Author Note: I apologize for the late update. I've been hitting a lot of writer's block with this story. Hopefully this new chapter is to everyone's liking. Krys makes a major appearance. She belongs to fellow author Krys Jericho(I always appreciate it when she allows me to use her.) Let me know what you think.

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Chapter 32: Resentment and Chaos

Savannah

Roman had taken Becky to the hotel. She was far too upset to be speaking with a police officer, which left it for me to plan out what we were going to say. I honestly had no idea where to even start. The only thing I could think about what the look on Becky's face when she handed me her phone and the bank account numbers were at zero.

I've been friends were her for long enough to know how much she was saving and what she was saving for. With Roman being the target of torment, Becky was suffering because she decided to stick with him through it all no matter how much it hurt her in the end. I loved her for being so determined; but at the same time, I was frustrated that she was the one suffering.

"Sav..." Amelia said softly approaching me from across the hall.

"What?" I snapped, not really in the mood to talk with her considering how much I knew she was hiding from me.

"I know you're upset about all of this; but you don't need to talk it out on me. I haven't been around."

Narrowing my eyes at her defense, I let out a sigh in the realization that she was right. None of this was Amelia's fault. Slamming my hand on the equipment case, I let out a frustrated whine. Tonight was not how I envisioned things to go. There were so many things I wished that I could do to help my best friend; but there was nothing except to go to the authorities.

Amelia reached over to wrap her arms around me tightly. Call me crazy; but Becky was family to me and I'm extremely protective of my family. Moving my head off her shoulder, I could see Krys standing at the end of the hall with a harsh stare and her arms crossed over her chest. It was then that I remembered all the things I've been hearing about her.

She's been keeping a distance from everyone, including me. While I was down in Florida, she may have shot me a text maybe twice the entire time. There was something definitely wrong with her and since there was nothing I could do about Becky tonight, I was going to try and fix a different problem entirely. "Tell Seth I'll meet him at the hotel, there is something I need to take care off." I told my sister.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah...oh and by the way...it's okay if you're seeing Dean. Just would have been nice if you just came out and told me the truth."

"Savannah...I just..."

"Another time, Lia."

I left my sister with her mouth open. I was by no means stupid or oblivious to the things around me. I've known for quite some time that Dean was hiding something from me. I supposed he didn't know how to approach me with it just like Amelia didn't.

Krys never moved from the section of hallway she stood in. Her dark hair was straight and lay across her shoulders. There was fresh purple dye at her ends and accented the leather jacket she was currently wearing. Swallowing the lump in my throat, she flicked up her silver glasses that had fallen down the bridge of her nose almost touching the sparkling stud there.

"I've been meaning to talk with you." I said almost three feet away.

"Really? I mean you did just up and leave me high and dry without a notice." She snapped tossing her hair back over her shoulder to lay on her back.

"Now that is untrue. I did tell you that I was leaving for Florida. I even tried to get you to come visit."

It was like she had no interest in what I was saying. This was not the woman I was friends with, she wasn't even present at all. It was like talking to a shell that looked like her. Krys uncrossed her arms from her chest and took a step closer to me, studying my features...even the new ones like my hair. "I've heard that you've been keeping your distance from everyone. Did something happen?" I asked curiously and mentally pleading that she'd tell me the truth.

"You know damn well that I was never really friends with Sasha or Becky. I only spoke to them because of you. And Becky...well...I never had a respect for someone who starts to see a friend's ex. That's absurd in my eyes."

I knew those reactions would come out sooner or later; but most people understood that Roman was a better fit with Becky than he had been with me. To me, I never understood why that would bother someone. If those people are happy and you are a true friend, then you should be happy for them no matter who it is. Maybe I was just crazy. "Roman and I didn't fit...she brings out a different side to him that I've never seen before and I would never ruin that. They are happy...just like I am with Seth."

"Oh yes...I forgot about that. The man who walks away from you because he never had the balls to tell you how he felt in the first place."

"What the hell is your problem? You are not the same person..."

"You're right...I'm not..."

That was all she said before turning her back to me and walked away. I was hurt. She never had talked to me the way she just had...ever. In all the years I've known her, she never once raised her voice at me. Sure, there were things I did that she hadn't approved of; but that was most friendships. Normal behaviors.

