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{Wake up now darlin'
I got a reason to believe
This love ain't gonna last the night
You've opened my eyes, now I'm a little bit wiser
A little bit colder}
He wasn't quite sure what had awakened him from his deep sleep at first. And then, as he rolled over, Adam Copeland became aware of the restless shifting in the bed beside him. The woman was doing an awful lot of moving around in her sleep - which was odd considering her normally peaceful slumber.
"Amy... Amy, honey, wake up," the blond man said softly, gently shaking his girlfriend. He paused in the task for a beat to turn on the switch on the bedside lamp. He squinted for a moment in the sudden brightness, turning back to her as she suddenly roused.
Amy Dumas squinted up at him, her face full momentary confusion, red hair mussed.
"A-Adam?"
"You were having a nightmare," he explained, a soft smile coming to his face as he gazed at her. She looked so cute in her disorientation, her auburn hair slightly messy from sleep.
"What..." the young woman began, her eyes shifting down to the blanket that half-covered her body. She didn't finish her thought, *couldn't* bring herself to finish it.
The man she loved was looking at her with that sweet expression on his face, smiling at her as though nothing was wrong. Yet, something was *very* wrong - and she couldn't shake it off, either.
The shock hit Adam hard as the redhead suddenly crumpled, bursting into tears for seemingly no reason. He guessed the dream she'd had had been so frightening and realistic that it had really shaken her to her very core.
"Ames... Baby, it's okay." He reached out to put an arm around the sobbing, shaking diva, his voice filled with tenderness as he tried to draw her against him. "Come here... It was only a dream, sweetie."
Amy wept for a full minute, the sobs harsh and wracking her body. She felt as though her heart were shattering in a million pieces, over and over again. This anguish was far too much for her to bear, and to make matters even worse, it didn't stem from a mere dream...
... What she'd seen in her sleep had actually been reality.
Suddenly, she pulled almost violently out of his embrace, startling the blond man deeply.
"No... don't touch me!"
Adam frowned as he stared at his unhappy girlfriend, his green eyes filled with concern as he eyed her.
"I just want to help - comfort you," he said softly.
{There's no easy way
To let you down and tell you
I don't love you anymore
Have a little respect, don't beg
I don't need it, I never wanted it anyway}
The redhead stood in her tracks in front of the bed, sadly shaking her head as she looked down upon him.
"No... you... you can't, Adam. You *can't* comfort me."
"Huh?" A look of confusion crossed the tall blond man's features as he questioned her. "I don't understand."
Composing herself somewhat, Amy raked a hand through her long hair.
"There's... there's nothing you can do to make me feel better," she continued. She became slightly choked up again as more tears came and flowed freely down her cheeks despite her ability to not sob again. "You can't do a damn thing because *you're* the reason I'm so upset..."
His heart nearly stopped as he listened to her. Her voice and face alike were full of heartache, and all of a sudden, he thought he knew what was bothering her. Damn it, he'd thought they were going to move past that, forget about it and just move on. But he knew that was the problem right now, knew it deep in his heart and with every fiber of his being - and that knowledge scared the ever-loving hell out of him.
"Oh, Ames... Don't tell me-"
{So stop what you're saying
It's more than I can take
We've reached the end, there's no defense
I had enough of this bad, bad love}
"I can't do this anymore, Adam... I *can't*."
In a flash, the Canadian was up on his feet, off of the bed and heading straight to her. He gathered her in his strong arms, holding her tightly, as though for dear life. He pressed her against his chest, his large hands stroking at her as he spoke soothingly, in a desperate attempt to stop what he knew was coming. But it couldn't happen, it just *couldn't*. It would destroy him. He was man enough to acknowledge that.
She was pushing back from him, and he could feel her shaking her head despite the fact that she'd held onto him just as tightly a moment before, and her tears had felt warm as they'd moistened his bare chest.
"No... I can't. I can't do this anymore, and I can't get past it," she protested as she gazed up into his face. The expression on her own seemed to be pleading with him to understand - but he couldn't. No matter how hard he ever tried, he just *couldn't* - for he couldn't see any way possible that he would no longer want to be with her, loving her.
{Don't fool yourself
I could never forgive you
And I damn sure won't forget
In Heaven or Hell every tear that I've cried
Will come back to haunt you yet}
It was like a knife twisting in her heart. Each and every time since that night in July little more than two months earlier, when she thought about it, it killed her. No matter how many times she tried to rid the thought from her mind, she'd found it next to impossible... Adam with someone else... pressing his full lips on another woman's mouth, his flesh against hers, his tongue on various parts of the skank's body... him inside of her... It just tore her to shreds, the most damage striking her heart.
