Someone you loved - ON HOLD.

You're just a little late.

- TRIGGER WARNING NEAR THE END! -

Colby's POV:

"No...." A small squeak was all I heard before Becky had truly collapsed, medics has rushed down the ramp but Charlotte and Rhea protested before Rhea lifted up Becky's lifeless body into her arms. The crowd was stunned, I was stunned. None of this was planned....

"Where is she?!" I growled at the medics, not giving a damn about who could hear. All I cared about in this moment was Becky, I wanted to see her and I didn't care what it took.

"Mr Lopez, she doesn't want to see you." The medic spoke softly, his hands forming in a gesture for me to calm my voice.

"I don't care! Let me in now!" I sighed, my voice breaking as I choked back a sob.

"I'm sorry, I can't. Our patient is our only priority. If she doesn't want you in there, you need to leave."

4 Weeks Later;

"This better be part of a script that you don't know about." My mother sighed from the other end of the phone. Of course she'll be mad, Paige and I only had sex twice.

"Mom, We're going to the doctors to figure this out." My voice barely a whisper.

"How is Rebecca? How is she taking this?" Fuck. I didn't tell her we broke up....

"We, uhm....She's not speaking to me, she walks out everytime I come into a room, Mom." I tried fighting back tears, but they won the battle. All I wanted to do was make this right and prove that Paige was a liar. Which we all knew she was but she wouldn't back down. But now I'm stuck in this mess. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fuck this up. I promise."

"Son, you have your own life. But I'm telling you as your mother to do what you think is right for you. You know your father and I will be here for you, no matter what." And that's all it took for me to slip over the edge. My tears now becoming hysterical.

"I...I have to go."

Even after three weeks, I still haven't been able to get her voice out of my head.

"No..." 

"No..." 

"No..." 

All I saw was Becky collapsing to the floor before pain had struck me and before I knew it, she was gone. I was left in the ring. Cheers and boos emerging from the crowd. I basically had shut the world out for the last two weeks, taking time away from Monday Night RAW, turning my phone off and just being by myself, off the grid. It was only today I turned all my electronic devices on, over a hundred missed calls and messages. Most calling me a dick, an arsehole and a scumbag. A few asking me if this was a joke. I opened my messages.

Reneé: I swear to god, this better be a joke. If not, god help you.

Jon: If this isn't a joke or a storyline, I will kill you.

Paige: Baby, what's wrong?

Joe: Dude, what the fuck?

Fergal: Fuck you lad, don't you see the harm you've caused..

Paige: Call me, I'm not the only parent here...

I groaned, tilting my head back. I sighed softly, pressing play on Charlotte's voice message.

"How could you...How could you hurt her like that? After she's given you everything, you just fuck her off for some gothic bitch who only wants to do harm to everyone she meets. How low can you possibly go? She's given you so much of her time, and her effort and love for you to treat her like some side hoe. Well fuck you, Lopez. I swear if we ever see you near her, you will be a dead man. I don't mean that lightly.  Sort your bloody priorities out!" BEEP.