Cracks~3~ Pete Dunne~Final Part
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Again, your heart was broken into small pieces that lay with a used bandaid on the ground. Everything has changed into the color or black and grey. It felt like every memory you had of him haunted you, making your chest ache. It felt like the whole world changed around you once again.
Slowly putting yourself back together, falling the holes and the missing pieces to make yourself whole. It took time to fill the void in your chest, to figure out what you were suppose to now. How were you to move on from this? How were you suppose to let go of the one man that held your heart?
You had try to be yourself. You had ignore the image in your head of one of your friends being with the man that you thought was faithful to you. Everything just reminded you of Pete. You had your best moving on despite feeling numb inside. You reminded yourself of who you were, that you were better than Toni, that you had a title, that you had fans that supported you and friends that were there for you.
No matter the effort you made to forget him, it was no use. You still loved him.
Slowly the numbness became a friend that lingered for a long time. You got used to being around Toni and watching Pete backstage feeling like someone kept knocking you back from your feet. You did your best to put a smile on your face, tune out Toni’s voice and his, trying to move on past this. You did this for the following two months, feeling stab after stab in your chest.
Only for it to come back and break you into pieces. All your insecurities that you overcame came rushing back. You felt your heart no longer pulling strings at his voice.
“ She said he’s good french kisser..” those words repeated in your mind like a record.
You had barely spoken words to your friends and even to Smallman who tried his hardest to make sure you were okay. It hurt too much to listen to his voice when you were around. All you could see in your mind is his arms wrapped around her waist and his lips on her neck, making her gasp.
All you could think was all the things that went wrong between you two. You had your own flaws, you had worries and you had doubts, but Pete always made sure that you stayed happy.
Every word he said was one big lie. It’s been three week since the last time you spoken to Pete, seen her or Toni. Three week os torture, weeks of falling into the same hole you were trying to get out of.
Pete had tried contacting you every day. He left messages on your phone, tried to reach you at the show or at a meet and greet or have Trent and Tyler stop by your room. He was desperately trying to find ways to talk to you, he even asked Eddie to help him.
He wanted to know why all of sudden it was like you were dropped from the earth making him confused more than he ever was. You had to find ways to dodge him and his friends. Pete stopped by to wait when you were done with Smallman or one of your friend, to get you to talk to him to have you only tell him you had somewhere to be. Then, he tried sending Tyler and Trent to your room, they had your key card but you would never be there. When he tried with Eddie, Eddie begged you to talk to the Bruiserweight, even Havoc was sent you way.
You wanted to talk to him, hear him say your name but also hearing him tell you that he cheated on you with one of your friends. You wanted him to comfort it, tell you that he wasn’t faithful. That he was in the wrong.
A part of you weren’t too sure if you could hear listen to him as he tries to explain to you how this all happen and make sense of it. You weren’t sure if it would hurt more to hear him lie to your face or have him tell you he kissed your friend.
No one could tell the bags underneath your eyes due to the make up you had to hide the, body slouching when you sat down, and never-ending of biting on your chapped lips. You were more tired than ever. Your mind was hazy and a lot was going through it.
Some of your friends started to notice how not you, you looked anymore. You didn’t care though.
“ She said he was a great french kisser..” it played in your mind again and turning your heart.You wondered if you look as broken as you looked. All you wanted was to be home, at your home curled into bed and cry, but every time you did nothing would come out. You no longer had the effort for it.
Your eyes focused on the title in your hands, grasping it with your fingers tracing the lines over it. Your back rested against a cool wall. Backstage of Progress was booming with loud voices, you noticed a familiar set of boots down the hall and familiar voice talking to Nixon. She was laughing at something she heard from before. Her lips painted in a red color with her blonde hair flowing down her shoulder. It disgusted you.
Your eyes closed feeling the coldness from the title, sending shivers down your spine. You were crumbled in your own mind, tired of all of it feeling like a dry fish in the sun.
“Y/N?” you rose your head to meet one of the crew members. Right, one of them were here for your jacket to be fixed. Your eyes rose to him, standing as a small timid man with eyes wide looking out of place. He was biting his lips as he stretched out his hand, “ Uh Y/N, I need your jacket . You wanted it to be fixed…”
You nodded, slipping it off yourself and standing up from the ground watching him leave when he took the jacket. Your shoes made a noise smacking against the ground of your sneakers. You walked past the two giggling girls, rolling your eyes at them.
