Not the only lunatic

{10}A Change of Heart?

I sat down on the bed, my eyes still fixed on the note and the roses. I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me - anger, frustration, and a hint of confusion. Why would the Shield think that a simple apology and a bouquet of flowers would make up for what they had done to me? Did they really think I was that easy to manipulate?

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I knew I had to stay focused, to keep my eyes on the prize. But right now, I needed to clear my mind, to talk to someone who understood me, who knew what I was going through.

I reached for my phone and dialed a familiar number. It rang a few times before a deep, raspy voice answered.

"Hey, Verena. What's up?"

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It was Phil, also known as CM Punk. He was the one person who had been with me through all the bad times, who had always been there to offer advice and support.

"Hey, Phil. I need to talk to you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What's going on, Verena? You sound upset," Phil said, his voice filled with concern.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "It's the Shield, Phil. They sent me a bouquet of flowers and a note, apologizing for what they did to me. But it's not just that. It's the way they're playing games with me, trying to get inside my head. I don't know what to do, Phil. I'm so angry, but I don't want to let it consume me. I don't want to end up in jail again, with Randy and you bailing me out for 'assaulting' some girl who slapped me first."

Phil chuckled on the other end of the line. "Verena, you know I've got your back, no matter what. But you need to calm down, take a step back, and think this through. You can't let the Shield get to you, not now, not ever. You're stronger than that."

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. I knew Phil was right. I had to stay focused, to keep my eyes on the prize. I couldn't let the Shield's games get to me.

"Thanks, Phil. Just talking to you makes me feel better," I said, feeling a sense of calm wash over me.

"Anytime, Verena. That's what friends are for. Now, go take a deep breath, and remember who you are. You're Verena, the toughest, most determined woman in the WWE. Don't let anyone, including the Shield, take that away from you."

I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. Phil was right. I was Verena, and I was not to be underestimated. Bring it on, I thought, my eyes locked onto the note. 

I sat on the bed, chatting with Phil for what felt like hours. We talked about everything and nothing, catching up on each other's lives and sharing stories. It was just what I needed to take my mind off the Shield and their games.

As we talked, I felt my anger and frustration slowly dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm and determination. Phil was right, I was stronger than the Shield's games, and I wasn't going to let them get to me.

After about two hours, I realized I was getting hungry. I told Phil I had to go, and we made plans to catch up again soon. I hung up the phone and decided to head out to grab a burger and fries, my craving of the moment.

I walked into the burger joint, scanning the room for a table. That's when I saw him, sitting at a table by the window, a smug look on his face. Roman Reigns, Mr. Smiley Face himself.

Without a second thought, I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door. We stepped outside, and he looked at me with a mixture of surprise and concern.

"Whoa, Verena, are you okay? You seem a little mad," he said, trying to sound calm.

I glared at him, my anger boiling over. "I WONDER WHY MAYBE BECAUSE 3 JACKASSES TRIPLE POWER BOMBED ME AND THEN TRIED TO MOCK ME BY SENDING FLOWERS TO MY DOOR AND LEAVING A LITTLE SMILEY FACE NEXT TO IT," I yelled, my voice echoing off the walls.