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We Will Always Have Twitter	By : LeylaChaz Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT make any money from the writing of this fiction. I do NOT know CM Punk, nor anyone else who may be mentioned at anytime in this fic who is currently WWE related. I only own all OC's and story plots. Nothing more.

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Chapter 4: Figuring Out Why Fear Is In Control.
Persephaine awoke from her nap about two hours later to someone pounding on her front door. Alyssa, must have been gone or fast asleep in her room, because if she would have heard that, she would have killed who ever that person was! Quickly, she climbed out of her bed, and soon made her way out of her room and to the front door. Peaking out of her peep hole, she soon realized the reason why there was such a persistent pounding on the door.
"Jake, I have neighbors!" She said as she opened the door, and took her son from his fathers arms.
"Maybe if you would answer the damn door the first time I knocked, I wouldn't have to pound on it!" He snipped back at her.
She just rolled her eyes. Why couldn't he ever just be nice and normal to her? Did he really hate her that damn much? Because she didn't have the first clue why. Not after everything she put up with out of him all of these years.
"Why are you in such a snappy mood Jake? Got turned down from another little girl again?" Persephaine snapped back at him with a fake smile on her face. She honestly did not want to do this in front of her three year old son, but she would be damned if he put her down in front of him either.
He just scowled at her.
"From what I've been hearing it's not me who's been trying to whore around!" He said back sounding amused.
"Watch your mouth in front of our son, and you will especially watch how you talk to me, the mother of your child, in front of our son!" She said as she took her small child to his room, to lay him down while he napped. After laying him down on his bed, and closing his door, she walked back to the living room where Jake was waiting. Fuck, he knew about last night. Damn it all to hell and back.
"What's this bullshit about me supposedly whoring around?" Persephaine asked glaring daggers into Jake's eye sockets.
"Oh I don't know, why don't you tell me Seph?" He asked with a smart ass smirk on his face.
"Don't call me that! You lost that privilege a long time ago. Now quit fucking around and explain to me how I'm the whore." She seethed out from gritted teeth.
"I'm talking about you and that horrible wrestler CM Punk. I saw the damn pictures in the paper!" Jake said back to her. He was up to something, and she had a bad feeling about where he was trying to go with it.
"Maybe if you had read the paper, you would know. Oh that's right! I forgot, you can't read unless it's some bitch in heat texting you!" She said snidely.
"So why him? Even I have to admit, I never thought you would fuck him to try to get back at me. But honestly, it not only made me laugh, I had to feel good about it. To know, that you would go that far to get back at little old me! Ha! It's great!" He laughed at her, as he sat on her couch.
"You're really too stupid to insult. Did you know that?" She asked him. Amazed at his complete and utter stupidity.
"No sweetheart, you're the stupid one if you didn't think I wouldn't see past this obvious attempt to try to get back at me." Jake said in response to her.
"Jake, I didn't fuck him you dipshit. I saved him from almost running over a little boy because of some stupid mother sending that little boy in front of his car. Learn how to keep up with the news and you would know this already." She answered back, pinching the bridge of her nose. A sure sign that she was annoyed.
"Well, whether that's true or not, who knows? But if he has any sense of decency, he won't. He can do much better." He replied back.
"What the fuck are you doing? What are you trying to prove? How much of a shitty woman I am? Well congratulations Jake, thanks to you, your family and your friends, I have absolutely no self confidence left. Is that what you wanted to hear? Because if it is, I know my fucking place already and I'm sick of you always feeling the need to remind me and keep me down. Now I think it's time for you to get the fuck out of my house." She snapped emotionally and stomped over to her front door, holding it open for him.
Jake just looked at her from the couch and laughed.
"Still a drama queen huh Persephaine?"
"Get. Out." She said once more, letting her anger start to come through.
"I have a right to know that you aren't whoring around and exposing my son to your ways." Jake replied lazily.
"That's it! I've had it! You want to talk about whore? Bitch, you are the LAST person on the planet to talk about whoring around! I have been out with two guys on two dates since you broke up with me for another woman on MY birthday several months ago! You've been out with a lot more people than I have! I haven't fucked around since you left me! Why? Because of the simple fact that I put being a mother first over my more carnal needs unlike one of us sitting in this room! If we didn't have a son, I could have if I wanted to, but I'm not a slut so I don't! What the fuck does it really matter to you though? Because Jake I'm an ex. It shouldn't matter what I do or who I'm doing it with as long as I don't let that interfere with my motherly responsibilities! Unlike YOU, I don't bring my fuck buddies around my son! You're introducing him to a new bitch every damn week! Do you really think that's healthy for our son? No it's not! It's going to confuse him if you keep pulling that bullshit!" Persephaine finally exploded on him. She had enough. Not this time, no more holding it in because him and his family made her scared of them. She never used to be like this. She was one of the strongest people that she knew. She hated herself for what she allowed them to turn her into. A weak, submissive person. Clearly, she was going to have to work on this.
