Who Would've Thought (WWE Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Next Day

Angel's POV

I woke up to the smell of a delightful breakfast. I walked out of my room and followed the aroma into the kitchen.

"Good morning." I said.

"Good morning." Jason said as he flipped a pancake.

"That looks good." I said, referring to the eggs, sausages, and pancakes.

"It'll taste even better. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes I did. I'm going to take a shower while you finish cooking."

"Ok." Jason nodded.

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After drying off and getting dressed in a white crop top and light wash shorts, I noticed that I had a voicemail from...Randy?

"Hi! Can you please call me or Sansha? Please!? Sansha is going crazy over here... We just want to know if you're okay. We're worried about you. Everyone is..."

"Not everyone. I bet Punk doesn't even care that I left." I stared at my phone, trying to decide if I should make the call. "Should I?" I started dialing Sansha's number, but then decided against it. I sat on my bed with my phone on my lap as Randy's voice and words filled my thoughts.

"We just want to know if you're okay. We're worried about you." I let out a defeated sigh and dialed Sansha's number again. "After all she is my best friend." I thought to myself.

"Angel? Where have you been? Are you okay? Why did you leave? What's going on? I've been worried sick!"

"Woah. Sansha, everything is okay. I'm okay. I just need some time way, that's all."

"Why didn't you answer your phone? I called like a hundred times! What do you mean, you need time away?" Sansha paused and continued: "This is because of Punk isn't it? He told me that you two broke up; he's being such a douchebag. It makes me want to wring his scrawny neck. And don't get me started on Amy. She better hope that I don't get my hands on her. Pregnant or not I'm so close to kicking her ass!"

"I don't want to talk about him. And I left because I needed a break. I can't go to work and constantly see Punk and Amy. That would be torture. I warned Punk; I tried to get him to see the truth. But no, he didn't believe me. So now it's his problem. I'm done. I'm sad that I'm not going to be wrestling and traveling with you and Randy. I'm not saying that I'll never come back, just not now. I think I'll just lay low here in Miami."

"Punk is stupid. Hold up. What? You're in Miami? Where are you staying? What if Jason finds out where you are? I'm coming back to Miami!"

"Sansha, it's alright. Calm down. I'm staying with Jason. I forgave him and we're moving on. You don't have to come to Miami. Everything is okay." I said, preparing myself for Sansha's reaction.

"Are you crazy!? You forgave him!? You have to be out of your mind! This is the man who cheated on you, blamed you for the death of your child, and hit you. What are you thinking!?" Sansha shouted into the phone.

"Look, I know. That's all in the past, we're starting over as friends."

"This is why I should fly back to Miami. Jason is lying to you. To him this is a game. And I'm not going to let him hurt you again."

"No. Stay on the road with Randy. Jason has changed. He saw the errors in his ways and he changed. Okay!? I'm giving him a second chance. Being that you're so big on second chances I thought you would understand." I calmly said.