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We Will Always Have Twitter	By : LeylaChaz Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1721 -:- 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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Disclaimer: I own nothing except for original story lines of the fic itself, and all OC's. I do NOT know CM Punk or anyone else who is WWE related. I have nothing to do with WWE, and I am only making this for entertainment purposes. No money at all is being made from this fic. It's purely free entertainment for mature viewers. If you are not age 18 and above, please do NOT view this fiction. It is not intended for you. Parents, I love children, but I can't cater all my writings for them so please, keep up with what your children are viewing. Thank you!

Author Notes: So this idea popped into my head after a few things happened. I will be using my OC Persephaine Sin-Claire. (pronounced "Per-sef-anie" like you pronounce the end of Steph-aine) Just consider this me stretching out the old creative part of my imagination. At least I'm just being honest about it. Now with the possibly confusing a/n out of the way... ON WITH THE SHOW!

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Chapter 1: When The World Looks Dark, And You Can't See The Light.

This had to be a cruel and completely sick joke. There is no way in hell this could actually be happening. But as she looked up at the door that he so easily closed as he walked out, while she laid broken and crying on the floor, she knew one thing... he actually just left her. For another woman. On her birthday. What kind of sick fuck does that? Apparently he was just that person, and after four years, she finally knew that she never meant anything to him. After all the good times, the bad times, the beautiful baby boy they had together, and even after she took him back when he cheated on her. Numerous times. She still meant absolutely nothing to him.

Persephaine Sin-Claire was the biggest fool in the world. Something inside of her just snapped off and died in that instant. She couldn't believe she actually got on her hands and knees, crying, begging and pleading with him to not leave her. That she loved him. Why the hell was she the one doing that, on her birthday, after he just told her he wanted another woman and not her? After all the bullshit that she put up with for over four years and this is how he repays her? What higher power saw fit to her destroy this way? Who did she piss off in a past life?

As much as she hurt, she was also becoming increasingly angry. But strangely enough, even though it hurt like hell to admit it, she oddly felt free somehow. Persephaine had no clue how that actually be, but it was there, that odd free feeling. Like for the first time in years, she could breath again. It felt liberating in one way, while in another way it didn't feel normal. Afterwards, shame washed over her in waves. What kind of person would feel free after the love of their life would leave them? A screwed up person, that's who.

Looking from the door to her hand, she spotted her blackberry. Her best friend lived a few miles up the road, and she wasn't trusting herself to be alone right now. So, with a heavy heart, she scrolled through her large amount of contacts until she settled on one. Michelle Vice. As she hit the dial button, and listened to the phone ring, she realized that it was two in morning, but before she could hang up Chellie answered.

"Hello?" She asked sleepily.

Persephaine broke down and cried, very loudly.

"He just left me for another woman on my birthday Chellie!" As gut wrenching sobs took control over her body.

"What? What the hell is going on Seph?" Concern evident in her voice.

"Jake, my crazy as fuck baby daddy, he just left me for another woman! On my fucking birthday the goddamn bastard!" She sobbed harder.

"Can you drive right now?" Michelle asked her seriously.

"Yea, I think so, maybe driving will help me." Persephaine sniffled.

"Then come to my house and get me, I'll stay with you as long as you need me too." Chellie said. It wasn't a polite offer, it was a demand. Chellie was fiercely loyal to her friends, but everyone knew that her temper was nothing to be trifled with. Unless you lived near an E.R.

"O...o.k." With that she hung up and sat for another minute on the floor.

Their home, no it was no longer their home, it was just his home. He made it one hundred percent clear that he expected her to move out. In that moment, Persephaine realized that this was never their home as he made her believe, this was his bachelor pad that she helped him buy. What a fucking idiot. How the hell could she have not have seen all of this coming? Everyone tried to warn her, even her own family back home, but did she ever listen to any of them? Not really. So truth be told, she sort of had it coming. It didn't make the shock any less harder to absorb, nor did it make her hurt any less. How was she going to explain this to their two year old son? Of course, she would naturally be stuck with that burden, while Jake would take off and have his fun. Heartless, cruel, bastard. Why wasn't she enough for him? Why wasn't she able to keep his love? Oh that's right, she's not as skinny as she was before she had their son, her body did not handle the pregnancy good at all. She had some stubborn weight that refused to come off of her, and the stretch marks on her stomach, no wonder he left. If she was with someone who looked like her, she would leave too. But it didn't mean that she didn't try. While she was pregnant, she walked around as much as she could, applied all sorts of lotions to her stomach, but somehow that was no match for her bad genetics in this department.

Persephaine picked herself up off the floor, walked into the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror.

"I look disgusting." She said sadly to herself.

Her usually beautiful blue eyes were blood shot, puffy and tear stained. Her face was red and swollen, and she had to get a tissue to keep her nose clean.

Afterwards, she realized that she needed to stop feeling sorry for herself right now, and go pick up Chellie. With that, she walked out of the bathroom, back into the living room, retrieving her keys and purse. She took one last look around the house, and new tears threatened to spill over. Big mistake. So she opened the same door he just used to leave her, and walked out. She walked over her 2008 Mazda 3 and climbed into the drivers side. Thank God, she never allowed herself to put Jake's name on this! The only seemingly smart thing she ever did while they were together. She had bought back in 2008 brand new right off the lot. At twenty years old. It was a big accomplishment to her.

She cranked the car on, pulled out of the driveway, flipped her lights and radio on. At that moment, a song came on that ignited a new way of life in her. A song, that described how she would carry herself from now on.

