xXx 2004 Phil Brooks/CM Punk xXx

I was fucking cursing myself for forgetting my cell phone back at the mansion. I had planned on staying gone for at least a week or so, but I couldn't really go away without that phone. I groaned as I laid back on the hotel bed of the room I had been in for only fifteen minutes before I noticed I had left it. I rolled over onto my side, wondering if it would be better to go back tomorrow instead of tonight. I knew the odds of seeing Skylar tonight were probably high due to the fact that Samoa Joe had told me he was going out on some business.

I really didn't know what the fuck had gotten into her. She had pissed me off. I had been working so damn hard for us to have something together and she was basically tossing it all out the window. I knew she was jealous of Kelly, however, I had told her time and time again that she was just a decoy. Samoa Joe was taking the bait. All we needed was some more time for Kelly to get him wrapped around her little finger.

I raised up, groaning loudly. If I wouldn't have fucking put that cell phone on charge then I wouldn't need to go back and possibly risk seeing Skylar. However, I had to have that phone. I needed to be able to reach one of the guys if something happened. Cursing, I raised up out of the bed and grabbed my keys from the nightstand. I wasn't going to bother with my clothes and things since I planned on coming right back.

The drive was pretty peaceful considering it was now dark out. Most of the people were inside their homes or inside some buildings in town. If you were smart, you knew not to lurk the streets at night. We lived in a very shady town where a lot of bad crimes went down.

When I pulled into our drive way I noticed that several cars were missing. The only car that was home was Homicide, which slightly worried me. He wasn't stupid though. I knew Samoa Joe and I had got the message through to him. He wouldn't be fucking around with Skylar anymore, unless he planned on digging his grave.

I walked inside and went straight up to my room. I opened up the door and coughed when I could smell candles burning, and what smelled as if a shit load of body spray had exploded. It smelled like the worse french whore that I could imagine. I looked over and saw Kelly sitting in the bed reading a book. I knew right off the bat that something was wrong with this picture. She was trying to cover up something.

"Baby, you're home!" She exclaimed, as she rushed over to me.

When she hoped off the bed I watched as something flashy and silver dropped down from the bed sheets. I arched a brow as I moved away from her and walked over to it. I stepped on it with my foot, dragging it out to the middle of the floor so I could inspect it further. I laughed, shaking my head when I saw that it was a open condom wrapper. The rubber was missing, and probably disposed of, however the plastic had been left behind.

"Who did you fuck today?" I questioned, turning around to look at her.

"What?" She asked, choking on her words, "What are you talking about?"

"I see the condom wrapper, and you've got candles burning, and shit sprayed to cover up the scent of spray. Not to mention there's a cum stain on my black sheets, and it's not mine, so who did you fuck?" I questioned, in a tone that was not very nice in the least.

She sniffled, "I didn't mean--"

"WHO WAS IT?" I asked, my tone no longer happy.

I was only pissed because she had done it in my bed on my fucking sheets. I didn't want someones elses juices on my sheets. She cried, and then whispered out it was Christ. I groaned, shaking my head as I walked over and grabbed my cell phone and charger off the table.

"Where are you going?" She asked, as she looked up at me.

"I'm leaving because my whore of a girlfriend can't keep her legs together," I said.

I was trying to make her feel guilty because she was in fact a whore. Even if I didn't give a shit about her, I still felt betrayed by her spreading her legs to everyone else. I placed my cell phone in one pocket and charger in the other and then slammed my bedroom door in her face.

I walked down the hall, figuring I could tell Homicide what I was up to and why I was here. I was also going to tell him to keep an eye on Kelly for me. The closer I got to his room the more noise I heard. He had no respect from me so I didn't feel the need to knock. I walked inside, hearing a light moaning. I didn't know if it was coming from him or whatever whore he had inside his room.

My eyes widened when I saw his hand on Skylar's chest, along with his mouth on her neck. She didn't look like she was trying to fight him off. Her eyes were closed, and her neck was tilted to the side, allowing him to work away. I crossed my arms over my chest, wondering what the fuck was going on here. She was now in Homicide's bedroom, allowing him to fucking kiss her and grope her?

"What the fuck is this?" I bellowed to them, not knowing what the fuck she was thinking.

They jumped apart from each other. He looked almost as scared as she did. I could see her eyes quickly coat over with tears. She was either feeling really fucking guilty, or really scared. I would have assumed Homicide had forced her into here if I would have heard her protesting it in some way, but she hadn't been making a noise.

"Well the cat is away the mice shall play," I laughed, shaking my head. "Samoa Joe will have your fucking head," I told Homicide.

"Samoa Joe won't know," He warned me. "Or should I tell him what you've been up to Punk?"

"I've not been up to anything you piece of shit," I scowled, "And I would keep my mouth shut if I were you unless you want another fucking black eye and busted lip."

He didn't say anything else. He seemed to have lost his balls when I had said those words to him. I looked back at Skylar, shaking my head. I could not fucking believe her behavior. She was just as fucking bad as Kelly. I walked out of the room, not giving a shit if he fucking raped her all night long. I was fucking done. I wasn't even going to care about Kelly being a decoy any longer. I didn't need a fucking decoy because I didn't want Skylar anymore.

She had managed to make me develop feelings for her, thinking she was a good person. In my mind I had pictured out a future with her, even if I knew that was unrealistic in the world we lived in. I knew the odds of Skylar and I ever working out under this roof were very low. However, If she and I expanded into something that I knew could work, then I would have no problem leaving this place behind.

Not now though. She had taken my fucking dreams of a future with her and stepped on them. She had gutted whatever hopes I had of one day having a family with someone who I could see myself caring about. I had learned my lesson. All women were the fucking same. They were just whores who were waiting to rip your heart out and step on it.

I went back to the hotel room, not even caring if I fucking returned and she was dead. She was already dead to me. If Homicide fucked her into the dirt tonight, then it wouldn't fucking matter to me. I didn't even care if Samoa Joe fucked her into the dirt. She was nothing to me anymore. I was moving on and returning back to the cold hearted asshole that she had met.