"He's gonna have to get used to the fact that his mommy got replaced!" Jake snapped back with venom in his voice.
"Jake you know why you're an ex to me? You're an ex-ample of what I shouldn't ever date in the future. You can't turn a man whore into a monogamous husband!" She said grabbing him up off her couch by the collar of his shirt and walking him to her door.
"Hey get your hands off me before I take you to court over parental abuse!" He threatened.
She tossed him outside of her door.
"Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, you sick son of a bitch!" With that, she slammed the door in his face. Within moments, she could hear him slamming shut his car door, and tearing off out of her driveway and down the street.
She slid to the floor and cried. Praying that her son slept through that argument. She hated herself, she really did. She felt like every move she made she had to clear through every one else first. Like she just couldn't breathe on her own if they could have a say so in it. Why her? She just didn't get it. Why was she the one having to live her life this way. There was no end to this in sight. Not until Jake moved on with some other woman. Even then, both him and his family might try to pull some of their controlling stunts on her. She was positive of it. She regretted ever getting together with him. But as soon as she thought that, she instantly felt bad. If she didn't get with that insufferable ass, she wouldn't have her beautiful little boy, who by far, was the only person keeping her sane any more. Her own family, thought the worst of her thanks to Jake and his family. It was partially the reason why she never went back home any more. She couldn't take their looks of disappointment in her. Especially from her father. That was the worst. Her stepmother, just pretended to be ignorant of everything. Something she was happy for.
All of her life, people have tried to control her free spirit and thoughts. It was like people couldn't stand it that she was actually smart, and capable. She understood when her parents tried to control her actions at times when she was younger, that was a parent's duty. But as she got older, it was like they just couldn't relate to her any more. Sure enough, fights ensued and the day before her eighteenth birthday, her father kicked her out. They didn't patch up from that until a few months later after she proved to him that she could live out on her own. At that point, she was with her controlling ex fiance' Dale. Dale was a sweetheart when they first got together, but then after they moved in together, he changed. She was only allowed to work and go home to him. She couldn't see her friends, go to school and finish her education, nothing. She eventually had to drop out of high school, and go get her GED instead. Something she always felt shame over. Seeing how she was in her senior year of high school when this happened. She soon realized he was only going to get worse and dumped his ass. He chased after her that night with a twelve gauge shot gun, and she ran and hid for her life. Once she made it to safety, she called her best guy friend, who practically almost killed Dale that night. She never filed a police report on him, but after that night, he left her alone and moved out. In hind sight, she ended up getting together with a boy she knew from high school. He was very good to her, and did anything for her. She stupidly left him for Jake and moved to Louisiana, because she thought she was holding him back, and she also thought she was head over heels in love with Jake. Which in all fairness, she was. She was still so innocent back then, Persephaine realized. If she only knew then what she knows now. Ever since then, things in her life have gone from bad to absolute worse. Five years later, she barely had anything to show for herself except for her son, her car, and college. That's it. She felt like a failure. Persephaine was completely terrified of doing anything with her life. She knew that if she tried, the people around her would make sure that she failed. Or at least would make her look bad enough to make it so she couldn't move on with her life. What was she missing here? Why couldn't she just be free and have the right to move on in her life?
At that moment her phone dinged, signaling a new text message had been received.
"Hey beautiful, I'm in Houston, want to call me?" It was Punk. Of all people, he had to have the worst timing. She didn't mean that in a mean why, she meant as in he wanted her to call after she just got through crying and having a mental break down. Why was he being so nice to her? She was only a fan for Christ's sake!
She quickly dried her tears, sniffled a few times to clear her airways, and then dialed his number.
"Hey! I was wondering if I caught you at a bad time!" He answered her call with a light laugh in his voice.
"No, had somethings to deal with but, I'm free now. What's up?" She answered back smoothly.
"Well, I got a call from creative. How would you like to come down here to Houston for RAW?" He asked her.
"Um, no offense, but I don't think I can do that." She said back hesitantly.
"Why not? Is it that mommy and daddy won't let you? I mean, you are younger than me." He laughed.
She laughed at him.
"No, it's just that I have my son. I don't think I could find an appropriate babysitter in time. He just came back from spending the weekend with his father." She answered honestly.
"Bring him with!" He suggested.
"Yeah right! No way in hell! I don't want him exposed to everything that's going on, I love the company, but not that much Punkers." She said back.
"Naw, I was only kidding any way. Besides, WWE wants to meet with you for that interview, and while they love kids, I'm not sure they would appreciate having one of their already short handed techies playing babysitter!" He laughed at her.
"Exactly. So as nice as that sounds, I don't think so." She said back sadly.
"Persephaine, stop being a lazy ass, and call your friends and family. Get your ass out here. That's me being nice about it." He shot back at her seriously.