Making your way back into your looker room, having your own opening and shutting the doors. A smell hits your nose, a familiar one. It used to be something of his that had the same scent. However, your body freezes seeing he was sitting on your couch in your locker room. Your stomach twist and turns.
Pete was here, sitting on your couch waiting for you. Your jaw clenches and nose flares up. You wanted to rip the hair from his skull at this very moment. You backed against the door wanting not to come any closer to him. Her voice comes back as the words repeat in your mind, “ She said he was a good french kisser.”
You wanted to scream and run far away from here as possibly you can and avoid this from happening. He is here, waiting for you. He was stubborn and have his way one way another. He always did.
“ We need t’ talk” He says calmly, but his eyes are darker green than they usually are. You could see the annoyance behind them. “ ‘m tired of chasin’ yeh”
“ Shame” you mumbled, arms folding over your chest as you sighed, glaring at hi, the urge of slapping his face and ripping his hair out of his skull grew stronger.
“ Why are yeh bein’ a bitch?” He remained calm for the moment, but he snarled looking at you.His jaw was set tight, his fist clenching then unclenching.
“Excuse me?”your nails dug into your palms, you were sure you were drawing bits of blood by now. Your eyes focused on him, holding yourself together, trying not break in front of him.
“ Like this!” He shouts standing raising his voice, pointing a finger to you. “ Yeh shut me out when thing were about t’ get good. What the fuck did I do?!”
You rolled your eyes with a shake of your head as you look away, staring at the table in the corner of the room that had your backpack on it. From the corner of your eyes, his face changes into hurt and tilting his head in question. He is trying to understand why this is happening. Why are you trying to avoid him, what has he done now?
“ Did I do somethin’” He asks, that’s when your head snaps back to him, your face changes and crumbles, letting him know how much you were hurting. Your eyes looked at him, brimming with redness and tears. His face drops seeing how hurt you were, he want to touch you and hold you in his arms.
“ Yes, you fucking moron. Yes, you fucking asshole did something!” your voice crack as you yell at him. “ You broken my heart over, and over again and again!”
Pete doesn’t say a word, staring at you and blinks like an idiot, trying to figure out what to say.
“ Do you have any idea how much it hurt when you just dropped me for her?Just like that. She became so fucking important to you that you forgot who I was to you!” you continue to yell. “ Do you have an idea how much I was hurting seeing you walk into our apartment to know you spend the day with her instead of me? How it felt to know I didn’t mean a thing to you? It was like you didn’t want to be with me anymore, you didn’t want to talk to me, you didn’t kiss me anymore, I was nobody to you!”
“ It’s not that I didn’t want yeh…”
“ I was miserable!” you didn’t let him finish, you were shaking by now. “ Because I was so stupidly in love with you that it hurts so much to see you every day. Losing you hurt, so much, you were always on my mind and it killed me to see you pick her over me”
By now, tears were rolling down your cheeks and your body was shaking with so much pain, letting it all out. He finally needed to know what he put you through.
“ I kept thinking to myself that you would come back for me and tell me that it was all a big joke. That you still loved me. I was so angry at you for being such an asshole. I was so angry, you distant yourself from me when she came back int your life, for letting me feel my insecurities again. We both hurt each other Pete. I know we didn’t end like we promised we would but I guess I thought for a moment when we fought, one last time that you needed me like I needed you. I thought you’d fight for me…”
“ I do need yeh, I love yeh. I didn’t know yeh wanted me t’ come back t’ yeh” he says.
“ I wanted you too, badly. You were my everything, Peter” your head shakes, wiping your eyes with your sleeves. “ At least, that you were my everything..”
“ What are yeh talkin’ about?”
“ I fucking know you kissed Toni” you tried to swallow the words, not even imagining that you said them. “ Stop acting like you have no fucking idea, I know you do”
Pete’s eyes widen as his lips part, “ Why her? What did she have that I didn’t?”
