Who Would've Thought (WWE Fanfiction)

Chapter Fourteen

Angel's POV

Jason was knocked out cold as we ran to the car and drove off. My face was sore and my lip continued to bleed. The ride to Sansha's apartment was silent. I stared out of the window while I thought about how much Jason had changed.

When we got to Sansha's place, I felt as if I would collapse. So much was on my mind. After Sansha unlocked the door, I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in. I analyzed my reflection in the mirror. My bottom lip was cut, my arm and cheek were bruised. I fell to the floor and cried.

"Angel, open up! You don't need to be alone right now." Sansha said as she knocked on the door unremittingly. I sat there waiting for Sansha to give up. I searched through the cabinets for Advil or pain killers, but instead I found a razor. I held the razor down to my skin. Just as I was about to slice my wrist, my phone rang. It's Punk, I immediately rejected to the call. "What am I doing?" I thought to myself. After placing the razor back in the cabinet I unlocked the door.

"Everything is going to be okay." Sansha said as she hugged me. We went into the living room and sat on the couch. We sat in silence until I found the strength to talk.

"Punk called while I was in the bathroom..."

"What did he say?"

"I didn't answer, I ignored his call."

"You should really talk to him. He's probably worried to death now that you didn't answer your phone."

"But if I would've answered the phone then he would've known that something was wrong and I would have to tell him what happened. If I told him, he would be on the next flight to Miami to possibly murder Jason. I don't want Punk to end up in prison, I can't tell him about this at least not now."

" Yeah, but he needs to know that you're okay. Call Randy, maybe he can help."

Randy's POV

Phil, John, Kofi, and I are on Phil's tour bus watching recorded episodes of The Walking Dead when my phone rings. I walked off of the bus and answered my phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Randy. It's Angel."

"Hey Angel, how's everything in Miami? Phil and I have been a little worried."

"Oh everything is-, everything is fine." Angel sighed into the phone. Is she crying?, I thought.

"You sure? It doesn't sound like everything is fine. Angel what's going on? You can tell me. Is Sansha alright? Are you alright? Did Jason try something? What's wrong?" I questioned.

"Promise me something."

"Okay, just tell me what happened." I said as the anxiety built up inside of me.

"When Sansha and I were about to leave with my stuff, Jason showed up. He wouldn't let me leave. We argued, he hit me and forced me against a wall. Sansha hit him over the head with a vase and we left." Her voice trailed off as she cried, but I heard enough to understand. A few seconds passed, I was seeing red. "Randy?" Angel asked, breaking the temporary silence.

"I hope it killed him." I gritted my teeth.

"Please don't tell Punk I told you this. I'm begging you."

"One of us should've went with you two. I can't believe this." I ran my hand over my face. "I'm supposed to know all of this and lie to Punk? He's going to figure out that something's not right."

"Please, Randy? Don't say anything. Let me worry about it please," she pleaded.

"Fine. I'll keep quiet, but I don't like it."

"Thank you, Randy. We'll be in Denver for Monday Night Raw next week."

"Alright, see you then. Get some rest, it's getting late. Say hey to Sansha for me."

"Okay I will, bye."

I ended the call and walked back on the bus. Phil simply looked at me and asked "Is everything okay?"