To Love the Revolution Leader (CM Punk Love Story The Revolution Book 1)

Chapter 2: Turning Back

 "I'm scared as heck," Nikki said as she peeked out the hotel window.

 "Well, let's blame Maryse, she started this idea," Brie said, sorting through her clothes.

 "I just wanted some...change," Maryse stated.

 "We have no choice but to go back," I said.

 "Heck no! Did you see how those Revolutionists came to us like crazy? And don't get me started on what they might say to Punk because I don't want to know what Punk will do to us," Nikki said, pointing her finger menacingly.

 "I'm much as scared as you," I said.

 "I'm sorry to say, sis, but she has a point. We have no choice but to go back," Brie said.

 "He'll freakin' kill us!" Nikki boomed.

 "Even if we tried to escape him, we have no choice," Brie said, holding on to her sister's shoulders. "Sure we can go to the Resistance to escape him but they'll know we will run to them and attack the Resistance. I don't want the Resistance to get captured. We'll just have to go back and say it was just a huge misunderstanding."

 "How are we going to tell him that?" Maryse asked.

 "We'll just say we wanted a change...of look for our leader," Brie said, waving her hands up like she was innocent.

 "Yeah, we'll say things like, 'oh, I thought he looked better with blonde hair or something.' That way Punk will see it was just a new makeover we wanted for him and he'll see it as a way to let him impress us."

 "He's going to press onto us," Maryse warned. "I bet you. He's going to taunt us into telling him the truth. That the picture was actually a rise against him."

 "What do you think he does to girls?" Nikki asked.

 "Probably let some big girl like Tamina hit us and Tamina has no choice because she's forced and if she doesn't, the Revolutionists will probably beat her."

 "I honestly don't want to think about that right now," Maryse said. "Can you contact the other girls? I'm worried for them."

 "Done," Nikki said, dialing her cell phone.

 The phone rang.

 "Alicia?" Nikki asked. "Hey, are you girls all right?"

 After what Alicia said, Nikki nodded.

 "Hey, Brie's got this idea that...what? Oh my..."

 Nikki stood in fear, frozen.

 "What is it?" Brie asked.

 Nikki looked like she wanted to cry.

 "They got Kelly," Nikki said, putting down the phone a little bit.

 "What?" I cried.

 "They got Kelly," Nikki repeated. "Evan told Alicia. He was backstage, getting ready for a match and they were dragging Kelly to Punk's office."

 My face went to horror. "Oh my goodness!"

 "She's being questioned right now."

 "Was Kelly with us?" Maryse asked. "I saw all the girls except for Tamina and Rosa."

 "Yeah, we were all there expect for Cameron and Naomi. They were with Brodus," Nikki said.

 "Of course, Punk can't touch them and they weren't with us," I said. "Poor Kelly. Wait, didn't she get her contract released?"

 "Yeah, they did but she was going to leave tonight but they got her and now...I feel so bad," Nikki  said. "We have to go back. We have to save Kelly."

 "Even if it means were getting our asses whoop," Brie said.

 "Yeah, in Minneapolis, I got it," Nikki said into the phone. "Ok, bye, Alicia." She hung up the phone.

 She wiped off a tear on her cheek.

 "I need hugs," Nikki said.

 Brie hugged her.

 Me and Maryse got up and hugged them.

 "We're going back," Brie said, wiping a tear off her eye. "We're going back to save Kelly. We're going to tell Punk we just wanted to give him a makeover. A makoeover that we wanted him to have."

 "And we're not going to be intimitated by him," Brie said. "Let's just fly over to Minneapolis and see our leader will do to us on the next show."

 So the twins dropped me and Maryse at our hotels.

 I carefully sorted through my clothes and avoided thinking about Punk.

 That night I had nightmares of Kelly being questioned by Punk.

 I was off in the corner being holded down by two Revolutionists.

 "What are you planning?" Punk asked, pounding his fist.

 Kelly stood squealing in her chair, her hands grasping the chair arms.

 Two Revolutionists stood beside her, doing their pose.

 "I don't know," she cried, tears forming down. "I don't know."

 Punk slammed his fist more. "Well, you should!"

 He got up. "I have something in store for you though," he said, grinning.

 He snapped his fingers. "Begin your work, boys."

 The two Revolutionists beside Kelly went up to her.

 "No, please!" Kelly cried, putting her hands up. "No! No! No!"

 Punk turned to me and smiled. "This isn't going to be an uprising. Never will there be one after this."

 I cried and struggled to break free.

 Punk snapped his fingers and pointed at me.

 The Revolutionists let me go and turned on me.

 I crawled back to the corner, fearing what they might do.

 I woke with a start, looking around. The morning sunlight greeted my window.

 I sighed, relieved.

 Minneapolis was going to be my judgment day.