A/N: I really don't know what to say. I felt inspired to write this idea and as always I couldn't resist it - isn't this always my excuse? Fortunately, you will enjoy this story and won't get angry at me for dedicating it to one of my biggest inspirations - her flawless stories always inspire me! I'm sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. As most know, English isn't my first language.

Dedicated to Glamagirl for being an inspiration.

Nothing and Everything

Chapter One - Misery

"You brought this to yourself."

This wasn't supposed to happen. Nothing of this was supposed to happen to her, but unfortunately it did happen and her life was turned upside down in a blink of an eye. Last year had been an utter mess. Sometimes, Maryse Ouellet wished she could travel back in time to change everything she did. Now, she was paying the price of her obnoxious and hurtful behavior. She had only cared about herself; the other people had been mere pawns in her life.

"How could you do this to me?"

Stumbling on her own barefoot feet, the platinum blonde hit the cold wooden bedroom floor. The hand on the door-knob didn't placate the excruciating fall. She bit her bottom lip not to yell when she felt peaks of pain running through her body.

"If you are feeling so miserable, why did you break up with him?"

She tried to crawl to the cell phone placed on the dressing table, but the pain running through her body was too much for her to handle. Fallen on the floor, Maryse didn't move. Droplets of water fell from her hazel eyes when she saw blood in her legs. Breathing heavily, she was aware it was a dreadful signal.

"We both know the baby is mine!"

She wrapped her arms around her prominent stomach. For the past months, she stayed strong for the human being growing inside her belly - a human being she never wished for. However, now, all her strength had been lost and she didn't know how to go on anymore. Everyone would be better if she was gone forever - even her child would be better without her; after all, she would never be a good mother.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

The web of lies she created made her lose everything she ever had. The lies she told made her lose everyone she ever cared about - she realized how important they were for her when it already was too late. Under all the evilness and better-than-you attitude, the French-Canadian had a heart which wasn't made of stone as many said. The heart inside her chest had been broken in several pieces throughout the past months and it couldn't be fixed.

"Please, forgive me."

A silent scream echoed when the pain worsened. Maryse had never felt anything that could be compared to the pain corroding her flesh. She wasn't concerned about being punished - a little voice inside her head whispered she deserved to be punished. However, the life inside her didn't deserve to be castigated by her mistakes and faults. Her baby was an innocent human being who hadn't done any harm; who didn't choose to have her as his - or hers - mother.

"I don't want to see you ever again. You are a lying bitch."

The life was slipping from her body. She was feeling so exhausted. All she wished was to close her eyes and to fall asleep - an eternal sleep, away from the hurtful words and away from mistakes.

"I didn't want to do this to you."

Before passing out, Maryse had the impression of listening to steps getting closer of the room where she was fallen. It could only be her imagination that was making up a savior - not for her because she couldn't be saved, but for her unborn child. No one wanted to know about her. She had learned throughout the last months the truth of it.

"Did you tell me truth?"

Her eyelids closed and the dark overcome her senses, leaving her future uncertain.

"I love you."

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With a pair of dark sunglasses covering her eyes, Maryse Ouellet was trying to survive to a very hurtful hangover. She couldn't recall the last time she suffered a massive headache due to the ingestion of too much alcohol.

She took a glance at herself again on the bathroom mirror. After a long hot shower, the signs of her wild night disappeared. With fresh clothes and her hair fixed - under the circumstances, she did her best to make it look presentable -, Maryse was convinced no one - at least the people who didn't see her in a drunken condition - would become aware of her last night activities. Now, if only the headache went away…

A knock on the door echoed. Rolling her eyes, Maryse's first thought was to ignore it. She has never been an early bird person and her last wish was to deal with people at such hour of the morning. Adding to her dismay for an early meeting her momentary condition, a morning visitor would deal with a very vicious Maryse - as if it was possible for her to be even fiercer than she was every single day of her life.

