CHAPTER TWENTY |

(because her daddy loves me more .)

I cover my mouth as I yawned, I didn't get that much sleep tonight due to the fact I was planning how am I going to ask for a Hell in a Cell match with Sasha. It was the Raw before Clash of Champions and everyone was in a rush. It was you're last chance to make a good impression on the universe before you head into the paper view on Sunday.
Suddenly I felt someone wrap their arms around my shoulders hugging me. I laugh softly, "Hello to you too Bayley."

Bayley pulls away with a smile on her face. "Sorry I'm just so cold."

"How are you?" I ask. It was honestly strange to be talking to Bayley since I hadn't in the past year.

"Well I'm nervous yet excited."

"For Sunday?" Bayley nods. "Don't worry you are going to be out standing. Just do what you do best and steal the show."

"I don't know how you did all those times you were in a paper view."

I shrug, "Well I had some type of support back then, it wasn't tell recently that I had no one. Its just all about just getting your mind ready. You need to walk in there with confidence and your head held high."

"Is it different from the paper views we had down at NXT."

I shooked my head, "Honestly no. It is just the same but the only difference is that you're on the main roster instead of NXT."

Bayley let out a breath of relief. "I feel much better now."

"Good. You just need to relax and push out all those negative vibes."

From the corner of my eye I see Sasha walking with Chris. I mentally prepare myself and silently pray that they don't notice us, but my prayers weren't answer.

"Don't look Chris, we don't look at horrible things such as a loser with daddy issues and a desperate fangirl." Sasha scoffs. Chris laughs with her.
Bayley looks down trying not to show how hurt she is. That came from a person Bayley thought was her best friend. For some reason it bothered me. I probably should of kept my mouth shut but I couldn't.

"Oh look Bayley, It's Sasha Banks! The woman who likes to cheat her way out of matches, hangs out with manwhores, and wants somebody else's father to be her own since she doesn't have one." I shot back. The smirk on Sasha's face suddenly vanished.

"You're the one to talk."

"Actually honey I do have a father but you see I don't go out and use your father for help to win my matches." I then dramatically gasped. "Oh shoot Sasha, I totally forgot. You don't have a father since he left once he saw you're hideous face."

A crowd was now gathering around. I knew I was in trouble. I probably shouldn't have said that to her but I mean she deserved it.

"You're going to get it Flair." She said walking a little bit closer to me.

"Whatever Banks. I don't know why you even bothered anymore with me. What have I even done to make you have a strong hatred for me?"

That cruel smirk came back on her lips, "I see what this."

"What is?"

"You're jealous of a what a good relationship your father and I have."

"I am not jealous. I can careless about Ric, he means nothing to me anymore. Its you I care about because I want my championship back. It doesn't belong to no good cheater like you."

Chris then butted his way into it, "I think she is jealous Sasha."

Sasha snickered,

"Because her daddy loves me more."

I don't know why that effected me. It hurt me bad. I shouldn't be hurt by it but I am. Maybe because its the truth.
Next thing I know I am thrown to the ground by Sasha.

Sasha staddles me and starts punching me left and right. I had been calmed these past few weeks trying not have no problems but at  this moment I forgot about all of that.

I grabbed her hair and head butted her hard, making me a little dizzy. I got her off of me and swang her body to the wall. The superstars around us started chanting fight fight, reminding me of a middle school lunch room and two people fighting.
She fell on the ground and I kicked her in the face. I heard a crunch. I got on her and started punching her. I felt her scratch my face with her long nails. I was about to throw another fist but that's when Ric walked into the circle.

"Charlotte stop that right now and get the hell up." He told me harshly. I look down at the fallen Sasha. Her face had big red marks on it, her once curled and perfect hair was now a mess, her lip was cut, and blood was dripping from her nose.

I got off of the boss, "My office right now." Ric demands. I roll my eyes push past the crowd of superstars staring wide eye at the bloody Sasha.

The walk to Ric's office was silent. Silent isn't good when you are around him.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Ric shouted at me. I shrug my shoulders. "You have cause huge bruises all over my champion's pretty  face, you might just broke her nose." My heart shrieks when he called Sasha his champion. I was his champion once.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Ric asked me with anger dripping from his voice.

I shook my head, having my eyes set on the wall behind him. "I don't have anything to say besides fuck yourself." I said smugly.

"I should just suspend you for another month!"

"But you are not because I am the reason those people sit in their seats for. I am the fighting champion they need! Not Sasha."

"No you're wrong. Sasha is the best in this company. She is the one I want. She is the daughter I never had, the daughter I had was a stubborn woman who always had her head in her ass. Charlotte you're nothing in this company and you will never be something."
I had heard enough of him. I quickly opened the door and ran out. I felt like a teenager when I would run out of my parents room after they told me that I couldn't go to a friends house.

I felt tears threaten to spill their way out of my my eyes. "Don't cry Charlotte, don't cry." I told myself but of course when you tell yourself that, you end up crying. I found my way out of the building and into the cold night. I stood behind a fence and balled my eyes out not caring about the botchy eyedhadow and dark liner on my face. I let everything out. All these emotions just feel out.

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I felt strong arms wrap around my fragile frame. I instantly knew who it was. I had stop crying but I buried my face into the chest of Roman Reigns.

"I had heard what happened. I'm so sorry I want there to protect you. I'm so sorry." He spoke to me. His words filled my brain with thoughts I didn't want to think right now.

"It doesn't matter anymore, just hold me." He doesn't say anything but hug me. My heart flutters. I missed having someone hold me and comfort me. Roman makes me feel special and nice?

After a few minutes of us standing there holding each other, we pulled away and looked each other in the eye. I had a urge to kiss him right now but I knew I couldn't. It wouldn't be the right thing.

"Better?" He asked.

I nod my head, "Better."

He offers me his hand and I gladly takes it. I notice he is still in his ring gear. Probably got done with his match already.
We walk back into the arena. We past by a monitor with a group of people around it. I take a glance at who was fighting.
It was Seth Rollins vs. Him.

His voice rings in my head, his touch sends goosebumps up my arms, his kiss fills my mouth, and his big brown eyes hunt my mind.

Why won't he leave my mind?