I could feel the tears threatening to spill over my lashes. Leaning back against the cold wall, I could hear footsteps approaching from behind. Deep down, I hoped that it was Seth even though I told Amelia to tell him not to wait up for me. A warm hand cupped the side of my bare arm. Immediately, I knew that it wasn't Seth. The touch wasn't as comforting as his was. I turned to the side a little to see Sami Zayn standing there with a gentle smile across his lips.

"I couldn't help but overhear some of that..." He started to explain removing his hand from my arm.

"It's okay...I probably deserved that treatment." I replied feeling a little responsible for her sudden change in attitude.

"I seriously doubt that."

There was sincerity in his voice that was greatly appreciated. Somehow I felt like her new found resentment was my fault and I didn't know how to fix it. There had been a hint of jealously in her voice and it made me wonder what exactly she could be jealous about. It made zero sense to me. "As much as I appreciate you saying that...the fact is...I probably did. I haven't been around as much and now that I am...my life is different...and maybe I didn't pull her into it as much as I did Becky."

"That shouldn't matter if you two are true friends. Trust me, I would know. Jealousy tore Kevin and I apart as friends."

Sami was indeed right about that. In just a few short weeks the last match between them would happen. In less time than that the draft would be upon us and no one knew what was going to happen then. That thought came crashing down around me like a ton of bricks. What would happen if Seth and I were split up? "Savannah...talking might fix the issue; but maybe it won't. You need to be prepared for that outcome" He told me blinking his eyes before giving my arm another squeeze.

"I know..."

I think he could see the uncertainty in my eyes, because he cocked his head to the side a little. I couldn't tell if he was waiting for me to explain further or not, so I remained silent. Sami was one of the guys that came into NXT after I was already on the main roster. We never got to speak unless I was visiting Becky and the times we did get to speak, they were always wonderful conversations. There was a lot I could learn from him if given the chance. "I need to get going. I'm sure Seth is wondering what's taking me so long." I said softly.

"Right..." He replied removing his hand off my arm as if my skin burned his palm.

"Thank you for taking the time to talk to me..."

"You're welcome."

Leaving him alone in the hallway, I pushed the door open to step out into the parking garage. It was then I allowed the tears to roll down my cheeks and fall from my chin to concrete below. Krys and I had been through a lot as friends and to think that she somehow resented me was a tough pill to swallow. I wanted to know why.

Becky

I laid on my side facing the wall. The tears had dried to my cheeks and I was the point that I just couldn't do it anymore. My entire savings was gone in the blink of an eye. Everything that I had worked so hard for. The idea of owning my own home, to someday have my own family live in it was what kept me going. Not to mention the fans that cheer for me night in and night out. On top of having fractured ribs, the man that had been tormenting Roman for months stole a little over fifteen thousands dollars out of my personal savings.

"Becky, I can't even begin to try and apologize for this..." Roman said softly from the edge of the bed he was sitting upon.

"Then don't, because it isn't your fault. You didn't steal the money, Roman." I argued hugging the pillow tighter.

"I might as well have. The reason this is happening is because of me. You aren't seeing this because of your feelings. This has to stop. I have to make it right."

Squinting my eyes tight, knowing exactly what he was planning to do only hurt more. When I thought my life was complete, it was crashing down around me. It was just like the character I portrayed onscreen. Everything I did was never good enough. "Leaving isn't going to make him stop. If you care even the slightest about me...he will still target me no matter what you say."

"Maybe it's you he wants and if I stay away...you stay immune from the torment and maybe he will give the money back."

"So then I loose you...how is that fair?"

I finally sat up and look at him with what I knew was bloodshot eyes and smeared make-up. Roman's hair fell into his eyes. The eyes I knew were broken. He stood up and circled around to sit down next to me. His scent waved under my nose causing my stomach to do flips. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from leaning forward and taking what I wanted. There severity of what was currently happening in our lives was more important. "No it's not fair; but I'm trying to do what's best for you and being around me is not what's best for you."

"I've told you that I didn't care about that."

"You have and look where that took us. Your entire savings is gone."

"Roman..."

He held his hand up to cut my words off. I knew then that he wasn't playing around. He was serious. He fully intended to walk away from whatever what happening between us for the sake of keeping me out of it. As noble as that was, it's not what I wanted. I wanted him. Roman took both of my hands into his and kissed the back of each one before standing up. "Stay strong, you hear me. I want to see that beautiful smile, because believe me I'll still be watching."

