Broken (Completed)

Chapter 22

Punk's POV:

"Funny story, I've been released but I don't have my car so, I'm gonna need you to pick me up. You honestly have no idea how embarrassing it is to call my wife at what is now six in the morning to pick me up from the police station. This is going to be a hell of a story to tell our children.."

I paused. Children. Yeah right. Who am I kidding? Pretty soon my wife will be not only in the arms of someone else but, another woman. I'm suppose to pretend to be okay with it and be the good guy that I need to be, that I'm trying to be. The supportive role that husbands are suppose to play isn't suppose to be this hard. Challenging, sure. There isn't anything written in vows where it says, "If you're wife decides to leave you for another woman, you have to be okay with that."

It's not even the fact that Saraya is a woman. It's the fact that she's been in love with April just as long as I have but didn't say anything. For awhile, I didn't either but at least I eventually did. It isn't fair to me. This whole situation just isn't fair. Am I bitter? Of course I'm fucking bitter. Don't you know who I am? I'm CM Punk. I'm the most bitter damn man on the god damn planet. When things don't go my way, I tend to lose it.

But this time I can't. I just can't.

"That's if..." I started to continue what I was going to say as I leaned against a wall outside the police station. "That's if you choose me...or whatever. Ape, I...I.." Suck at this feelings shit. Especially when the feeling isn't anger but sadness. I cleared my throat and finished, "I really hope you choose me. Anyways, call me back whenever you get this or just like pick me up. Thanks Apes, love you." I slid down the wall and rested my elbows on my knees as I waited.

A funny thing waiting is because waiting can be for five minutes but, it can also be for five hours. From six to eleven, I sat and waited for her to pick me up. I watched the sun come up, something I use to do a lot as a child, and I watched different people walk back and forth in front of me. Some of them noticed me so to kill time, I took pictures with fans of mine and sat and chatted with them. They couldn't stay long though, they had to go to work.

I'd called her every hour but it kept going straight to voicemail. I had no choice to give up when my phone died.

I'd just decided to start walking when I heard someone say, "No way dude, do you know who you are?"

I snapped out of it and looked up immediately shielding my eyes from the blinding sun, "Do you know who you are?" I replied chuckling.

She smiled, "Of course I know who you are. You're only my role model. You're Cm Punk! Dude, I can't believe this."

I stood up, straightening my clothes and said, "And I know who you are. You're one of my favorite NXT divas. You're Becky Lynch! I can't believe this."

"You seriously know who I am? That's fucking insane! Oh shit dude, I'm sorry. I swear like I fucking sailor. But I'm also freaking out because you're Cm Punk!"

I laughed, "I swear too. It's okay really."

"What is my inspiration doing outside of police station? Ah Punk, have you been getting yourself into some shenanigans as of late?"

"There was a misunderstanding and things got ridiculous. I straightened the cops out though. What about you?"

"I'm just exploring the city although, I tend to get lost. Hell, if it isn't Ireland, I always get lost no matter what city we're in. You Americans have a lot of McDonalds."

"On behalf of all Americans and speaking firmly as a vegan, I apologize."

We both laughed then she asked, "Do you not have a ride?"

"Uh well, I'm suppose too. I've called my wife like a hundred times but no answer. That and my phone died so, I'm kind of shit out of luck."

"Oh, no you're not. I happen to have this Ford F-150 that I've recently treated myself with. Come on, I'm giving you a ride"

"Oh Becky, you don't have too. I could-"

"Oh please shut up and come on."

I shrugged laughing, "Okay, okay sure why not."

I followed her toward a parking garage a few blocks from where I was waiting and asked, "So. A truck huh?"

"What'd you expect? Some girly little corvette? I like trucks. Huge monster trucks that even the hulk himself couldn't fit in. Ones that make tons of noise and can destroy the road while driving on it."

"Damn. I never looked at it that way. You have quite the imagination, Becky."

"I just don't see the point in driving frilly little sissy cars. Drive something that's going to terrify other people on the road. Something that says, "FUCK YEAHHHHH" you know? Sorry I'm weird."

She took her keys out of her pocket, hit a button, and the lights flashed on the biggest damn truck I'd ever seen. It was jet black, with monster tires, and those headlights you only see on monster trucks. She was dead ass serious.

I stopped and stared at it, "That's your truck?"

"This is my baby. Why?"

"It's bigger than you. It's bigger than me. It's bigger than king fucking kong."

She smiled, "I know, isn't she bad ass?"

"She?" I asked.

"Her name is Mayhem. For obvious reasons. Now please, enter Mayhem." She climbed into the truck, closed the door, and waved for me to get in.

I just chuckled shaking my head then walked to the other side of the truck. I climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door behind me.

I looked at her when she said, "Now watch this." I watched Becky press a bunch of buttons then turn the dial all the way to the right. Heavy metal blasted from the radio and I couldn't help but laugh. That's when she yelled out the window, "Let's Rock N' Fucking Roll!"

She cranked up the truck, backed out of the parking space, then sped out of the garage recklessly.

The most fun I've had in a long time.
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Not much to say other than this tale is coming to an end soon!

There will be a sequel!

Sorry there's no PaiJ in this chapter but I was Punk inspired.

Becky Lynch is one of my absolute favorite NXT divas and I honestly just wanted to use her because I haven't yet.

And I kinda ship her with Punk so.

If you don't like her, I'm sorry.

Actually I'm not because, how can you not like Becky Lynch?

Anyways, I wanted something lighthearted in this chapter because the next two, yes two, chapters are going to be drama filled and really serious.

For now, I'll leave you with questions and stuff you can think about:

AJ not showing up to pick up Punk? What's up with that?

Do you think Becky is genuine and may have sneaky intentions when it comes to Cm Punk?

And what will happen when AJ finds out her husband got a ride from her?

Will she unleash her (whispers) crazy?

Find out next! 💞💞💞

Lol I'm such a dork. See ya guys.