Who Would've Thought (WWE Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Punk's POV

"C'mon, c'mon. Pick up-" I muttered as the ringing continued.

"Hello?" I heard her say.

"Hello? Angel-"

"You've reached my voicemail. I'm not available, so leave a message at the tone...Beep!"

"Angel, I know it's you and not your voicemail. Nice try though."

"Ugh." She groaned.

"What do you want Punk?"

"I want to talk. I'm sorry."

"What is there to talk about? And you're damn right! You are sorry!"

"Okay, I asked for that one. But anyway, I want to talk about you."

"Me? What about me?" Angel defensively responded.

"Yes, you. Angel, you were right. The entire time...you were right about everything. You were right about Amy. She was faking the pregnancy. I apologize for not believing you, I should have listened." It hurt my pride a little bit to admit that she was right and I was wrong. But that's not even the worst part! I was played by a woman who faked her pregnancy, causing me to lose the one that I love the most.

"Yeah, you should've listened."

"Princess-"

"No. Don't call me that! I'm not your princess. Not anymore." Angel said, cutting me off.

"Angel, I apologize. What was I suppose to do? I didn't know what to do and I didn't know who to trust." There was an intense silence.

"You should've trusted me! You should've believed me. But it doesn't matter now. I don't care anymore. Night, Phil."

"No, Angel wait. Let me explain. I want you to know how I felt and understand-"

"You can't make me understand your reasoning. There is no need of you explaining anything. What happened...happened; I've moved on. You should do the same."

"Oh and Phil?"

"Yes." I said, hearing a hint of sadness in my own voice.

"Lose my number. This is goodbye." Angel quickly ended the call.

"What?" I uttered in dismay.

"Hello!?"

"Angel!?"

"She's gone. It's over; give up," the voice in my head said.

"Dammit!" I threw my phone at the wall, completely shattering the screen.

"I am not giving up. I refuse!" I said, blinking away the tears in my eyes.

Next morning

Knock. Knock.

"I'm coming!" I shouted.

"Who is it?" I asked before opening the door.

"Randy."

I opened the door and stepped aside so he could come in.

"What happened here? This place is a mess!"

"It's a long story."

"Where is Amy? Is she still sleep?"

"No. Amy is gone. I told her to leave yesterday. She wasn't really pregnant; she was lying this entire time!"

"What? That's messed up! I'm sorry..." Randy said, putting his hand on my shoulder. I didn't say anything. I wasn't really open to the idea of having company.