“ What are yeh on about?!” He raises his voice, snarling, he takes a step forward. “ I didn’t kiss her! I never cheated on yeh, I loved yeh and still do!”
“ You’re pretty friends with benefits told me, asshole!” you shouted, covering your face with your hands as the tears started to flow again, slowing your choked sobs, trying to contain yourself. “ She told me about you and Toni, about you french kissing her. You couldn’t keep it in your pants, couldn’t you?”
“ Wait, what?” You could feel your blood boiling, emotions running all over, your heat aching. Pete had wounded you and this conversation wasn’t getting any better. You felt like a fool for caring too much, thinking about him still when there is a chance that this was all a dream.
“ Your friends with benefits chick said that you and Toni hooked up, that you two had thing while you were with me. She told me, you can cut this act Dunne” you closed your eyes, feeling your heart clenching and it was getting harder to breath.
“ Y/N, babe. No that’-
Your eyes snapped open, glaring at him. How dare he? “ You don’t get to call me that anymore!” you glared. “ What the hell was I to you? I wasn’t worth it? I didn’t give you enough sex? What the fuck did I do for you to be so ungreatful!”
“ I didn’t cheat on you!” Pete shouted, eyes full of agony as he shakes his head closing the space between the two of you. “ I would never cheat on yeh, Toni and I never kissed. Never.”
“ No, stop” you begged him, feeling so tired of talking and thinking. Mentally and psychically being exhausted. His hands cupped your cheeks, bringing you to look at him. His eyes boring into your eyes, his fingers moved the hair away from your face that sticked to your cheeks from crying.
“ None of it is true” He says almost in a whisper, begging you to listen to him with his eyes, “ I would never lie t’ yeh or cheat on yeh. Never.”
“ How do I believe you?” your hands are still shaking, but they are by your side while his thumbs run over your cheeks, brushing away any wetness from your tears. He was inches away from your face and it felt so long since he was this close.
“ I never lied t’ yeh Y/N. Never” one of his hands goes from your cheek to your neck. “ Yeh and I had somethin’ amazing, we were bad towards the end. Yeh know how much of an asshole I am. But I was wron’ t’ leave yeh like that. Yeh cryin’ and seein’ yeh like this, makes my heart feel like someone is stabbin’ it”
He continues to brush his fingertips across your cheek, looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes.
“ I hate t’ see yeh like this, and because of me. I hate tha’ I hurt yeh this much, I hate for pushin’ yeh away. I didn’t know what I was thinkin’. No one in this world has made me feel like yeh have.”
“ Yeah, right” you rolled your eyes. “ It’s true” he nods, his hand that was behind your neck goes down to your throat, feeling your heartbeat on your pulse. “ I miss how yeh wake up next t’ me and greet me with a kiss on the nose. I miss the way yeh would cook me dinner, lunch or breakfast. I miss the way yeh hands fit in mine . I miss yeh soft lips against my own, I miss the nibble yeh do when yeh want t’ turn me on. I miss yeh fingers runnin’ through my hair when I lay my head in yeh lap. I miss everythin’ we used to have. I fucked up, I know. I love yeh so much, there isn’t a day where I don’t think about yeh”
“That’s not true.” Your fingers brushed against his thigh as you shifted, body instantly recoiling them back and folding your palms over your stomach as your skin burned from the near contact.
“ Yeh have to belive me, please..I would never hurt yeh like that” his hands go from your face to your hands, as he interlacing his fingers with yours.
“ Like yeh said from the beginnin’ our heart will always belon’ t’ one another. Always”
“ I don’t know what to believe anymore, I have too much on my mind and my heart has been broken over and over, again and again” you say.
“ Please” he begs you, his bottom lip out before leaning in brushing his lips to yours. The minute they do, your skin is on fire and it felt kinda right, it was like he wanted to try. Try again.He pulls away, brushing his nose against yours, “ Believe me.”
You stare up at him as he looks down at you, face inches away from one another, he holds your hand in his making your skin on fire, making your heart flutter. He was waiting for you to choose, to be with him again or to end it for good this time.
You were unsure of what your choice would be. You could listen to the voice in the back of your head to remember what his friends with benefits says or listen to your heart. His friends with benefits had no idea that you and Pete were exe’s. He hadn’t told him, it wasn’t right to him.
