Sanctuary

Chapter Twenty Eight - Vegas Baby

Small Author's Note : Due to the impending intoxication of Blake and everyone else involved, the point of view for this chapter will be changed. In the beginning, she will not be drunk but to avoid confusion and awkward transition - I just decided to put the whole damn chapter in the same point of view.

Also, there is a need for a different point of view for story progression, so enjoy.

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The Luxor Hotel - 5:30pm, Saturday (Las Vegas, NV)

Sage was slumped against the wall of the lobby. Her bottom lip quivering and her headphones playing soft music that did not make her heartbreak better.

It's just a drop in the ocean,

a change in the weather,

I was praying that you and me might end up together,

it's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer than most

Cause you are myyyy heaven

She clawed at her own sleeve and her eyes drifted to where the group was spread out in the place. Blake and Frankie were in Starbucks purchasing some drinks. Dean, Seth and Roman were laughing loudly about something with Alex, his friend - Chris, and Dolph as they stood in line for registration. Denise and Kate were chatting up some young, hot guys by the exit.

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore

Now, now heaven doesn't seem far aaaaway

Noooooo

She frustratedly wiped at the her eyes, attempting to catch any potential tears that would fall. Her phone was clutched in her opposite hand and she checked it, there were no new messages. He hadn't even attempted to contact her in anyway in the past twenty four hours.

It's as if he didn't care.

Or if he never cared.

She leaned on the car, her fingernails lodged between her teeth and her cheeks stained with confused tears. The familiar sound of boots made her snap out of her lost stare and she glanced to see him walking through the lot.

"Randy!" She quipped and hurriedly rushed to his side to walk beside him. He pretended as if she were not there, "Randy, please I want to work things out. I really do, I want to make this work."

He ignored her and chirped the alarm on his car and continued going towards it.

"Randy, please talk to me!" She whined and some superstars looked in their direction. "I have done nothing wrong! I thought this was working! I thought we were fine, I just thought-"

He stopped and quickly whipped around, "You thought wrong!" He yelled and she stepped back frightened. "If you want to make things right, you can't because I don't want you to. Stop making a fool of yourself and leave me the hell alone."

She looked up at him with watery brown eyes and he turned and stomped away, leaving her in the center of the lot and attention.

"Poor Sage." Blake pouted as she looked at her. "She's really taking the break up hard."

"I'd take it hard too if it happened on national TV." Frankie sipped her mocha latte. "Not sure how the hell you let that bastard make it out of that arena alive."

"She told me to stay out of it."

"And when do you ever listen to her?"

She rolled her eyes, "It was different, okay? She seemed really firm and serious about the whole thing so I respected her enough to honor her wishes."