It was just when John had decided to go and get coffee that Nikki opened her eyes. She shot a glance at Maria, who could tell she had been awake for a while.
"How you feeling sweetheart?" Maria asked.
"Like shit, Was John in here?" Nikki tried propping herself up but just ended up falling back down. Maria nodded and Nikki snorted in disgust.
"I don't want him here." She noticed the diamond ring on her finger. "And give him this back too." She slipped it off and handed it to her best friend.
Maria looked at the ring, confused. She sat on the bed beside Maria and proceeded to ask why she was giving back her engagement ring.
"When Layla was fighting with me, She said she had texted John from my mobile saying I never loved him. Or somethng like that. Then she said he had ext back saying that It didnt matter becase he had Layla instead." Just saying this made Nikki burst into tears.
She had genuinely loved this man and all that love had been trampled on. Maria gave a hearty laugh before putting a serious face on.
"Layla had you kidnapped and beaten until you nearly died. Why would you believe anything she says?" Maria thought that all this trauma had caused her brain damage or something, but she never understood why she would say this.
Nikki looked at Maria, her brow arching up in question. Maria made a good point but she thought she had better find out from John first. Just as Maria retreated to her seat, John walked in with two big lattes. He placed one in front of Maria, totally oblivious to the smiley brunette in the bed. He turned around and glanced at her for a fraction of a second before turning back and continuing to complain how expensive coffees were. He immediately snapped his neck back, this time focusing on his Fiancé. Awake and Alive. He rushed over to her and went to kiss her but she pulled back, feeling uncomfortable. Maria's phone rang and she gave a small giggle before dissapearing out of the room at lighteneing speed.
"Nikki, what's the matter?" John asked, sitting on the bed so they could talk.
Nikki started her whole spiel on what Layla had said and when she finished, she was out of breath.
"So what your saying is, you want to break up because you believe some shit Layla said?" John was extremely confused and hurt. He couldn't believe Nikki would rather believe her over him.
"I never said that. John I really love you and I suppose at the time, I didn't know what to believe. I'm sorry." She started to cry again as John hugged her and smoothed away her hair.
"Nikki, The doctors want you to go home and spend some time relaxing and getting better. So I'm sending you to your sister in San Diego." John had spent ages trying to figure out what to do with the broken and bruised Nikki.
"Ok, maybe we need the time apart," Nikki answered back.
John nodded, shocked. He was meant to be going with her but he didn't want to correct her. Instead he would just travel with the rest of WWE.
* * *
It had been an emotional goodbye between the pair. She had boarded the plane alone and tears had ran down her face as she watched the man she loved getting farther and farther away.
It had been two weeks and they had kept in regular contact. Jokes had been sent via Twitter and all their fans were adamant something was going on between the pair. Texts were always being sent but they had never called each other. Nikki had decided to call him after she spoke to Maria later that day. A mere two minutes later, her phone buzzed beside her. Maria. God the woman was four hours early.
"Hey girl! I have some exciting news!" Maria was extremely hyper on the other end of the phone and you could hear Christian groaning.
"Yeah? What is it then?" Nikki had to giggle at her hyper friend.
"Me and Christian have a number one contenders match for the Mixed Tag belts tonight on RAW!" Maria squealed.
"Great hunny! Who are your opponents?" Nikki asked intrigued.
"I dont know yet but I'm gonna have to call you back later, ok babe?"
"Yeah, talk to you later sweety!" And with that, Nikki hung up. She immediately dialed John's number.
He answered in two rings.
"Nikki?... Is that you?"
