My phone is vibrating under my pillow. Someone must be calling me. I reached under the pillow and got my phone. Its 2.30 am and John Laurinaitis is calling me. I ignored the call and pursued to go back to sleep but he kept ringing. Out of frustration, I finally answered it.
“What? I’m trying to sleep.” I said sounding extremely frustrated.
“I’m sorry to wake you Chloe, but we need to talk about what happened last night and about what is going to happen tonight on Raw.”
“Can’t we talk later?” I asked; irritated.
“No. meet me in Paul’s office in thirty minutes.” I groaned.
“Fine.” I hanged up in frustration. I got up and chucked some jeans on, I left my t-shirt on. I tied up my hair and went down to the lobby. I got a coffee and went to my rental car. I made it to the arena and stormed into Paul’s office. He, John and Phil were sitting there. Phil rolled his eyes when he saw me. I sighed at his presence. Why are they all still awake at this hour?
“Ah, Chloe please sit.” Paul said. I sat down. He always the only person who is nice to me.
“What do you want to talk to me about John?”
“Well, I heard about the altercation between you and Phil earlier and Chloe all I can say is that was completely unprofessional and you have to, actually no I demand you to apologise to him right now.” I raised my eyebrow and laughed.
“Are you serious John? I apologise? If anything he should apologise to me. He and everyone else should apologise to me. You know why? Since day one. Since day fucking one everyone has hated and vilified me and I don’t know why? But apparently the reason is because I am a slut. Well if I’m correct the precise definition or terminology of a slut is a person who sleeps around with men, promiscuously. And I’m going to be completely honest here. I am a fucking virgin. Yeah that’s right Phil. So explain to me how I am a slut. Hmm. Please explain to me Phil, John, Paul?” I had enough of this shit. The three of them stared at me. Paul had sorrow in his eyes. John looked vacant and Phil... I couldn’t tell what was on his mind. But something definitely was.
“Chloe. Who has been saying these things to you?” Paul asked. I felt myself starting to tear up. I held them back.
“Well, Phil is definitely one hundred per cent one of them. Dwayne, hell everyone. And the thing that sucks is... None of these assholes know me. They are being fucking prejudice.” I said very frustrated.
“Okay. I’m sorry to hear that Chloe. I really am. Do you want me to do anything?” Why is he always being so nice to me?
“No I don’t want you to do anything. It will not work. Believe me I’ve tried. No one will listen to me, so why would they listen to you Paul?” Tears started running down my face. “I’m going to be completely honest here; before I was offered the job as GM I was seconds away from killing myself…” Their jaws dropped, including Phil’s. I know that this isn't necessarily something to blurt out, especially in front of someone that I hate, but I can't hide it anymore. Maybe, everyone will leave me alone.
“Kill yourself?” Phil asked. He didn’t sound arrogant or rude. He sounded concerned for some reason. Maybe he felt bad.
“Yes. Because I was done Phil. I have no fucking friends, my family is gone. I have nothing. You want to know why I moved to America. Because everyone is dead!” I started to cry. “They all just happen to die in a plane crash. The same plane crash. Coincidence? I think so. Everyone I knew is dead, my parents, siblings and all my friends. I was so fucking alone and wanted to kill myself then, but I wouldn’t allow myself to give up. I couldn’t. So I somehow continued pursuing my career in wrestling, I did it for them, to make them all proud. After two years, I finally made it here to the WWE and what happens to me? I get treated like shit, called a slut, hell; I have been called everything in the book. So eventually I gave up. I literally stood on a ledge of a building, about to commit suicide until I got the call. The call from the board of directors. That was when they offered me the GM position. I thought by me accepting it everything will be different; I thought I would be treated with respect, but nope. I get treated even worse. I give up Paul. I should just go kill myself right now, no one will fucking give a damn...” I got up but someone stopped me. I looked up. Phil had his hand tightly on my arm.
“What do you want Phil?” He didn’t say anything. He stared into my red eyes. And for some reason He hugged me, very awkwardly.
“I am so sorry.” He whispered into my ear. Great now he has sympathy for me. Someone clears their throat. I push him away with a lot of force.
“That’s the main reason why we brought you two here... We want to start a storyline between the two of you.” Laurinaitis says. I rolled my eyes. Clearly he didn’t care about everything I just said.
“Why? So he can continue to call me a slut on television, weekly?” I asked.
“No. Because, like it or not, you two have great chemistry together.” Paul said. I sighed.
“No. I don’t want to work with him. Who would want to work with him? Did you not see what he has been doing to me?” Phil and Paul sighed.
“Chloe, I don’t blame you for hating me…” I cut him off.
“Hate?!! Please if anything I...” Paul cuts me off.
“Chloe, please stop before you say something you are going to regret later. Just please, do the storyline. Not just for you, but for me and your family…” I rolled my eyes.
“Whatever, I’ll only do it for them. Can I go now?” Paul sighed.
“If you want. Just make sure you are ready for tonight.”
“Yep.” I left without saying anything else, until I felt someone grab my wrist. I turned around. It was Phil again. “What do you want now?” I asked in an annoying tone.
“I truly am sorry. I had no idea…” I cut him off.
“Of course you didn’t have any idea! Nobody knows, because no one bothered to ask me. That’s why when I first came here I didn’t speak to anyone, I wanted to, but I was depressed and no one cared Phil. And then you were the first person to approach me and what did you say?” I ask rhetorically.
“You said: oh look, just what we need. Another slut! I didn’t provoke you or anything. You just said it because you were bored and because you felt like being a fucking asshole… ”
“Look I know I was a jerk to you...” I cut him off.
“A jerk? I’m going to say it again: You were a fucking asshole.” He chuckled.
“Okay. I was a fucking asshole to you. I apologise for that. It’s just every diva that walks through here is a slut. Literally. And I presumed that you are one, but looking back now, I know that I was hugely mistaken. You didn’t look nor dress like one. You never flirted with anyone. The only thing you did was arrive, wrestle and leave. Then out of the blue you became the general manager, so I presumed you slept with Vince or someone to get that position. So I apologise for judging you. I know I can’t turn back time, so can we please just start over?” He sounded like he was telling the truth, but I shouldn’t trust him.
“Whatever...” I tried to leave but I forgot he still had a grip of my wrist.
“Please? That’s all I’m asking for. A fresh start.” I sighed.
“Fine, but if you say anything that’s out of line...” He cuts me off.
“Don’t worry. I won’t.” He smiles then let’s go of my wrist and walks away. I walked over to my car and drove back to the hotel. I lay on my bed, very conflicted. Why was Phil being so nice to me all of the sudden? Maybe he felt bad for me, maybe it’s an act. Either way we are going to be in a storyline together. The timing is very coincidental. I thought about this for a while until I fell asleep.
