Hello, my loves! It's been a while since I updated this one. I'm working on my books and writing for Drew's Angels and my new story, A Warrior's Heart. Plus, life gets in the way sometimes. But, I'm back! As always, love to my girls Tm12Brady, GoldenGirl1920, ClaymoreQueen6176 and wwechristina for all your love and support!

OK, this one was so hard to write! Just remember...every great love story has sadness to make the sweet even sweeter. Enjoy!

PSA: I do not own any of the wrestlers or their personas. They belong to the WWE and themselves. I own the character of Dawn and that is all.

...As I paced back and forth all this time 'cause I honestly believed in you. Holding on, the days drag on. Stupid girl, I should've known, I should've known... - Taylor Swift (White Horse)

Dawn POV

I'm sitting here in the bedroom of our suite trying to get ready for this fucking party. I don't want anything to do with this right now. I'm having to reapply my makeup after crying the first look off. I don't understand any of this. I thought Drew really loved me. I really thought he always the one.

It's weird, but I had this stupid fucking fantasy that he might propose to me tonight. And I would've totally said yes. Goddamn it, I really am nothing but a dumb, naive little girl. He was too busy fucking that mattress back slut to give a damn about me. And asking me to come up to his damn room after my match, I guess he wanted to make sure I was good and humiliated. Hope fucking that trollop was fun and worth it, you fucking Scottish prick!

Denise has just come into the room. I wonder what Drew said to her. No, I don't give a shit! She looks like she's trying to find the right words to say to me. That's what I hate the most: the looks. The sad looks from my best friends gazing at me like I'm a pathetic mess, and the "I told you so" look from Mama. I really just wanna be left alone. I can't handle this.

I stop her before she can even speak as I finish up my makeup, "Save it, Denise. I'm not in the mood."

She comes over to me and takes my hands forcing me to turn to her, "In the mood or not, you need to hear this. Dawn, you really need to talk to Drew."

I try to turn away say firmly, "Yeah, that's not happening. I said all I needed to say to that bastard."

She forces my head back to her and is insistent, "Damn it, Dawn. Stop it! You are not your mom. You are not destined for heartbreak and you can't give up on him! Look, I believe him when he says he had no idea that skank was in his room. You didn't see his face. He's so devastated right now. He loves you and only you. You really need to talk to him."

I look down and my lip starts to quiver again as I speak with a quivering tone, "Denise, you weren't there. You didn't see that bitch stretched across his bed. You didn't see how she was dressed, or not fucking dressed. It knocked the breath out of me. When they say that you can feel your heart breaking, I used to think that was just an expression. But it's true. It hurt so damn bad. I thought I had found the one for me."

She tilts my chin up, "And you have. Sweetie, I'll go to this party with you if you want. But I really need you to think about at least talking to him. I know he'll be there wanting to see you. Please, just think about it."

I reach for a tissue to dab my newly made-up eyes, "It hurts too bad to think about." With that, she wraps me in that familiar best friend embrace.

Drew POV

I can't fucking believe this. I'm sitting here in the bar in the middle of this party. Right now, all I wanna do is drink myself inta a coma and I'm proceeding ta do just that. But even getting good and sloshed won't drown this pain out. What the fuck happened? How did I wind up here?

I should be in my hotel room making love ta Dawn after she accepted mah proposal. I should be inside her making her cum harder than ever. Then we should be letting our parents and friends know that we're spending the rest of our lives tagather.

But here I am, just sitting here drinking mahself inta a stupor and praying Denise can talk some sense inta her. I can't live without her. I don't wanna. I told both Sheamus and Stu what happened, and they were flabbergasted. They're sitting here baside me now talking ta me.

Sheamus shakes his head, "Jesus Christ! How tha fook did tha tart get in yer bleeding room?"

I put mah hands over mah face, "I don't know, mate. I came outta tha bathroom and they were both there. Taryn was in her damn underwear. Tha look on Dawn's face…goddamn me!"

Wade pounds his fist on the bar and yells, "Well, we won't let this happen. Ya gotta get back together. We'll do whatever it takes to help."

I look up at him and say sarcastically, "I thought ya just laughed at 'true love', Stu."

Stu sighed, "I just say that shit to bust your balls, Drew. Dawn makes you happy. That's all I want for you."

Sheamus agrees, "Exactly. Listen, when she comes in tha door, I'll go talk ta her. Stu, ya sit here with him and make sure that little tart comes nowhere near him. Drew, yer already getting pretty sloppy blitzed right now. Slow down, brother!"

I put mah head down on the bar, "It won't matter. I can't blame Dawn fer what she saw. I'd fucking hate me too."

Sheamus and Stu both look at each other, concerned and worried about me. Sheamus says, "We gotta fix this."

