Bleeding Red (CM Punk WWE)

Nine- Losing It

He drummed his fingers on the chair, he currently found himself sitting in in the VIP room of the strip club Johnny Curtis has brought him to. He could've sworn that that girl was Ruby. She had tattoos, the red hair, and those eyes...those eyes! He waited, and waited finally he spotted the same man that Johnny had spoken to,

"Uh where's Scarlett Fox? I paid serious money for a private dance" he told him, he looked at him helplessly

"I would love to take your money and run but considering who you are and what you would do to me if I did, here's your money back" he sighed handing it back over,

"Wait why are you giving it back?" He asked

"She doesn't want to see you, she doesn't want to see any wrestler." He told him,

"I'll pay double!" Punk told him,he saw a flash of red, by the curtain where the dancer were entering and exiting, he knew she was listening,

"I wish I could say yes believe me but I can't make her" the guy twisted uncomfortably, he clearly wanted the money,

"You go in there and tell her I will pay triple if not quadruple what she usually gets, but I will not leave here without seeing her" he told him, the guy nodded, clearly itching for the money, he saw him disappear behind the curtain, catching a glimpse of her counting her money, in just her bra and underwear, her mask still on. He needed to see her, he needed to talk to her so badly.

"No" he heard a woman firmly say, he couldn't stand it anymore, he stood and walked through the curtain,

"Sir you can't be back here!" The man told him, she narrowed her eyes at him as she pulled on a black slick robe, covering her tattoos, he walked straight over to her,

"I will pay you whatever amount of money you want, I just want to talk to you, you can be fully clothed but let me talk to you." He pleaded, she looked up at him, her expression unreadable beneath the mask, she blinked her long false lashes closing over her large dark brown eyes, she took a deep breath, she motioned for the guy to come over as she whispered something in his ear. He nodded excitedly,

"She said she'll dance for you, ONLY dance for you, and she wants five times the money" he looked at her and smiled,

"I'll give you six times the money if you let me actually talk to you for 5 minutes" she looked at him and glared,

"I'm no shrink, I take off my clothes for money." She told him matter-o-factly, "I'll do nothing more and nothing less"

"C'mon," he pleaded,

"Phil?" He heard his name get called, it was probably PJ and Jeff but he didn't care, he HAD to talk to this girl "Phil?" Jeff called peeking his head into the curtain, causing Punk to turn to look at him

"You guys seriously can't be back here!" Said the manager guy, PJ peeked his head in right after Jeff,

"Never took you for the type to frequent these places" PJ raised an eyebrow as he looked around, a few girls waved at him flirtatiously,

"I'm not" growled Punk irritated,

"Then what ARE you doing here?" Asked Jeff an amused look on his face, Punk walked over and leaned in near them,

"I think she's Ruby" he muttered,

"Who?" Asked PJ confused, looking over Punks shoulder, Punk motioned with his head,

"The girl, the one in the mask" he muttered shushing PJ, PJ looked confused,

"There's no one there Punk, you're losing it" Jeff told him, Punk turned to find the chair empty, he immediately grabbed the manager by the shirt,

"WHERE DID SHE GO?!" He demanded, the manager looked terrified,

"She, she, she left. She didn't want to serve you, there's nothing I can do" he stuttered,

"I NEED to talk to her! Where does she live?! What's her name?!" Punk demanded, he felt himself being pulled back by PJ and Jeff

"Easy you sound crazy!" Jeff warned,

"It's her! It's her!" Punk shouted, they managed to drag him outside before he broke free, he paced wildly like a caged lion, "it's her. I swear, the way her eyes widened when she saw me...it's her!"

"You're losing it! Get a grip!" Ordered PJ, "you're seeing her everywhere!"

"She was in there!" Punk shouted

"There was no one there!" Jeff groaned, "wolfboy here is right...you're losing it!"

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Detective Jolie Stonem took another sip of her coffee, she stared at the evidence before her...it wasn't much.

"Where are you Ruby Rojo?" She whispered looking at the picture of the victim her husband had provided. She was beautiful, a young woman of 22 years old, "who took you?" She whispered, hoping they somehow the little evidence she had would come together. So far she had blank security tapes, no prints, no witnesses...she pretty much had nothing. She walked into the bathroom where she splashed cold water on her face to wake herself up. She wished she did, but at the same time she didn't. Ever since meeting the girls husband, Phil Brooks she hadn't been able to think of anything else. "No, no get out of my mind" she muttered she didn't need any distractions but yet she found herself thinking about his hazel green eyes...his tattooed skin...the look of grief in his eyes at the mention of his wife...he was so broken, she just wanted to make him feel ok. She sighed

"I'm gonna find her Phil...for you..." She muttered, as she stared at her reflection on the mirror above the sink, but her subconscious, her reflection seemed to laugh at her, now now Jolie, it said, we all know you don't really want to find her, especially because if you don't he'll be all yours, it suggested. Jolie it whispered, don't try to find her, don't with her out d the way, he'll be all yours, do it Jolie, do it!

"No" she muttered, do it, Jolie, do it! Her subconscious continued to say "No! Shut up! Shut up! I won't listen to you again!" She shouted, she hit the mirror with her hand, the shooting pain in her hand brought her back to reality as she realized she now had broken glass in her hand. She collapsed on the ground sobbing, hugging her now injured hand to herself, "I won't listen to you again" she whispered softly through her sobs, "not again..."

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"I'm not losing it" Punk muttered to himself, "I'm not" it was Monday again, he had to confront Paul about being attacked at Money in the Bank. He couldn't focus on caring about Paul's fake betrayal but Brock's very real hatred...he stopped dead in his tracks, before he knew it his feet had carried him back to the locker room where he immediately found PJ and dragged him out into the hallway,

"What the hell is wrong with you? Get your hands off of me!" PJ groaned, he found himself currently half dressed in the hands of CM Punk and he didn't appreciate it, as he pushed him off.

"I know who it was! I know who could've taken her!" He told him, "I don't know why we didn't see it before!"

"Who?! What're you taking about?!" PJ asked confused

"That son of a bitch when I get my hands on him!"

"WILL YOU FUCKING SPIT IT OUT!!!" PJ yelled impatiently,

"It was Brock Lesner!"

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