Returning

It had been a long week away from the mansion. I was beyond ready to go home. I missed sleeping in my own bed. I missed going into the kitchen and finding something to eat. I missed being inside the shower for as long as I fucking wanted without hearing some damn guy next door singing through the thin walls. I missed a lot about home, and I was finally going back.

The one thing I had missed the most was Skylar, but I wasn't going to let her or anyone else know that. She was no longer my fucking concern. I had brushed my feelings for her under the rug. I didn't need her and she obviously didn't need me. She was willing to fuck around with Homicide, and was probably fucking Samoa Joe as well. The last time I had touched her she had pretty much cringed which proved to me she had grown tired of me.

I was so stupid to believe that some naive little girl could have feelings for me. She was still a teenager for fucks sake, and I had been willing to toss everything out the door for her. I was putting my life on the line by sneaking around with her, and for her to stab me in the back and rip my heart out like that taught me a lesson. Bitches were not put on this earth for love. They were put here to be fucked, and ruin your lives. I would never get tired of sex, but I was already tired of women.

I walked inside the house, going straight up to my room. I had called yesterday and spoke with Kelly. I told her I wanted my entire fucking room cleaned because I didn't know who she had been fucking. She had told me it was no one, and it wouldn't be no one, but I didn't believe her. Once a whore, always a whore. Nothing was going to change her ways, not me, not Samoa Joe, nor any other man. She was going to be a whore until the day she died; just like Skylar.

I rolled my eyes when I walked inside the kitchen and spotted Homicide. I was pissed the fuck off at him, and if we didn't need him so much to help keep our gang strong, then I would have already blowed his fucking brains out. He had a cocky smile on his lips as he placed his hands on the back of his neck and leaned back in the chair. I knew he was going to open his mouth and say something stupid, but I knew I could ignore it. After all, I didn't fucking care about her anymore.

"You know, she's a wild one in the sheets," He said, implying they had slept together.

"You know, I don't really give a fuck," I turned around and looked at him dead in the eyes.

He chuckled, "Aw, Punk, don't be mad. We're just passing her around. That's what we always do. Don't tell me you went and got attached."

"Fuck her all you want, Homicide," I retorted, "I don't give a fuck about her, or you. You both can go to fucking hell, and I may just be the one to send you there," I threatened before I walked out of the kitchen.

He was testing his grounds. He knew we couldn't kill him because we actually needed his sorry ass around. However, I knew that if he kept pushing my buttons then it would only be a matter of time before I placed a bullet between his eyes. I walked out of the room and up the stairs, when I reached the top stair I stopped and starred at the girl standing in front of me.

Skylar looked as if she had seen a ghost. Her skin went pale white, and I noticed the black bags under her eyes which told me she hadn't been sleeping. She had probably been up all night fucking one of the guys. She crossed her arms over her chest, not in a defensive posture, but more or less in a scared one. I didn't say a word to her, instead I just walked right past her. Until I heard her voice whisper my name in such a soft squeak that I could help but to turn around.

"What?" I asked, rather annoyed. She didn't need to speak with me.

"Where have you been?" She asked softly, as she took a couple of steps towards me, "You've been gone a week."

"Why is it any of your concern, Skylar?" I questioned, "Shouldn't you be more worried about who you're going to fuck tonight?" I said, "Oh wait, maybe you can get both Joe and Homicide in, who knows, maybe they'll be into a threesome."

Her eyes coated over in tears when I said that. I could tell she was hurting, but I couldn't comfort her. I was hurting myself. She had already broken my heart. She had ripped out my heart, stepped on it, and then handed it back to me. I had promised myself I would never fall for a girl, however, Skylar had came in and changed all of that. I had fallen for her and she had made me regret ever meeting her.

"Punk, you need to let me explain--"

"What the fuck is there to explain?" I cut her off, "I think you fucking around with Homicide is pretty self explanatory," I said, not comfortable arguing with her in the hallway.

"Let me explain, please," She whispered, "If only--"

"You go your way and I'll go mine," I once again cut her off, "We don't need to talk, we don't need to even be in the same room as one another. Whatever we had is over." I said, before turning around and walking away from her.

Walking away from her was one of the hardest things I'd ever done in my life. All I wanted was to turn around and comfort her but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I had to move on from her. I had to get over her. I couldn't allow a girl to break me down and make me weak. I planned on focusing on myself instead of worrying about her.

I walked inside my room and Kelly was sitting on the bed waiting for me. I didn't say a word to her as I tossed my back down and walked over to inspect my bed. It looked as if she had changed the sheets like I had wanted. The entire room even smelled nice. She frowned when she looked up at me, tucking some of her blond hair behind her ear.

"I'm really sorry," She mumbled, her voice sounding very true. She actually sounded like she was sincere.

"For what?" I questioned, crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry for fucking your friends," She licked over her lips, "I just. . . I wanted to stir you up and get a reaction. I wanted you to do what they were doing. I don't know why you don't do things to me," She frowned, "I really like you, and I just want you to--"

"I need to get some rest, go out of my room for awhile." I interrupted her.

I didn't give a fuck if Kelly cared about me and only fucked Steel and Joe to make me jealous. She frowned but nodded her head as she leaned up and kissed my cheek softly before she walked away. I had expected her to protest or do something, but she had actually done as I had asked.

I crawled into my bed and pulled my covers up around me. I was exhausted, even if I had done nothing for the last week. I hadn't been able to sleep well in the hotel. I didn't know if it was the paper thin walls, or the fact that I knew Skylar was here sleeping with Samoa Joe every single night.

I knew that I would have to get over things. I would have to deal with seeing her with the other guys. I would have to deal with not kissing her or holding her in my arms. I would have to deal with not wanting to see her smile or laugh. I would have to deal with quite a bit, however, I knew I could do it. I just needed to keep my distance from her and everything would work out.