{Don't be surprised if one of these mornings
Bad luck comes knockin' at your door
Oh, no, you'll find out
Hell hath no fury like this woman that you've scorned}
"Amy... oh, God, Ames - please don't do this," the blond man moaned, his handsome, sleepy face filled with misery, emerald-green eyes fearful as he gazed down at her.
She shook her head, fresh tears dripping down her cheeks as her heart broke all over again. She could still remember that night. How horrible it had been. She'd wanted to just die. And now, as she recalled that conversation, the one she'd never in her worst nightmares ever could have imagined, she shuddered and shivered.
*Two months earlier*
~Adam swallowed hard, his gaze cast down at the floor as he sat alone in his locker room. He'd dreaded this moment all day long, ever since he'd woken from his drunken stupor that morning and made the discovery - the *startling* discovery.
He'd called Amy a bit earlier on his cell phone, requested her presence at his locker room tonight during the houseshow. He'd already had his match against Batista and she'd already done her spot with Kane and Matt Hardy, so they were both free for the remainder of the night here. But how in hell was he supposed to tell her what he knew he needed to tell her?
The blond man looked up at the knock on the door, his heart thumping uncontrollably as he stood up to answer it. It could only be *her*, and he suddenly felt as though he were walking that last mile.
"Hey," he said, somehow managing to both smile *and* sound cheerful simultaneously as he let her into the room. She was definitely a sight for sore eyes, but he was horrified at the mere thought of telling her.
"Hi," she said softly, a small smile gracing her lips, and his heart nearly melted. Damn it, she could always make him feel great just by that beautiful smile of hers. And when he told her his news...
The redhead stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips, her arms clasping around his neck in the process. He held onto her, his hands at her waist as he kissed her back. His heart began to pound unnaturally fast and hard in his chest yet again, and he only hoped she couldn't hear it.
"How was it last night?"
"Wh-what?" he stammered, nearly doing a double-take as she crossed the locker room to sit down on the couch in one corner. He suddenly felt hot all over and wondered if he were about to pass out. Somehow, he managed to come closer to her, and she was still smiling at him.
"You know - the diva search casting special," Amy elaborated, gesturing with one hand and patting the couch. She wanted him to come sit beside her, and the blond man wasn't sure he was physically capable of doing so at that very moment. His feet felt like they were nailed to the floor.
"Oh..." He raked a hand through his long blond hair, preventing the sigh he felt from escaping. "Err... shit. Ames, I... Well, I have to tell you something."
"What is it?" The smile slowly vanished from the redhead's face as she sensed that whatever it was he needed to get off his chest, it wasn't going to be something good. She blinked in confusion as she stared up at him.
"I..." He paused, nervously running his hand through his golden mane again. Damn it... Inside, he'd cursed himself time and time again for his actions, regardless of the fact that he'd not had all his wits the previous night. "... I... had a little too much to drink last night - after the casting special," he began. "See, Chris and I went out to this nearby bar, and..." He swallowed hard, feeling the uncomfortable, sickening lump in his throat, his gaze returning to his girlfriend's face. She looked... confused, scared, uncertain, and... something he couldn't quite put his finger on. "... and I made a *huge*, terrible mistake, Amy, I'm so sorry, and I never meant for it to happen and it *won't* ever happen again, and I-"
The redhead's eyes went wide, and she practically leapt up off the couch to him.
"What?! Adam Copeland, are you trying to tell me that you...?" She flung her arms wildly as she yelled at him, her hair swinging with the jerky motions of her head. "Spit it out, damn it! Just *tell* me!!"
Shaking... He was shaking as he kept his eyes on her, absorbing all of her fury and the hurt and rage in her shouting voice. And as he continued explaining to her, he suddenly became aware of the fact that he was crying, the tears streaming down his face.
"I... I slept with one of the diva contestants," he blurted, his head bowed, long blond hair curtaining around his face in his shame. "The only thing I remember is that I screamed out your name... and that I woke up with her in my hotel bed..."
Amy stared at him in silence for a beat, her chest heaving with ragged breaths as she tried to grasp hold of the situation, of what he'd just admitted to. She couldn't believe it. He'd had sex with another woman - and after they'd been in this relationship for the past four years. Damn it, she'd thought she was going to *marry* this man, bear his children - and here, he was telling her he'd fucked someone else!
