Go Your Own Way (WWE Fan Fic)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25 - Nothing Like I Thought

Staring as the water fell from the tap onto a face cloth I was preparing for Orton, I went over the plan in my head; like I did, I would tell Punk and Sam what's going on, they would try and figure out a way here and things would be sweet. I would escape, Orton would be faced with whatever he deserved and fingers crossed I may be able to get my life back on track, with Punk or not. 

Basically it was all down to how manipulative I could be, and the only downfall in my plans were that Orton was just as manipulative. So far, I had him fooled, things hopefully should stay that way. 

Seeing that the cloth was soaked enough, I turned the tap and walked out of the bathroom, walking a few steps to only be confronted with Orton laying on his bed (with pants on thankfully) watching TV shirtless. Eventhough I was trying to be manipulative and in some cases, I sounded like a bitch and a slut for doing what I was doing (even I was thinking it), I seriously could not deny that Randal Keith Orton was one of the sexiest things to grace this earth; from his devil fuelled eyes to his chiseled abs and dare I say it, the perfect package (if you catch my drift). But I really needed to stop letting this get to me, because his physical appearance in itself was luring me back in, and I needed to remain as innocent as possible for anything to work my way from now onward. 

And considering he's already manipulated me time and time again, it just wouldn't be right if I, hypothetically speaking, seemed to fall for him. 

Shaking my head of my deep thoughts, I came over to Orton and sat next to him on the bed. 

'Face me Randy,' I said, sitting upright so I could start cleaning his face of the blood. He turned his head and I held it up with two of my fingers, using them to move his head from side to side slightly. The light green cloth turned a murky red as the dry blood easily came off Orton's face. As focused as I was, on a few occasions I seemed to catch Orton's glance in my direction, which made me blush and I looked away, making sure that I remained focused. 

If Orton wasn't such a manipulative, sexual obsessed, crazy person; I seriously would've ditched this silly act and would've just been with him. Even if he was married, because well, it seemed as if he didn't really care for commitment in that form of relationship. 

'Hope I didn't hurt you,' I said, breaking the silence that for me was deafening. Orton just chuckled. 

'I can handle a few punches. Don't worry about it, I deserved it I guess,' nodding, things went back to silence. Eventually, all the blood was gone and Orton's face looked like nothing had ever happened. 

'There we go,' I said, getting back up to put the face cloth in the things that needed to be washed. Walking past the kitchen, I saw the kettle sitting on the bench. Motioning towards it, I looked at it, willing to give up anything for a coffee at this point. 

'Coffee?' I poked my head around the corner to face Orton, I smiled warmly. 

'Yeah please, white and 2 sugars,' nodding, I walked back to the kettle and flicked the switch. Remaining in the kitchen, I walked around to the fridge to get the milk out, shutting the door only to be confronted with a fridge load of photos. There was Orton and his wife (still undecided on his marital status), Orton and his daughter Alanna, there was countless photos of him as champion over the years. Then, there was something that really surprised me, there was at least 5 photos of me and Orton, all of them back from when we were really good friends. 

It made me think, if he still had these plastered up like things were normal, then why was all this manipulation going on? Sighing and shaking my head, feeling confused, I heard the kettle stop boiling and I turned to pouring the coffee's. As the steam from the water rose, my mind was full of questions as to why Orton was like this is he still strongly believed that nothing that he was doing was wrong in his eyes. Stirring the moisture in the cups, I tapped the side getting the excess of the spoon and putting it in the sink. Quickly turning to grab the photos off the fridge, I grabbed Orton's and my coffee and walked back into Orton, who had now turned the TV off and was looking out the window. Getting a glance myself, I saw that it was a miserable day in St. Louis and I was happy to be inside, except the thing that kept my happiness away was that I was practically being held hostage.