I look up and I see her come through tha door. All tha lads and gals from WWE are cheering fer her. She has a smile on her face as she raises tha women's title with her right hand. Jesus Christ, she takes mah breath away! She's sa fucking beautiful! I love her sa much. It should be me on her arm instead of Denise walking in with her. Mah ring should be on her finger right now. I fucking hate mah life right now!

Stu says, "Mate, don't worry. We'll fixed this. You're getting your girl back." He looks around and grunts, "Shit! Drew, I gotta go take a we bad. Don't you dare move. Let Sheamus talk to her. I'll be back as soon as I can."

I absentmindedly nod and snark, "Way ta break tha seal already, ya wanker!"

I barely hear his retort as he rushes off. All I can do is just look at her. She's fucking perfection. She doesn't even look like her heart is breaking as much as mine. She's tha champ and she's soaking up her limelight. As she should. She's earned it. Goddamn it, Drew!

Taryn POV

Ha! That big British idiot finally took a hike! I see my baby Drewy loves the booze. Well, I got a special concoction here with his name written all over it. Just a few sips and I'll have him up in my hotel room fucking my brains out before he even knows what hit him! He's mine, you little trailer park fire crotch bitch!

I saunter over to Drew. Oh, for fuck's sake! He's gawking at her! What does he see in her? She's nothing compared to me! I was on Playboy's cyber site, damn it! Men all over the world drool all over me! I'll show him what really good pussy is all about!

I approach him and sweetly say, "Hey Drew." I flash my biggest smile.

Drew turns from me and mumbles, slurring his words, "Fuck off, Taryn. Ya already ruined mah fucking life, ya dumb cunt. Go away."

How dare he! Ugh! OK I gotta pull myself together. I'm fucking him tonight come hell or high water! He just don't know it yet.

I saddle up next to him on the stool and put on the performance of my life, "Look Drew, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do cause you trouble with her. I didn't even know she was coming to your room. I was just playing a joke. See, I'm buying you a drink as a token of my apology. You like whiskey, right?" I cross my fingers behind my back.

He looks at me up and down. Yeah, that right! Drink in the site of me! You know you want me! My tits are pushed up as much as possible and my skirt is so short, I don't leave much to the imagination. I hold out the glass up to him and plaster on as much of an innocent smile as possible.

Drew POV

I can't balieve tha audacity of this bitch! She destroyed mah life, now she wants ta buy me a drink? I huff and tell her, "I'll take tha drink. Ya can fuck off."

I see her scowl as I jerk tha drink from her hand. I swig it all down without a second thought. All I care about is Dawn. I'm not tha praying kind, but I need all I can get when Sheamus talks ta her, and hope that Denise got through ta her somehow. I need her ta realize nothing happ…

Wait, why tha fuck do I feel sa funny? I'm trying ta stand up but… Why is the room spinning? What tha fuck is going on?

Dawn POV

I'm sitting over in the media section of the party doing interviews. I'm trying so hard to put a huge smile on my face and actually give a shit that I just won the biggest match of my career. But I don't. None of that matters to me anymore. What happened with Drew and that sleazebag slut is still screaming in my brain. I still can't believe this.

But I have a job to do. I have to sit here like a good girl and answer the same freaking questions over and over like my heart isn't shattered. I sent Denise back up to the room a few minutes ago. This is a long and tedious process and these types of parties aren't really her scene. Plus, I really don't need no damn babysitter. Or do I?

Thankfully, I just finished up the last question and now, I can party. Some fucking party. I just wanna go back up to my room and cry. Dave caught me as I entered the party and gave me a big congratulatory hug. He asked me out after the party, but I told him no. Like I've done for the past six months. As hot as Dave is, I never once thought of wanting any man but Drew. And the only things that love and loyalty got me nothing but a slap in the face and a pain in my heart not going away any time soon.

As I walk away from the media scrum, I feel a tap on the shoulder and hear that familiar Irish voice, "Lass, I need ta talk ta ya ASAP."

I shake my head as I look up into the sweet, knowing eyes of Stephen Farrelly. I've gotten to know him well enough that I don't bother calling him Sheamus. I bitterly tell him, "No. I know why you're here. He wants you to tell me how sorry he is that he fucked around on me. Right?"

Stephen pleads his case, "Dawn, I would never lie ta ya. Drew may have been a complete randy tomcat back when we were in Ireland, but I'm telling ya the truth. He loves ya, Lass. I've never seen him sa tore up. He says he never let that tart in his room."

I fold my arms and scoff, "Oh, and you believe him? You didn't see what I walked in on, Stephen. You have no idea how much that hurt me."