Hearing the knock again on her bedroom door, the platinum blonde went to open it. As much as she wasn't in the mood to deal with no one, she tried to make effort to welcome her visitor. When she opened the door, Maryse stayed face-to-face with one of her good friends: Natalya Neidhart. It should have crossed the French-Canadian the only person on Earth who had courage enough to knock at her door in the morning was Natalya.

The third-generation Diva didn't wait to be inside the hotel bedroom before speaking about Maryse's whereabouts.

- I lost sign of you last night. - Natalya's voice echoed thought Montreal native's head. Couldn't the blonde Canadian speak lower? She felt a drum was inside her head and it refused to stop playing. - You were tipsy when you vanished from my view.

- If you saw me tipsy last night, you should know I'm with a hangover today and your voice is only making my headache worse. - It was better her friend not to forget her usual sour morning mood. She didn't have humor to deal with anything.

- Where did you go? - Natalya queried, ignoring Maryse's last words. She spent the night concerned with the platinum blonde and now she wanted answers. - I didn't find you anywhere. I even ordered Tyson to see if you were in the men's bathroom!

Rising her eyebrow, Maryse inquired herself why Nattie thought she could be in the men's bathroom. She wasn't drunk enough not to distinguish the two bathrooms - at least, when she left the nightclub she was still able to tell them apart.

Taking off her sunglasses - with the first contact with the slight light, she was closer of swear she was blind -, Maryse met Natalya's eyes. Hopefully, the other woman would understand her condition and leave her alone.

Nonetheless, her wish wasn't fulfilled. Another set of words was ready to slip out of Natalya's mouth, but the Montreal native stopped her before she went further.

- Can't you wait for me to drink a coffee before trying to gossip about me? - Maryse left her body fall into an armchair. Natalya stood on her feet with her arms crossed over her chest and the eyes placed on Maryse. The platinum blonde would have a lot of work to dissuade Natalya to go through with her plan of knowing where she had been.

- Then I'm going to get some coffee for you and for me. There is something I want to speak with you in private - something you won't want other people to listen to.

The Montreal native didn't think about her friend's final words twice. At the moment, she was too worried with her killer headache - it had spent a long time since she drank as much as she drank the night before. She could have got freed of Natalya for a moment, but as soon as the blonde stepped away to grab a mug of warm coffee, one of the twins entered in action. As soon as Natalya opened the bedroom door to step out, Brie ran into the bedroom, catching Maryse off guard.

Occupying a seat on the bed's mattress and with her eyes fixed on the armchair occupied by the platinum-blonde, the twin started an interrogation which Maryse's mind wasn't ready to take part.

- How are you feeling today? - The voice's tone used by Brie boiled Maryse's blood. The twin wasn't speaking with a child!

- Miserable! - She was still wondering how she, Maryse, had got drunk because of a guy. No guy deserved her tears, but for a good couple of hours she forgot it and drank until stumbling on her own feet. She never regrets her actions, but she was ashamed of her behavior. Her pride had been wounded.

- If you are feeling so miserable, why did you break up with him?

Mike had broken up with her because of his jealous ways. As far as everyone knew, apart from Natalya who knew the ugly truth, she had been the one who put an end to their three years relationship.

First, Mike had even been jealous of John Morrison, who was best friend with him and who was also dating Melina. They were in Las Vegas to celebrate the New Year and to have fun, but Mike's jealousy ruined it.

The New Year's Party had a disastrous ending. It ended with Melina breaking up with John and angry at Maryse, who hadn't done any harm. Luckily, the misunderstanding was fixed after long hours of conversation. However, after it, Melina started giving Maryse the famous cold-shoulder. The French-Canadian could hardly believe she had lost a person she considered a friend because of her then-boyfriend.

Now, Mike was jealous of Ted and once again she couldn't understand the reason of his green-eyed behavior. She had known the third-generation wrestler since her first times working with WWE in their training facilities. They were only friends and Mike couldn't understand it. If she wanted to have a relationship with the southerner she could have had it back then - of course, it would imply feelings that had always been no-existent.

