Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 59 Asking Forgiveness

    We had dominated our match and I was changed into my street clothes once again. I had on dark blue skinnies with my red slouch boots. I had a dark red tank under a half zipped black leather jacket, sleeves rolled up to my forearm. I had requested time on the air which Hunter had surprisingly granted. I had my title over my shoulder as my music hit and I walked out. Most of the matches were over and the ring was empty, the cheers of the crowd filling my ears as I walked out. I had a serious look on my face and the crowd was intrigued. Grabbing a mic I walked into the ring, bending low. I was nervous for once, even though I was great with the mic. I knew I was live and I swallowed loudly before raising the mic.

"I have never been fond of making the hard choices, "I started, my voice strong as I glanced around the arena, "but I made them. I'll admit that not all of them were good but I am only human. The last few months I have been here have been the most emotionally draining I have ever been through but I powered through."

I stopped as the crowd cheered encouragements and I drank it in, letting it give me the courage to go on.

"I had to make a choice this past week ladies and gentleman and it was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. The only thing I realized is that I need something before I can even think about doing that. Punk and I had something amazing but things fell apart as some things do. Now Roman and I were inseparable. We came here together and we thought we would leave here together when our time was up." I stated, the crowd eerily silent as my voice bounced off the walls, "I was wrong."

"What I need is big. You think this is a big?" I held up my title, hearing everyone cheer, "It's not. It's nothing. This is insignificant compared to what I need here tonight."

I threw it to the floor in front of me, hearing the shocked murmurs race through the crowd. I raked a hand through my hair as I looked around. I thought about the first time I stepped in this ring with Roman and I closed my eyes, pressing a hand against my forehead. The crowd started a Lila chant and I smiled shakily before raising the mic again.

"What I need, what I am asking for right now is forgiveness." I said simply, voice trembling slightly, "It may not seem like a big word or a huge deal to anyone here but it is to me. I need for you to forgive me Roman." I blinked the stinging in my eyes away, staring into the camera, talking to him now.

"I deserved for you to leave me in that ring. I deserved for you to turn your back on me and I know that now." I spoke, biting my lip and looking away for a second, composing myself, "Roman I am sorry. I am so sorry that I didn't see you pulling away. I'm sorry I made you feel like I abandoned you. I'm sorry I was so damn busy that I didn't notice my best friend half the time. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but I'm sorry. I am so so..."

Sierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta. Shield...

I broke off as Shield's music played and I turned, looking up at the crowd, finding him instantly. I could see some women in the crowd wiping their eyes and I felt bad. Roman made his way down quickly and my eyes were watery as I watched him step over the barrier. I wasn't sure what he was thinking as he grabbed a mic and jumped into the ring. My lips were trembling as he faced me, hair wet and slicked back. His grey eyes found mine and I took a shaky breath.

"I am so sorry. I can't even explain how sorry I am." I pleaded, not holding the mic but my words still bouncing around the arena.

"Lila stop." He commanded, voice booming, "Stop apologizing."

I blinked as he took a step towards me. I could barely bring myself to keep eye contact and I looked away, the tears forming in my eyes. He brought his hand up, bringing my face back towards him.

"You don't need to ask for forgiveness from me. We did some pretty terrible things but that was years ago. I forgave you the minute you walked up that ramp." He spoke clearly, thumb wiping the tear that slipped down my cheek.

"I didn't want to leave but I didn't think I had any other choice. I didn't..." I trailed off, voice breaking and the crowd cooing sympathetically.

He leaned down, picking up the title I had thrown to the ground. Holding it out he placed it in my hand. "I know. I know you Lila, better than anyone, better than Punk. You deserve this and you got forgiveness even if you don't think you deserve it."

I covered my face with my hand, not able to handle looking at him anymore. The mic dropped echoing a thud around the arena. Roman's arms went around me, head pressed on mine and I threw the arm not holding my title around his waist. The crowd was cheering but I didn't care. I got what I had come for and that was all I wanted.

"Stop crying. It's gonna be ok." He murmured, not into the mic.

"I'm sorry." I sniffed, bringing my hand in and wiping my eyes, happy I was wearing waterproof makeup.

Look in my eyes what do you see?

The cult of personality...

My eyes met Roman's and we turned, side by side to see Phil walk out. He had an angry look in his eyes and he slid into the ring, not bothering to walk up the stairs. He snatched a mic off the floor facing the two of us, hands clenching and unclenching.

"So you made your choice then?" he asked, standing in front of me.

"Yes." I nodded.

"And you're sticking with Roman?" his voice was shocked.

"No. I'm not choosing either of you. A best friend wanst what's best for me and neither of you do. Punk you want us back how we were but it can't be like that anymore, especially since I just saw you kissing AJ in the hall." I stated, grey eyes flashing silver when I saw the guilt.

He brought his mic up slightly but stopped, choosing not to say anything. I looked away, thankful that at least he didn't lie to me.

"And Roman you want what's best for business. You each found something that keeps you occupied. I just have to do the same. I needed forgiveness and I got it. Now I can keep going on, being the Woman's Champ and defending it, alone." I announced, the crowd cheering.

I raised my title, before setting the mic down on the mat. Climbing out I walked up the ramp, the crowds cheering. My music played and I left two of the most important people who were in my life in the ring. There was no hesitation in my step as I kept the anger at Phil buried, I would handle that later.

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