Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 8 Flashback Debuts

Monday morning.

I could hear Phil in the bathroom before I even opened my eyes. Groaning I rolled onto my stomach, shoving my face into the pillow. The door opened and I felt the bed dip as he crawled back into bed, pulling me into his side. Keeping my eyes shut I begged to fall back asleep.

"You going to wake up anytime soon?" he asked quietly.

"No." I grumbled, reaching up and putting a hand over his mouth.

"Mmmphmm." he mumbled under my hand, the words unrecognizable.

"What?"

He reached up and pulled my hand off his face, pressing it against his chest. "I said its 12:30."

"Holy shit." I bolted upright, my hair looking like a haystack. "Are you serious?"

"NO it's only 9." He grinned, and as I looked at the clock I saw he was serious.

"You. Are. Such. An. Ass." I snarled," You're dead!"

I tackled him down, throwing soft punches at him. He was laughing so loud I was sure the neighbors woke up. The rest of the morning was spent lazing around in the room.

5 pm

I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart in my throat. It had really hit me in the last hour that I was going back to the WWE. Phil was in the bathroom, fixing his hair before we took off. My phone went off beside me, breaking through my panic. Looking down at the caller ID I let out a laugh. Picking it up I brought it to my ear.

"You never call me anymore woman! What does it take for you to give me a phone call?" Jeff shouted at me through the phone, his grin apparent in his voice.

"Well shouting at me doesn't help." I teased, feeling guilty for not calling him sooner.

"Ya you're probably right. What's up Lila? What ya been up to?" he asked, his daughter laughing in the background.

"Not much." I lied, wincing a little, "Same old basically. What about you?"

"Wrestling for TNA now. Got some time off though so relaxing at home. Tuning into RAW tonight?"

"Hoping to." I choked out, trying my best not to burst out in laughter.

"I heard from Matt that you guest commentated at RAW?"

"Ya I went to watch and Stephanie caught wind of me being around. She asked and I said fuck it for old time's sake."

"Still determined not to go back huh?"

"I'll go back when you do Jeff."

"Hey I'm wrestling again."

"Oh shit ya."

Jeff laughed and Phil walked out, sending me a little frown. I put my fingers over my lips and mouthed "Jeff". He nodded and slipped a shirt over his head. I focused back into the conversation.

"Shit I gotta go. Mess maker just spilt juice all over the place." He cursed.

"If you want I'll call you back later on tonight after RAW." I offered, knowing after he would want to talk to me.

"Oh you know I wouldn't say no to a call from you."

"I know. Hey before you go what made you call me out of nowhere?" I asked, crossing my legs on the bed.