You could listen to Pete talk all day to you or about you, who was staring at you awaiting your answer with his lips parted. This man that is fighting for you, the man you loved with all your head and wanted to be your one and only, the one who has never made an effort like he does with you. Pete was scared inside, he was scared of losing you for good this time. He believe you two can patch things up.
“ Pete, I think-”
A knock came to your door.
“ Y/N, your match is coming up in 10″ your words were cut off from the person who knocked, you stepped back from Pete dropping your hands from his.
“ Give me 2 minutes” you responded, sighing but Pete kept his gaze on you.
“I need to go. We can talk later? I guess..” He nods, but a side smile reaches his lips as he heads out his pinky. “ Make it a promise” you chuckled, rolling your eyes hooking your pinkies with his. “ I promise”
Pete wanted to say something else, but he knew you had your match in a few minutes. He leaves the room but not before brushing his lips against your cheek heading our. You let out a long sight from your lips walking out, putting on your fixed jacket with the title on your shoulder, the smirk appearing on your lips. You had your make up fixed last minute before hearing your theme.
During the match, you had thrown into a stack of chair feeling the pain in your skull sending you into black.
You could hear machines beeping around you as you stirred, wrist tapped to something as light filled the room, wincing as pain ran to your head. Your hand goes to your head skimming over the bandage wrapped around it. You felt like someone hit you with cinderblocks or something. You glanced around the room, needle in your arm and bandaged wrapped around your arm.
You heard voices in the hallways, turning your head to the small window seeing Pete and Jim with a doctor.
“ Is she going to be okay?” you heard Jim ask the doctor, you saw the side of Pete’s head as he stood outside wearing a backwards cap on his head.
“ She will be just fine, her head is bandaged and only a broke rib with a concussion” the doctor said. Pete and Jim both happily sighed, hearing it was nothing serious. “ She needs to take it easy for a few days before she goes. Now excuse me, I need to go”
The two enter the room, Pete looked tired, his eyes had bags underneath them as he ran a hand down his face.
“ Hey, you two”
Pete’s head snapped up along with Jim’s, Jim had smile on his face while Pete ran over to you, his eyes running over your face making sure you really were okay.
“ How are ye feeling?” his fingers brushes over the hair that kept going in your eyes, brushing it aways gently.
“ Like I’ve been hit with a truck, what do you think?” you laugh, his lips goes into a smirk. Seeing him right now, forgetting for a moment what happened before the match, you were happy he was here.
“ I’m still yeh emergency contact, besides, Jim here, of course” he motions to Smallman, who had vanished from the room for some reason.
“ Oh, sorry” you shrugged. His fingers find their way to your hand, tracing along each finger as he looks down at you. “ No need to be luv”
“ Okay..” you nodded. “ Are yeh sure yeh okay?”
“ Yes, I’m fine Pete. You should go back, the boys might need you and you have a match tomorrow” you say, pulling your hand away from wincing as you sit up. Pete shakes his head, “ No, I am staying with yeh” He helps you sit up on the bed.
You looked at him, watching his expression lit up with a smile.
“ Ye’ll be back in no time” he mumbles, knowing exactly what you were thinking about. You wanted to get back into the ring, you loved wrestling with all your heart. It mean a lot to you.
His fingers hover over your and you let him take your hand in his. Things were going to be okay, you were sure of it. But there is still a part of you that wants to believe him and want him back but you still were not sure. You were healing and it would take some time.
You held onto the title until you had your match with Dahlia, you were proud to drop off the title to her. She deserves it as much as you did. When the match ended, you hugged her and rose her hand in the air. Travis and TK rushed to the ring, both embracing you with a group hug before raising Dahlia’s hand again.
Walking backstage, you wee greeted by Tyler and Trent who have been patching things up with you still. You haven’t fully forgave them, but you were getting there. They both hugged you telling you how amazing you did. Turning around you came face to face with the man you love.
You had believed Pete, that he never cheated on you. Toni had told you that she would never betray you, never. She was your friend, friends don’t do that to friends. Pete was back in your life, slowing getting back to what you to were.
Your heart was whole again and you were happy.