax and eat?" Amora asked as she was trying to re-situate things in her rolling suitcase.

Lizette stepped further into the hotel room. "I'm going to shower first. We can talk over dinner."

"You ran into him didn't you?" Amora asked even though she already knew the answer. She'd spoken with Jillian at the arena and knew the petite writer had already fired off a couple of verbal warning shots at the huge Samoan. They had a good laugh before they bumped fists and carried on their conversation.

"What do you think?"

"Okay…Well hurry the hell up and get a shower stinky I'm starving." Amora chuckled out and laughed even harder when Lizette gave her the finger.

She smiled softly and gave her a slight nod as she stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She peeled her dress off; along with her panties and bra.

Jade eyes stared at the 5 inch scar.

It didn't matter how many times she looked at it or how long she stared at it. It was always there; pink and five inches long.

Arms up…still there.

Arms down…still there.

Turn right and left…still there.

Starting the shower she stepped in and pulled the door closed. As long as she stood under the shower sprays she wouldn't look like she had been crying.

It was times like tonight when she missed Roman the most.