It startled her for a moment.
"Way to beat around the bush." She shot back.
"You know I don't beat around any bushes." He told her. She could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"I'll see what I can do. But no promises. This should have been more in advance instead of two days before hand." She said sternly.
"Blah, blah, blah. Why are you still talking to me and not finding little dude a babysitter and getting your ass out here to chill with us? You're young, fucking live a little. And stop using the, 'I'm a mom so I can't do shit,' excuse. I'm starting to second guess my judgment on you." He told her.
"Phil, bite me." She said back with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah. Call me back with some better news within the next few hours. That way I can tell them to book your travel arrangements. Bye." He laughed at her.
"Bye." She said and hung up.
"High strung, devilishly handsome, smug bastard is more like it." She said to herself.
With that she got on the phone and started calling around to find a babysitter.
An hour later, Alyssa had agreed to babysit Persephaine's son for her so she could go and get everything done in Houston. Alyssa was super excited, once Persephaine explained all of the story to her. Her son Joshua woke up and walked out to the living room. She picked him up and cradled him to her shoulder. She loved cuddling with him, especially when he just woke up. Those were always the best. Soon, he wanted his aunty Al though, and went straight over to Alyssa. Persephaine, stepped outside to call Punk back and let him know what was going on.
"You better have some good news, or I swear I'm hanging up on you. I will continue to hang up on you until you finally do have some news I want to hear." Punk said with a laugh.
"If you would shut it for a moment, then you would be really happy to hear that I can come out there." She said with a smirk.
"Feisty! I like! Alright, I'll let them know after we get off the phone what's going on." Phil told her, happy that he got his way.
"Ok, anything I should know or be aware of before I get there?" She asked.
"Um, not really. You'll be hanging out with me most of the time, even though Cena and Kofi have been bugging me about you. So I'm sure you can hang with them too. You'll be backstage while the show is going on. You'll also have a ring side seat too in case you get bored in the back and want to watch the show." He said.
"No T.V appearances! I'm happy!" She laughed out loud.
"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that just yet. If I know them, they are going to want to shoot something with you backstage hanging out, and probably do a RAW interview with Josh. So I wouldn't count that out. Sorry beautiful." Punk smirked.
"Stop calling me beautiful, before I have to kick your ass." She warned him.
"Pift, like that'll happen. I still like the feisty spirit though! It looks good on you!" He shot back at her.
"Punkers, if I didn't know any better I would say you're a world class flirt." She laughed at him.
"Nope, just an equal opportunity guy to all lovely beauties such as yourself." He said back in fake seriousness.
"Yeah right, save your bullshit for the birds who don't have the first clue about you. I'm sure the WWE universe is full of them, waiting at your beck and call." She laughed at him.
"I'm hurt. I really am."
"Stop lying. It's not your strong suit, Mr. Brutally Honest."
"Alright beautiful, I'll see you tonight when you fly in. Bye." He said with a smile.
"Bye Punkers." She smiled.
"Yup, you like him." Alyssa said with a smirk
"Holy shit! Scaring people now huh?" Persephaine jumped back.
Alyssa laughed at her.
"Yup. 'Punkers, if I didn't know any better I would say you're a world class flirt!'" Alyssa mocked her.
Persephaine turned as red as a tomato.
"I did not sound like that." She denied.
"Yes you did! I was cute! You can tell you like him. If he can't tell, then he's either blind or an idiot. Maybe both."
"I don't like him like that. I like him as a friend. He's easy to talk to. I get him on some level. He's outside of the people I deal with everyday around here, and that's refreshing. So no, I'm not trying to date him. Last I heard, he had a girlfriend anyway. Beth Phoenix or something like that. So no, I'm not about that, and besides, you know I don't dare date any way." Persephaine said lamely. She was grasping at anything here and Alyssa could tell. She wasn't about to let her get away that easy.
"Girl, live a little. Fuck Jake, he can't take away Josh from you because you decide to move on! Stop being so scared and live your life. Don't you see? This happened for a reason! This is God's way of trying to push you into living your life finally. No more excuses, you either take it or leave it. But I'm positive, if you don't take this chance, you won't ever get another one like it again." Alyssa warned her.
"Wow, it's scary how much you and Punk sound so much a like sometimes. Never tell him I said that, okay?" She laughed.
"I promise."
With that, both girls went back inside to help her pack, with Josh's help of course. About two hours later, she was at the airport, info in hand and checking in to fly out.
As she looked back at Alyssa and Joshua, she felt sad to be leaving her son. Granted it was only two days, but still. So she blew him a kiss as she turned back away and headed through the terminal. Now her nerves were settling in. She was going to see RAW live. Backstage.
She was also going to be interviewed on live T.V. Oh Jesus, how was she going to do this and not curse on live T.V!
The last thing she thought as she boarded her flight though, was that she was going to see him again.
Oh Jesus indeed.
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