Only Temporary

Rock Bottom

Two months later
Angie POV

Ever have that feeling the universe is trying to tell you something? I do I have it right now, laying on my friends couch having finally hit rock bottom.

I had had a job lined up for when the job with WWE finished but the day after I left WWE I got a call saying they no longer required my services. I had hoped the agency would come up with something but last week after two months of nothing and not being able to pay the rent I had to give up my home hence me lying on a friends couch.

Maybe it's karma for breaking Drew's heart or maybe it's the universe telling me I made a huge mistake letting him go, either way there's nothing I can do about it now.

I had reached out to him the day after I left my home, I had called him but he didn't answer and he never called back, I had toyed with the idea of calling Stephen but I didn't want to seem desperate.

Instead I had video called Jeff and Lexi, I had told them everything  and cried a whole bunch, they had both tried to get me to fly out and stay with them and I had told them I would think about it.

While I'm thinking my phone rings and desperate for it to be Drew I grasp for it, it's not him but it is an international number.

"Hello?" I say

"Angie it's Stephanie Mcmahon , how are you?" She asks

"Stephanie hi, I'm good thanks, how are you?" I lie in response to her question

"I'm good, listen we've had alot of the ladies singing your praises and we'd like to offer you a permanent job with us if you're interested?" She asks

"Yes absolutely" I say sitting upright "I'm definitely interested"

"Excellent" she says "I'll arrange your flight and hotel and we'll see you in a couple of days"

"Great thanks Stephanie" I say as we end the call.

I'm suddenly gripped with a kind of fear, have I made the right decision? Can I cope with being around him everyday? What if he doesn't want me there?

Two days earlier
Drew POV

I was in the gym benching and minding my own business when the door flew open and I saw Jeff rushing towards me. Placing the weight back in its hooks I sit up and wipe my face with a towel.

"Drew we need to talk" he says a note of worry on concern in his voice

"What about?" I say

"No here" he says and walks across to the gym office, assuming he wants me to follow him I do. Once I enter the office he closes the door behind me.

"It's Angie" he says now looking as well as sounding worried

"The makeup girl?" I ask "why do you need to talk to me about her?"

"Ok let's cut the crap, I know" he says looking me straight in the eye

"Well then what makes you think I want to talk about her" I say

"Well since you supposedly care about her I thought you'd want to know" he says "but I guess I thought wrong" he says heading towards the door but I stop him

"Wait" I sigh "is she alright?"

"Not exactly" he sighs "she's sleeping on a friends couch?"

"What! Why?" I ask

"The job she had lined up fell through, the agency had nothing and she couldn't pay her rent" he says

"Look I'm sorry it's happened but I can't help" I say

"Can't, won't or don't want to?" He snaps

"All of the above" I say "now if that's all you wanted?"

"You know what? She did the right thing ditching your sorry ass, you don't deserve her" he shouts before leaving the room.

What does he know, I don't deserve her? No what I didn't deserve was having my heart thrown back in my face. I'm sorry it's happened to her I really am but she's nothing to do with me anymore.

At the same time I feel a pang of guilt, she had called me yesterday and I had chosen to ignore it, had she needed me?. I had literally sat watching my screen as my phone rang, part of me wanted to answer but the other part the part that was hurt won.

At the end of the day she turned me down, she didn't want me, she didn't feel the same way I did so why should I feel anything now? Why should I help her? No she's not my problem anymore.