After a long day of grumbling about John, Ted and any other guy he thought that had his eyes on her, Mike freaked out and put an end to their relationship.

Maryse shouldn't be depressed over it. No man deserved her tears. No man deserved her pain. After the way Mike treated her, he definitely wasn't worth it. Nevertheless it was easier to say it than to do it.

- I'm not feeling miserable because of my break-up with Mike - Maryse replied back, with no mood of telling her about her hangover. - I don't stay with a man who thinks I'm cheating on him. I have no time to deal with his unfounded accusations. All those fights were giving me wrinkles. I will never feel miserable because of Mike or any man.

Before Brie went further, Nikki appeared out of nowhere. Maryse wondered the reason everyone decided to come to her bedroom when she was going through the worse hangover of her life. Also, how were her friends entering in her hotel bedroom? They didn't have a key and she had only opened the door to Natalya. Those were too many questions that Maryse didn't feel in the mood of discovering an answer.

Feeling frustrated, the platinum blonde took a mental note to buy a lock to keep her next hotel bedroom latched. It would be the end of unexpected and unwanted visitors.

- Then if you aren't miserable because of Mike, it means you already got over him? - The twin who had been around since the beginning of their conversation queried.

- Of course I did. - It was a lie, but Maryse's smug behavior would make everyone believe it was true. The knowing glances exchanged by the twins raised suspicions and the platinum blonde felt she had to know what the two were hiding. - What do you two want to tell me?

- Well, - it was Nikki who spoke - we saw Mike making-out with some chick last night.

- Good for him - Maryse quickly said. She was accused of being a cheater, but Mike was the one who jumped to another girl's panties as soon as they broke up - as soon as he broke up with her.

The twins reported everything their eyes saw as the good friends they were - they even insulted the woman who had nothing on Maryse. The Montreal native made an effort no to listen to them. How could Mike do this to her?

The French-Canadian came back to reality when Natalya placed a mug of coffee in front of her. She waited for the twins to leave the bedroom before going further with her questions. After what her eyes saw, she had a lot to ask.

- Didn't you and Mike make-up? - Maryse raised her eyebrow when was confronted with the question. - I saw you furtively leaving a bedroom this morning. But if Mike was seen with another person, it means you didn't sneak out of his room. So, what were you up to last night?

The French-Canadian took a sip of the warm drink, not sure how to formulate an answer. What Natalya saw wasn't supposed to be known. It was something her friend shouldn't have seen. If Mike heard about it, he would think all his fears were correct - when they weren't! She had never cheated on him. She was a one-man woman.

If Mike ever discovered she had spent the night in Ted's bedroom after leaving the nightclub in a very intoxicate condition, he would share with the World he had been right all along and she was a cheating whore when all she did was to sleep in a friend's bedroom because she wasn't in condition to tell Ted her bedroom's number and for a moment she swore her room-key had been lost.

Due to her memory being a blur, Maryse made sure Ted would tell her with all the words that they didn't have sex after waking up on his bed. She had evidence it didn't happen - she felt like it didn't happen -, but yet she needed to be assured by his words.

- Do you mind leaving me alone? We can speak later about it. - She didn't wish to speak later, but if Natalya only left her alone after that fake promise, she would promise it. Maryse had never wished to be alone so much.

- You won't get rid of me that quickly - Natalya warned and took off the bedroom. She wanted to know what Maryse had been up to - she was one hundred percent sure the French-Canadian had been up to no good.

Finding herself alone after three undesirable visitors, Maryse inhaled a deep and long breath. Running her fingers through her long hair - she needed a hairdresser appointment and quickly! -, the French-Canadian wondered how she would survive to the break-up aftermath and to a hangover in the same day.

She obligated those dark thoughts to vanish from her mind. She was Maryse and nothing and no one would ever knock her down her feet.

Or thus, she thought it back then…