I couldn't say anything. The anger I felt deep inside was overwhelming. He really was going through was this and it hurt a lot. I really thought that if I fought he'd stay, guess I was wrong. Just like every other time I tried. He let go of my hands and the reality sunk in. All I could see through blurred vision was his back getting further and further away until he was completely out the door.

Roman

Closing the door behind me, I stopped and shut my eyes. Her sobs could be heard from outside the door. It broke me to hear that; but it had to be done. I couldn't continue to allow her to suffer because of me. This issue was with me and me alone. I never imagined that I would find myself in the position I had been in with her. I never meant to care, never meant to fall for someone so quickly. That wasn't who I was...until she came along.

My phone vibrated against the top of my thigh. Pulling the device out of the pocket of my jeans, I could see that the wonderful message that was waiting for me was from Adrian. Sliding my finger across the skin, I could see the foreign number that changed every time he sent a message. This time there was no photo, just words.

"I must admit that surprised me. You never struck me as someone who wasn't selfish. Props! So I will return the money so long as you don't speak a single word to her until Battleground. That when you and I will meet face to face."

I quickly took a screenshot before the message deleted. Going back into my phones photos, the shot in question lay there plain as day with all the words intact. I forwarded the photo to Dean, Seth, and Savannah. Hopefully, one of them would tell Becky since I could not. She deserved to have that money returned and there was no way to know if he would do it; but I had to try.

Walking away from Becky's door, I felt empty. I missed her already. Missed her touch, her warmth, he lips on mine...everything. Opening the door to my own room, the darkness welcomed me and that was precisely how I stayed until I fell asleep.

Amelia

Being the one to tell Seth that he shouldn't wait for Savannah was indeed a task when he asked a million questions as to why. When I finally told him that she wanted to speak to Krys, he finally understood what I was getting at. There was still a lot of people rushing around to get everything tore down and packed up for the next city.

The heels of my shoes clicked against the floor echoing against the walls. I knew Dean was waiting for me in the car as I finished relaying my message. Of course, I got stopped several times along the way. He was probably wondering what the hell I was doing or he's already decided to come look for me.

Ahead of me I could see dark hair with lavender tips and a leather jacket in my vision. She looked familiar but I couldn't tell from this angle until she turned to make eye contact with me. "Krys right?" I asked trying not to sound so skeptical.

"And your the bitchy sister of Savannah...never bothered to remember your name though."

"Boy, Sav was right. You aren't the same at all. I definitely don't appreciate your attitude towards me. You don't even know me."

A sneer appeared on her face. There was something about her that was almost vicious. She took a step closer to me, leaning in a little further than was deemed comfortable. "Oh by the way, do you really think Dean gives a damn about you? You are a means to an end." Krys whispered before taking a step back, straightening herself.

"Oh so this is about jealousy, then?" I commented half laughing.

"I have nothing to be jealous over, hunnie."

I laughed fully this time, "Oh please, it's written all over your face. You must of had a thing for all three of them. When one got snatched up, you went for another until there was no one left. I don't have the time for petty shit like jealousy. I'm confident that Dean is plenty interested in me."

Whatever I said caused her to snap, because the next thing I knew, her hand connected with the side of my face. Before I could retaliate, strong arms wrapped around me. Dean held on, refusing to let go. "I don't know what the hell is the problem, Krys; but you need to just walk away. Savannah would be pissed off if she knew what you just did to her sister."

"I don't honestly care, so go ahead and tell her. I welcome it."

Struggling to get free from Dean's grasp so I could teach the woman before me a thing or two about respect, I realized that she was on a self-destructive path. The jealousy was eating away at her rational thought process and making her bitter towards the people she once considered friends. It was sad and made me want to talk her through all the shit; but the fact that she just slapped me prevented me from doing just that.

Krys turned and walked out the door to exit the building. Dean loosened his grip on me and turned me around in his arms. His thumb brushed across the tender skin of my cheek. The blue of his eyes shimmered with emotion as he examined me for any further damage, even though I assured him there was none.

"Are you sure that you're fine?" He asked.

"I can handle myself, Dean. The girl is obviously broken down and the only thing she has left is the jealousy."

"She's never acted that way ever. I think I may have a chat with Dolph about her."

I raised an eyebrow at him, confused as to why Dolph Ziggler had anything to do with Krys. Then I remembered that they are friends. Hopefully they still were. I felt bad for her. I've been down that road before and it's never pretty from any angle.