"Who is she?"
Adam looked up, his eyes still tearful as he searched her face. She looked furious, yet her question had been so softly issued. He opened his mouth to speak and shook his head, afraid to say another word.
"Who *is* she?!" the diva screamed, her face reddening in fury. Her hands were curled into fists at her sides as she glared at her coyed boyfriend. "I have a fucking right to know! *Tell me*!!"
The tall blond man was practically cowering as he looked into her angry face - that beautiful face that was always so full of love for him, which was rarely filled with anger directed at *him*. No... Amy Dumas *never* looked at him with such hatred and loathing.
"It was one of the diva contestants," he said in a rush of breath. "It was that girl Joy... Joy," he repeated, shaking ever so slightly. He felt as though he were about to be sick.
"Joy, huh?" she asked, her expression suddenly thoughtful. "Oh, was that the little brunette who had her leg all over you? Grabbed your ass too, if I'm not mistaken... the little slut." Despite the tears that were suddenly rolling down her cheeks, the redhead bitterly laughed. "Well, let me tell you - if she wins that fucking contest, I'm gonna kick her ass!"~
Adam stared with disbelief at the redhead, his heart nearly stopping for the second time that night. He shook his head helplessly as he watched her cross the room to her suitcase.
"Amy, what are you...?" He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "... you-you can't do this!"
She shook her head furiously as she closed and zippered her bag. She too was crying, sobbing again, and she paused for a moment as she straightened up and turned to look at him balefully from over her shoulder.
"I *have* to." She stepped back over to him, stopping as she was within mere inches from his form and reached up to place her hand on his tearstained cheek. "I can't... I can't get the image of you... making love to someone else... out of my mind."
The blond man shook his head frantically.
"It wasn't 'making love,'" he protested. "It didn't mean a damn thing, baby... I know I said it before, but I'll say it again - I'm *sorry*. God, Ames, I am *so* sorry! Please don't leave me," he sobbed.
The redhead straightened her shoulders, her tears stilled for now as she gazed intensely into his now bloodshot green eyes. She wanted him, wanted to be able to get past his one and only big mistake in their relationship, but she just *couldn't*. And it killed her.
"I can't do that, Adam," she replied evenly, shaking her head. "Goodbye..." With that final word, she walked away from him and went back to her suitcase, heading for the door.
Adam watched her in silence, shock coursing through him as he realized she was really leaving. He couldn't quite get himself to believe it. It felt as though this were all just a horrible nightmare he would wake up from at any moment. But at the same time, he knew he wasn't dreaming.
"Amy... Come on, baby, no..." He started to go to her, but she shook him off, refusing to look at him as she headed for the door.
He felt faint as she whizzed out the hotel room door, her steps quick, her long red hair streaming after her.
"No!!!" Adam ran out the door and started after her, despite the fact that he was wearing only a pair of boxers. He didn't give a damn, however, and continued after the woman he loved. But she was fast, so very fast - in fact, she was already running down the stairs... And his heart broke.
She was gone... He could hear her footsteps pounding down the stairs, and he knew there was no way he could catch up to her like this. He was certain to get picked up for indecent exposure, so he did the only thing he *could* do and ran back up to his room.
Tears streaming down his face, the tall blond man ran to the balcony, his gaze sweeping frantically over the street below. And then, he saw her... She was walking briskly, her suitcase clutched at her side, her steps still quick.
"Amy!" he shouted, waving his arms around wildly. "Amy, Amy!!! Come back! *Please*! Amy Dumas, I love you!!!"
{Stop, don't say it
It's more than I can take
We've reached the end, there's no defense
I've had enough of this bad love
Don't be surprised
If one of these mornings
Bad luck comes knockin' at your door
Have a little respect, don't beg
I don't need it, it doesn't matter anymore}
The redhead stopped abruptly in her tracks, her head turning in his direction, and she gazed up at him. The Canadian felt a measure of relief for a moment as he thought she would just turn around and come back into the hotel, back to the room and back to *him*. Oh, God, he'd never felt so relieved in all his life...
... But then, after a moment, she turned away and continued walking. And, as he watched with tear-filled eyes, she hailed a cab and got in. And he watched as the love of his life was driven away from him.
As the realization that she was really, truly gone hit him, Adam sank to his knees and wept. The sobs wracked his body so hard he felt as though he might break into a million pieces.
{Stop, don't say it
Don't try to make me see
We've reached the end, there's no defense
I had enough of this bad, bad, love}