He quickly says, "Nah, I don't know what ya saw. But aye, I do believe him. Dawn, he loves ya. Yer all he ever talks about. Ya own his heart, Lass. Look, I wouldn't even try ta step in if I thought fer a minute he was fibbing. Please, can ya at least just talk ta him? Allow him ta tell ya his side of tha story and what in his heart."

I sigh and look down, trying not to let the tears stream down my face. I mumble, "I wanna believe him, Stephen. I love him so much."

He puts his pale, strong hand on my shoulder and smiles, "And he loves ya too. He's right over there at tha bar with Stu."

I feel myself start to hope that Stephen is right. That this was all a huge misunderstanding. I feel my resolve to never talk to him again crumble in that moment. I nod, "OK. Let me hear what…"

But as I look up, MOTHERFUCKER! I see Drew, the man who supposedly loves me so much, hanging all over that goddamn whore! I scream, "Is this some kind of a joke?! Were you in on this?! Oh, let's fucking embarrass and demean Dawn on what is supposed to be the best night of her life?!"

Stephen looks confounded and shrugs, "Lass, what are ya talking about?"

Now, the tears are unleashed from my orbs and as I point with authority, "That! That is what I'm fucking talking about! Whose idea was this? Are you in on this shit? You know what? Fuck all of you! You can tell that fucking cad Scottish prick and that I NEVER wanna see him again! He can have his diseased slut for all I care! All of you can go to hell!"

I stomp off, leaving Stephen with a mortified look on his ginger bearded face. Fuck all of this! I run for the ladies' room. I can't let the members of the nosy ass dirtsheets see me like this. I need a safe space that I can cry out my humiliation and grief. I hate myself for even wanting to believe.

Sheamus POV

I'm rushing out ta try and catch Drew and that tart! Wht tha fook is he thinking? And where tha fook is Stu? I'm trying ta catch them bafer they get ta that elevator. Drew looks like he's out of it. I told him ta slow down with tha drinks! I can't fooking balieve this!

Trying ta barrell mah way through tha noisy crowd, I finally see Stu and I yell, "Where tha fook have ya been?"

Stu is trying ta keep up with mah pace, "I hadta take a piss and couldn't hold it! What's going on?"

I point up ahead as I struggle ta keep up with them, "That, goddamn it! Why didn't ya just stay with him and hold it in?"

Stu growls, "Oh fuck! Is that Taryn he's all over?"

Sheamus shout, "Ya think? I had Dawn talked inta giving him a second chance, but she blew her fooking tits when she saw them! We gotta get ta them! DREW!"

But it's no use. We lose them in this noisy clutter and party. Stu yells, "Do you know his room number?"

I feel panicked at this point, "Nah, I don't. Let's find a quiet place to try his cell phone!"

Drew POV

I'm flat on mah back on a bed I'm assuming is mine. This goddamn room is spinning too. How did I get here? What tha fuck is going on? Everything is starting ta get blurry. But I see someone out of ha corner of mah eye. Looks like they have my cell phone.

In mah haze, I slur out, "Hey! Give that back! That's mine."

Then I hear another voice, sounds like I'm in a fucking tunnel. It's feminine, and it says, "Don't worry, Drewy baby. I'm just turning it off so we won't be disturbed. I got you here in my room. You're all mine now."

It has ta be Dawn! She's fergiven me! Thank fuck! The last conscious thought I have, I vocalize as mah pants are being unzipped and I feel kisses all over mah body, "Ah Dawn! I love ya sa much, mo ghraidh… FUCK!"

Dawn POV

I practically stumble out of the bathroom to head back into that fucking party. I don't wanna be around anyone. I look like shit. I feel like shit. I hate him. I hate her. But most of all, I hate myself for being stupid enough to believe in that dumb ass fairy tale!

Before I can reach the room, Nic has found me and his enthusiasm is making me nauseous, "Hey, there you are, Red! I've been looking for you, Champ." But he looks at my face and sees my anguish, "Dawn, what's wrong?"

My lip quivers as I tell him, "You were right about him, Nic. He broke my heart. He's fucking Taryn!"

I start big heaving sobs as he envelopes me in a tight embrace, "Oh Red. I'm so damn sorry. I hate seeing you like this. Listen…"

But I don't let him finish as I wail on her shoulder, "I'm so stupid, Nic. I thought he was the one for me. I let him into my heart. I let him take my virginity. God, what is wrong with me?"

He takes me by the shoulders and flatly says, "Nothing! Nothing is wrong with you. You are perfection. You're everything that is good in this world. Don't let him or anyone let you think you're anything less than that. Look, let me run in here and get you some water. We'll find a quiet place to talk. OK?"

I nod and he takes his leave. But as I stand there, the images of those two assholes fucking not giving my mind a moment's peace, I hear that deep voice, "Hey Red. Are you OK? Hey, have you been crying?"

