Coincidental ( Finn and Becky )

The flipside (Chapter 11)

A/N: Now comes Becky's side of the evening.

Becky's POV:

The first thing Becky realized was that she was in her hotel room. She knew she had entered the taxi, but everything from there was just a blur. She could only remember one emotion: Pure and utter hopelessness.

Becky slowly stood up , which she surprised herself by, as her whole body was shuddering as if she were in a snowstorm.

,,Okay", she muttered to herself. ,,A shower. Alright." She then shakily walked into her bathroom, turned on the water and huddled into a ball under the warm jet of water, without even talking off her clothes.

She stayed in the fetal position for what felt like hours, the pain and embarrassment of the evening washing over her like the water on her skin. She wept and cried silently, her tears mixing with her washed off make-up.

After laying for what felt like hours, she was feeling incredibly depressed and forced herself to climb into her soft bed, still soaking wet. And so, exhausted, embarrassed, the last thing she heard before falling into a troubled, wet sleep was the mental image of Finn's voice calling after her, begging her not to leave.

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The next months were like a blur to Becky. Every morning she'd wake up, have a breakfast (mainly consisting of plain toast), grab all her stuff she didn't even bother to unpack most of the time, hit the road, drive to the next city and crash in her hotel room until she had to work.

Whenever she had to wrestle, she mostly just appeared, put make-up on herself, tried to act happy and have a match. As soon as that was over, she'd pack and leave again. She didn't once talk to Sasha, Charlotte or Paige, even though they tried to approach her after every show. She just ignored them, just walking back to her car or her cab.

After one Raw in early February, Sasha suddenly cornered her. ,,Alright Becky, what the fuck is going on with you! You don't answer our calls or texts, you don't acknowledge us outside matches, and if you are, you barely even call spot! I've never seen you like this!".

She then seemed to cool down a little bit. ,,Alright Becky, whatever your going through, you need support. Come on, everyone here loves you, no one will make fun of you!" But Becky just looked away and started to leave.

,,Okay fine!", Sasha said, hurt and angry. ,,Deal with this yourself, just bring the old Becky we love and miss back! Don't do anything stupid! And please, for the love of god, don't hurt yourself!''Hearing this Becky almost broke into tears. But before Sasha noticed, she was already in her car, sobbing while driving.

When she arrived at her hotel, she had almost relaxed again, and thought that a nice whiskey would cheer her up. She had started drinking a lot in the last month, almost as much as when she was had gone down a dark path at a young age. She knew she couldn't go to that place again, but every time she took a glass to her lips, she forget all about this.

But when Becky turned right into the bar, who would she see but Finn. But he wasn't alone. Sat closely next to him, laughing away at his witty humor, was Bayley. The emotions that flooded over her at seeing him, especially with another girl, sent her into the strongest panic she had ever been in. Without even speaking to him she rushed upstairs, shaking all over.

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Friday, April 1st, 2016, Takeover Dallas

Becky's day had started out shitty as always. She had gotten very much used to waking up at about 11.30 a.m. in a pool of half empty bottles of booze. Most days she didn't have to move, she just stayed alone, going out only to train.