Chapter 3 – Not The End Of Me

Lizette wiped the condensation off the mirror that accumulated as she was taking her warm shower. Thank God her eyes weren't red from crying. She was back to staring in the mirror again; shaking her head she pulled on her black cotton shorts and a black tank top. She put a little mousse in her hair to keep it from getting fuzzy. In the morning it would help when she curled her hair.

She cleaned up her mess as she stepped out of the bathroom and stopped as she saw Amora and Jillian both sitting on one of the beds. She smiled softly as she tossed her dirty clothes over onto the suitcase before joining them on the bed. "What is this a meeting of the minds?" She asked in a snarky tone as Amora handed her a plate with chicken strips and cubed red potatoes. "Thanks." Snarky she might be but she was grateful for the friends she had.

Jillian scoffed as she popped a fry in her mouth. "Meeting of the minds; we don't exactly work for NASA." She stated before nodding to Amora for the bottle of water. "Someone called and said it was time for our monthly dinner so I came scurrying along."

"Does that mean you left an overly excited Ambrose some place searching for you?" Amora asked with a smirk.

Jillian chuckled. "There is nothing going on with Ambrose and me….yet. If he wants me he's going to work for it. I'm not going to be played by some professional wrestler. Especially if I find out he's screwing with me because I control 65% of the script writing direction."

Amora sat back on the bed with her chicken strips and French fries as she dipped her fry in Lizette's ranch. "God I can just feel these fries gathering in my ass and trying to work against me."

Jillian smirked. "I'm sure Baron has no issues with that. Last time I saw you two together at an NXT event his hands were all over your ass."

Amora's cheeks tinged pink. "Oops, I was hoping no one saw that. He's a very hands on guy."

"Uh, no; I'm sure everyone saw him corner you in the arena and lay that toe curling kiss on you when you all thought nobody was paying attention." Jillian teased.

Amora's cheeks just darkened as she caught the pillow Lizette threw at her and called her a hussy. "I can't help it. The man just makes me lose all sense of reality when he locks his eyes on mine and traps me." Amora tried to explain it away but could tell the girls didn't even believe her pitiful excuses.

Amora had been dating NXT superstar Baron Corbin for the last six months. His tattooed chest and arms and his huge 6'8" 275 lb. muscled frame drove her crazy, and her 5'7" 130 lb. frame with her dark purple hair and dark violet eyes reeled him in like a moth to a flame. His flame; his purple flame.

The girls ate with small talk before Amora turned her attention to Lizette. "Okay, so you want to tell me why you're not going to tell Roman about the surgery?"

Lizette shook her head. "Because it doesn't matter anymore; Roman wanted me out of his life for whatever reason and he got his wish. He doesn't get the right to be worried like a friend or boyfriend would be. I'm no longer his concern. He can stand around and be worried about his push or his career, whatever he wants I don't care."

Jillian smacked her lips. "Bullshit. I am calling bullshit right now. I know just exactly how in love you are with that big ass ape. The kind of love you two shared doesn't just go away overnight."

Her jade eyes were about to give her away. Lizette could already feel the emotions getting ready to take over once more; crying in the shower with no one seeing you was one thing; but her two best friends watching her fall apart again was just cruel and unusual punishment.

Lizette sniffled. "No but it does go away when he doesn't make any effort to contact you for the three months that he was on injury leave. The first week was the hardest Jilli. You guys know you saw me. I was a wreck. The man I was in love with the last two years of my life didn't just push me out of his life he threw me out on my ass. No explanation no small talk and the three months that followed nothing but silence from him."

Lizette sighed out shakily. "His sisters, his brother, his mother and father; all of them still call me and talk to me. They aren't going to force him to get his head out of his ass, which was my request; if he couldn't see what he was missing then it would be his own fault when he finally pulled his head out of his own ass."

Jade eyes blinked as silent tears slid down her cheeks. She accepted the tissue Amora handed her as she wiped her cheeks. "I just don't understand any of it. His family gives a shit about me a thousand times more than he does. They call me once a week to check in. After the surgery they visited and called and every Thursday I get five separate calls after chemo. How am I supposed to continue working in the same company with him?"

"You just do." Amora shook her head. "Hey! You are kicking cancers ass right now. You got a little wild and cut off all your hair and you are valeting one of the meanest son-of-a-bitches on the WWE roster. You don't have to do anything, but what you've been doing since that Samoan moron has been gone."

Amora moved closed as she cupped her friends face. "Lizzy, I know you love him and I know it is breaking your heart to have him close to you again and not being able to do anything about it. But right now all you can do is keep living your life."

Lizette nodded. "I just…I just feel like God is punishing me. I feel like I should have just stayed with Roman and not let him chase me off. I feel like it all fell apart after I let him run me out of his life; think about it found a lump, surgically had it removed, cancerous cell positive and now several rounds of chemo to make sure they got it all. And now on top of all that; Roman's back." She shook her head negatively. "I knew he wouldn't stay gone forever, but going through all this, I just don't want to see him. And we've got the Road to WrestleMania tour coming up and yay that's going to be fun…not."