Don't Hold Your Breath

You can't touch me now

There's no feeling left

If you think I'm coming back

Don't hold your breath

What you did to me boy I can't forget

If you think I'm coming back

Don't hold your breath

I was under your spell for such a long time couldn't break the chains

You played with my heart tore me apart with all your lies and games

It took all the strength I had but I crawled up on my feet again

Now you're trying to lure me back but no those days are gone my friend

I loved you so much that I thought someday that you could change

But all you brought me was a heart full of pain

You can't touch me now

There's no feeling left

If you think I'm coming back

Don't hold your breath

What you did to me boy I can't forget

If you think I'm coming back

Don't hold your breath

Don't hold your breath

I was worried about you but you never cared about me none

You took my money and I knew that you, you could kill someone

I gave you everything but nothing was ever enough

You were always jealous over such crazy stuff

You can't touch me now

There's no feeling left

If you think I'm coming back

Don't hold your breath

What you did to me boy I can't forget

If you think I'm coming back

Don't hold your breath

Don't hold your breath

Move on don't look back

I jumped off a train running off the tracks

Love is gone face the facts

A bad movie ends and the screen fades to black

What you did to me boy I can't forget

If you think I'm coming back

You can't touch me now

There's no feeling left

If you think I'm coming back

Don't hold your breath

What you did to me boy I can't forget

If you think I'm coming back

Don't hold your breath

You can't touch me now

There's no feeling left

If you think I'm coming back

Don't hold your breath

What you did to me boy I can't forget

If you think I'm coming back

Don't hold your breath

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A month later, Persephaine was settled into her new place that she was sharing with her best friends Chellie, and Alyssa. She was starting to date again, infact, she just went through another breakup, only this one happened via email. Were these guys serious? But this one was a slight blow to her ego, seeing how this guy was a multi-millionaire CEO of a biofuels company, and this one left her for (insert a drumroll here please) another woman! How awesome is that? Not.

She was getting really fucking tired of this, and her friends were too. They had no idea why these guys kept doing this bullshit to her. So in an attempt to make Persephaine feel better and also, to get her to stop downing herself, Alyssa started to do workout routines with her. In less than a two months, Persephaine lost over twenty pounds, and in four months, she lost another fifteen more. She found that she absolutely loved walking now. And she loved the rewards that her body gave her for it. Alyssa started getting her into tanning as well. Persephaine was naturally weary of tanning, seeing how she was a fair complected woman, but needless to say, it made her more desirable. She noticed that guys were stopping in stores and other places, and staring at her with smiles. Something that hadn't happened since before she got pregnant with her son. Needless she felt great about herself. The tanning even helped to fade the stretch marks on her tummy, so she had a new confidence that was out of this world.

One afternoon, while her son was off with his father, who oddly enough got dumped by that woman he left her for, she got online to talk to her twitter people. Her two best friends on twitter, were of course already online. Sarah and Greg.

xPersephainexSinClairex:Guess who has an entire weekend to herself? Yup Yup!

Within minutes, Sarah was the first to reply to her.

Sarahlvsleon: Yay! What's the plans girl? Please tell me you're gonna have a drink for me where I'm stuck this weekend?

Persephaine laughed, leave it to Sarah!

xPersephainexSinClairex: Sarahlvsleon That sux! Okie dokie, one drink for Sarah even though she's all the way in the UK, check! Lol :)

Soon Greg jumped in the conversation

razarsharp: xPersephainexSinClairex So what are you doing this weekend? ;)

She laughed when she received his reply, Greg was her best guy friend and lived in a town about a half an hour away from her, they knew each other way before twitter. She was the one that got him hooked into it.

xPersephainexSinClairex: razarsharp not too much, more than likely going to Waterville this weekend. ;)

That was code for her going to the club, something Greg knew by heart.

razarsharp: xPersephainexSinClairex You know WWE is coming to town in a few weeks right?

Her jaw dropped. Was he kidding her? She loved WWE, grew up watching it as a kid. But lately, the past several years haven't been the same. The PG rating was killing it, and herself, Sarah, and Greg spent a ton of time on twitter talking about it. Even send tweets to their favorite superstars about it. The most popular one they spent time talking to (or trying to at least,) was CM Punk. So far, Greg was the only one who ever received a response from him. Which made Sarah and Persephaine jealous. Sarah because she was absolutely in love with her dear future husband Punkers, and Persephaine because she was the one who introduced him to CM Punk's twitter account in the first place. Fucking Greg, his head was bigger than the blow-up GoodYear mascot she saw out front of her local tire store for over two miserable weeks! She still wanted to smack him for that one.

xPersephainexSinClairex: razarsharp Are you effin serious? Bye y'all! I'm gonna go get my ticket!

Sarah responded immediately.

Sarahlvsleon: xPersephainexSinClariex LUCKY BITCH! Not fair! :( Will you take CMPunk pics for me? :) Please!

She laughed, of course she would. Because something neither Sarah and Greg knew, she thought Sarah was on to something about Punk, he was gorgeous after all. But that was a secret she would take to her fucking grave if she could help it.

xPersephainexSinClairex: Sarahlvsleon Of course girl! I wouldn't miss that for the world for you! :) Bye!

With that, she signed off, and went to the arena in town to buy her ticket. Luckily, there was one last ticket left that was ring-side. She couldn't believe her luck, so she bought it and smiled.

She would see her favorite superstars live and in person.

And she would finally get that one up over Greg.

Life was starting to look pretty sweet indeed.

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Ok, please read, rate and review! Twitter names were made up expect for a couple (Sarah's and CM Punk's are real) but Persephaine's and Greg's are obviously fake lol. Sarah is a personal friend of mine and I have used her in this fic with her permission. The song I used in this chapter is called, "Don't Hold Your Breath," by: Nicole Scherzinger. All legal rights belong expressly to Nicole and her labels. No Copyright infringement was intended, and it was used for entertainment purposes only. No money is made for making this fic, it is purely free entertainment for all.
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