Rampaige. [Editing]

The Confession

Author's Note:

Here. We. Gooooo.

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PUNK POV-

"What? Nikki told you that?" I say, furiously.

We settle back in the hotel room. The show has wrapped up, but since it's Tuesday, we have a few days before the next one. I sit on the edge of the bed, packing the luggage bag at my feet. Paige had just told me about her encounter with a Bella twin, as she puts her things away in a duffle set on a small table.

It's frustrating how no one understands what I'm going through and decides to intervene like they know exactly what's happening.

I don't even know what's happening at this point.

"She needs to mind her own business. You know, I've never really liked her anyway," I continue to spew a rant in anger.

Even when April thought so highly of her, I knew it'd be impossible to befriend someone so devious.

"She expects me to drop everything, and said that she's only looking out for me and you." Paige rebuttals. She throws one of my WWE Shop shirts into the bag.

"I can handle this on my own." I grab the shirt and hand it to her, saying to keep it.

I can. I've been through worse... right?

Come to think of it, I haven't. I've never had to face someone I love and tell them I don't anymore, at least not as strongly as I do for someone else.

That's heartbreaking. Emotionally traumatizing, even. It's shallow and selfish. It hurts.

The pain I'm going to have to inflict on April and on myself is terrifying. The thought renders me motionless.

How am I going to do this on my own?

Paige kicks the bag out of the way and kneels in front of me, "Hey... it's okay Phil." Under the dimmed lampshade lighting, her face brightens the visual range.

"I promise you we can get through this, you and me. I won't let you go alone. I'm gonna be right here for you." I feel her warm palm come into contact with my left cheek. Her comfort is what I need but I'm not sure it's enough.

"Thank you, Saraya." Like this morning, I find myself searching into those chocolate eyes. I can see hope, hope for me, and hope for us.

I reach to remove stray strands of long hair away so I'm able see her face better.

"Together?" I ask.

"Always." She lightly smiles.

I lean in and give her a kiss on the forehead as another sign of gratitude.

Wednesday, June 4; Brooks Home - Chicago, Illinois

(Nighttime)

PUNK POV-

I pull up to the driveway. Several variations of terror hit me like a giant tsunami in that moment I parked the car.

I'm drowning in fear.

As I let go of the stick shift, I notice my hands are uncontrollably shaking. I let out a deep yet broken breath. There is so turning or taking it all back now.

A hand grabs mine and firmly squeezes. I turn to Paige who's trying her best to calm me down.

She decided to fly with me to Chicago just for this. Up until this point, I felt like any conversation would be empty words so we haven't had a deep talk since last night. There's too much on my mind that won't let me relax.