Lizette stood from the bed as she picked up her dirty clothes and stuffed them in a plastic bag and then into her suitcase once she got her clothes out for the following mornings travel to the next town for Smackdown. She thought better of it as she stuffed her clothes into her back pack. "You know what I'm going to go and get my own room for the night."

"No you aren't." Amora stated. "You're going to sit your skinny little ass down and enjoy our company. You're not leaving this room. We room together on the road all the time."

"I know and I love you for it. But I just need time to be by myself tonight." Lizette stated softly.

Jillian stood up. "C'mon you can have my room which is right across the hallway in case you need us for anything; I'll bunk with Mory." Jillian reached over and grabbed Lizette's rolling suitcase and had her follow her three rooms down and across the hall. She unlocked the door with the key card as she handed it to her friend who as soon as she looked at her face could tell she honestly just needed a moment away from everyone and everything.

Jillian grabbed her things and tossed the key card on the night stand. "Call us if you need anything at all." She hugged her friend and kissed her cheek before she accepted Lizette's key card from her and left the room.

Lizette flipped all the lights off, pulled the blanket off the bed as she pushed open the window as she moved the chair over she propped her feet up on the window seal and wrapped herself up. Her jade eyes took in the lights of the city.

Detroit Michigan - the motor city; of all the places and all the times she had to run into the one person she really didn't want to. If things were different between them then her thought process would be much more different but right now she just wanted to tell Roman to fuck off for being such an asshole. But then again at the same time she really didn't.

Three months ago in September, when Roman kicked her out of his hospital room, his life and apparently his heart Lizette didn't think she was going to make it. October came around and it was breast cancer awareness month. All the Diva's and female employees got together and went to have their mammograms done on the same day. If they were going to support Susan G Komen Breast Cancer Foundation they had to show fans and females all over the world how breast cancer awareness started with the woman themselves.

10 days later she got the phone call that the mammogram found a lump directly behind her left nipple. She didn't freak out, she didn't cry; she didn't even get upset. She made sure to get a second opinion. But when the same result is staring back at you in double, it's hard to deny it. The first people she told was Amora and Jillian who both cried for her.

At the beginning of November they did a biopsy and it clearly came back cancerous. At the end of November she went in and had her surgery, they made sure to take the entire lump and unfortunately her nipple as well. They wanted to make sure it didn't metastasized. To make sure they got it all they ordered her to do 20 weeks of chemotherapy.

Here she was her third weeks of Chemo and her incision was healed up nicely; it was still a little pink but the more Neosporin she was putting on it the better it was healing and looking. Her breast looked smaller but the doctor had let her know if she wanted she could get a small implant and reconstructive surgery to make it look the same size as the other.

She had yet to make a decision on that.

She saw what the other Diva's went through who had implants. She wasn't sure she wanted to put herself through that.

Grey eyes were looking around the hotel bar as the waitress came over and set a beer down in front of him, Dean, and his twin cousins Jimmy and Jey.

"I know that look Uce. You should just call her or find out what room she's in." Jimmy stated as he took a sip of his beer.

Roman shook his head negatively. "It doesn't matter I can't take back what I did or how I treated her. I want to talk to her but after the look she gave me tonight I don't think it's going to happen for a while."

Jey shrugged his shoulders. "Uce you had your own reasons for it. You should be allowed to explain why you did what you did."

"It was a valid reason bro." Dean tried to agree with his best friend's cousins. "She's been rooming with Amora."

Roman looked at the amber liquid in the clear glass. "How do I make it up to her? I love her. I love her more than my damn career, but after the things I said to her and the way I treated her after the surgery. I'm surprised I'm not walking around with my testicles in my pocket; according to Jillian." Roman looked at Dean. "What's going on with you two anyways?"

Dean chuckled. "She's making me work for it. Hell she's making me work for all of it." Dean patted Roman on the back. "We'll help you think of something bro. Four heads are better than one at this point."

Roman nodded once more as he picked up his cell phone and notice the waitress had slipped her phone number under it. He shook his head and pushed it off onto the bar floor as he unlocked his cell and sent a text.

Lizette was pulled from her thoughts as her cell phone vibrated against her leg. She dug it out from under the blanket and looked at it.

Roman: We need to talk.

No…No we really don't. Lizette answered back as she rolled her eyes.

Roman: Yes we really do. I don't mean tonight, obviously not tonight. But we do need to talk.

Roman: I'm not going to push you into talking to me right now. I'm a patient man and I will wait as long as you want me to until you are comfortable enough to come and talk to me. I won't chase you around or force you. You pick the time and place. Until then I'll just be waiting. Patiently.

Lizette shook her head as she just sent back an 'ok'. And left it at that.

It was going to be a while and she was definitely going to wait until SHE was ready. He had better be prepared to wait until forever, because she just didn't feel like putting up with his bullshit or hearing his sorry ass excuses for the way he had behaved or the way he had treated her.

She still had to decide if she was going to tell him about the cancer. Roman's sisters and parents had done a great job of keeping it from him which she was extremely grateful for. His older sister Vanessa had taken her to her chemo appointments on Thursdays since she started. Vanessa lived right down the street literally and she had insisted she didn't want Lizette driving herself.

Lizette knew one thing right now: This cancer wasn't going to be the end of her…it was the beginning of changes to come.

She just didn't realize how true that statement was.