I look up and there he is again. Dave Batista in front of me looking goddamn handsome as sin. Dressed impeccably in a black suit with a white shirt with the first two buttons undone, his jet black hair, little soul patch and his cool as hell demeanor is strangely comforting to me in this shitty moment in time.

I shrug and say, "Maybe a little. Or a lot. This night has really turned into a pile of shit."

He smiles at me and softly says, "You deserve the best, Red. Don't let anything or anyone get you down."

I get ready to thank him but then, I get an idea. A really bad idea. A really fucking excellent idea. I don't know what exactly has come over me as I coyly say, "Hey, is that invite to go out with you tonight still open?"

He tilts his head and narrows his eyes, "It is, as always. But what about your boyfriend?"

I raise my eyebrow and smirk, "What boyfriend?"

He chuckles and holds out his hand to mine, "Let's get the hell out of here."

I put my hand in his. It's so warm. We walk towards the elevator. I don't know what I'm thinking. Dave is almost twice my age and has a reputation of being a man slut. You know what? For once, I'm not even thinking. I'm feeling!

I'm tired of always being the good girl. What the fuck did it get me? A damn broken heart and humiliation galore, that's what. Yeah, I'm only 19 years old. I have my whole fucking life ahead of me. I'm going to go live it. Fuck off, Drew Galloway! If I'm making a mistake with Dave, I'm gonna make damn sure it's a good one!

Nic POV

You gotta be fucking kidding me! She ran off with Batista?! It should've been me! This was supposed to my night to finally tell how much I love her! That was supposed to be what this plan was all about, right? But I went through with this bullshit, breaking Dawn's heart, and I don't even get my chance!

I already had a ton of guilt gnawing at my gut for the part I played in this. And seeing her so upset made me feel even more like shit than before. Fucking bimbo Taryn! I should've never let her get inside my head. I guess she got him in the bed now. And all I got was to stand here with a glass of water looking like a dumb ass! Goddamn it!

Drew POV

I finally have come ta and can't balieve what has happened. I'm naked with Taryn laying all over me, kissing mah chest and tangling her legs in mine. All that fucking that just happened. I thought I was with Dawn. I thought I was fucking her. I want her in mah arms more than anything.

But it wasn't her. Tha sex we just had was wild as hell, but it was sa cold. I shoulda known by tha way she felt. Dawn is sa tight and fits me like a glove. And when she makes love tah me, she doesn't just use her body. She puts her heart and soul inta it. All this was an unfeeling fuck. Because I feel nothing fer Taryn. Nothing.

Taryn looks up at me as she tries ta get me hard again with her hand and hums, "I love you, my Drewy baby."

I don't respond, but mah cock does. Goddamn it! As she starts sucking me off, I know now things have gone too far. I've fucked up beyond the point of no return. I've lost the best thing that's ever happened ta me. I lost the love of mah life. Somehow, I feel like I deserve being this miserable. I'm sa damn sorry, mo ghraidh. No matter what, I'll never stop loving you.

Dawn POV

"...They say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good?..." Taylor Swift (I Did Something Bad)

Holy shit! That rocked my world! Dave fucked me within an inch of my life! We dropped all pretenses of going out and came straight up to his room. When he pulled me to his massive body and started kissing me, it's like I became a completely different person. I closed off every single feeling I had and just lost myself in the moment. All I wanted in that instant was to not feel anything except Dave inside me.

And he was good. Holy shit, was he good! He got me in every position possible and damn, does he have a large cock! He pounded me so hard, I'm surprised I didn't pass out. He made me feel desirable, wanted and like a real woman. Was Dave a revenge fuck? Maybe. But I'm under no delusion with him that we are made for each other.

I'm laying here on my side as he spoons me. I feel his naked skin and muscular frame against me. His arm heavy around me in sleep. He really is sweet, and I like him a lot. I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun together, if it even goes further than this night.

I'm sure Drew is doing that same with that gator country trash bag right now. So, I shouldn't care what he does. He made it clear what he wanted at the party, and he can have it. It's his own fault if she gives him every STD known to man. Let's just say she has quite the reputation for fucking her way around the locker room…and management. Good luck with that penicillin shot, you fucking asshole!

But even still, I lay here weeping, trying to not make a cry escape my lips and trying to my body as it shudders from my sobs. No matter how good Dave fucked me, he's not Drew. I don't love him like I do that damn motherfucker that shattered my heart. And no matter how deeply he hurt me, Drew will always be the man that holds my heart. Goddamn him.

But I have to leave Drew Galloway in the dust. I already allowed him to ruin my big night and take my focus away from my goals in WWE. I can't allow that to ever happen again. I have to get over him. I have to move on somehow…I just don't know how yet.