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Chapter 4 – You Can Sleep When You're Dead

The next two weeks passed by in a blur. I'd travelled more in the last fourteen days than I had in all my other trips or holidays combined. I was still desperately trying to keep up with my dad... but it was hard, so much harder than I'd ever expected. Shawn was nearly double my age, yet he seemed to handle the travel and lack of sleep with ease. I certainly had a new found respect for both him and his fellow wrestlers. How they did it in and out, every week of the year, with their matches and gym sessions on top of it all was beyond me.

We'd spent the last two days back at Shawn's house. It was near impossible to have any downtime on the road, so it had been nice to spend some time alone in my room and wind down.

But sleep? I could barely get a few hours a night, no matter how tired I was. I wasn't sure if it was because my days had gradually seemed to be getting better. Maybe it was because sometimes I found myself going a few hours without thinking about mom. Maybe it was a way of my brain punishing me for forgetting... but every time I finally managed to doze off, it was always the same. I'd wake up from the same awful nightmare, my mom's ashen, sickly body lay in a hospital bed, her breaths uneven rasps, the machines beeping all around me becoming deafening...

"Okay darlin', you better head on in and get some rest. We've got an early start tomorrow."

Shawn came to a stop outside my hotel room, rolling my case right up to the door. He turned to face me, smiling down at me lightly as he ran a hand across his ponytail. It had taken less than an hour from touching down in Maine to get to the hotel... which I unfortunately couldn't say about the nearly seven hour flight from Texas.

"Sure," I nodded his way. I wasn't going to disagree... even if I knew there was no chance I'd be getting any rest. I just knew that the best way to get away from my dad was for him to think I was tucked up nicely in bed. If only he knew just how many times I'd snuck out after hours already. And with people who he knew for a lot of those times, too. "I'll see you in the morning?"

"I'll be here at nine, on the dot," He lifted an arm and patted me gently on the shoulder, "If you need anything, I'll only be next door."

I shook my head as he span around, dragging his belongings beside him. It was already much easier for me to bite my tongue when it came to Shawn, but that didn't mean that it still didn't drive me crazy with how protective he was.

With a sigh, I slid my keycard into the lock, not wasting another moment in pulling my case inside and closing the door behind me. I flicked on the light, surprised by how spacious the room was. From the stories Randy and the other guys had told me about life on the road, I couldn't help feeling worried about the next hotel we'd be staying at... but luckily for me, so far everywhere had been relatively decent.

I dropped my carry on bag down on the double bed, slopping down beside it with a groan. The little alarm clock on the bedside table read 10.05pm. Even if I could have slept, it was way too early to hit the hay. I unzipped my bag, a smile growing on my face as I pulled out what I had been looking for. My camera. Up until now, I'd left all my equipment behind, not thinking I'd get any opportunity to use it on the road... but I'd missed it way too much. I never usually went a day without taking a photograph, so I was craving to do so. I'd opted on my mini digital camera instead of my giant Canon that I used for college. It was a lot handier when I had to lug so much stuff around.

I placed it down on my bed, along with my mobile, deciding on a quick shower before I headed back out. The warm water was blissful after such a long flight, soothing my aching muscles and clearing my head. I wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel as I searched through my case, shrugging to myself as I pulled out my boyfriend jeans and my black Ramones t-shirt. It wasn't like I was going to be seeing anyone I knew at this time, anyway.

I took a quick look in the mirror, pulling a face as my damp hair already started to fizz. I pulled it up into a messy ponytail, not even wanting to think of the time it was going to take to tame in the morning. After shoving my familiar black converse onto my feet, I picked up everything I needed and left the room.

I started snapping away the minute I left the room, finding detail in the smallest of things. The flowers on the wallpaper, the frame of a landscape photograph, the shadow of a chair that the warm hotel light had cast. I paused in front of the elevator, smiling to myself as I realised just how much I'd missed this.

The sound of the elevator ding caught my attention, but before I had the chance to realise, the doors flew open and a man walked out, nearly knocking me off my feet. I groaned as his elbow caught my chest.

"Jeez, why don't you..." I shot him a look, preparing to tell him to watch where the hell he was going... but I stopped in my tracks.

I knew this guy. I'd seen him time and time again at the arena during the last few weeks. I felt my cheeks grow warm as I realised the only reason I recognised him was because he was constantly at CM Punk's side. He and I hadn't spoken since the night at the club two weeks previously, but that didn't mean that I hadn't noticed him. Or that I hadn't spotted him staring my way more than once with that satisfied little smirk of his.

"Why don't I what?" He asked, raising an eyebrow my way. A look of realisation seemed to pass over his face, his eyes widening, and I gulped. Being Shawn's daughter, it was guaranteed that everyone he worked with was going to know who I was. "Oh, it's you."

My eyes narrowed at his words. I might have recognised this guy, but other than that, I had no idea who he was. I didn't know him personally – hell, I didn't even know his name. He could have been the nicest person in the world, or the complete opposite, but I wasn't going to judge him based on what other people said. I'd already learnt that people around here weren't what they were made out to be. So, why was he already belittling me based on who my father was?

"And who exactly is it that I'm supposed to be?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. If he thought I was going to stand there and take this from him, he had another thing coming.

"Don't play dumb with me, sweetie," He shook his head, letting go of the suitcase beside him that I'd only just noticed. He readjusted the strap of his shoulder bag, sending me a snide little grin. What was it with these wrestlers and their smirks? "You're too much like your pop to get away with it."

"And you'd know this because...?"

"Look at yourself, kid," He looked at me as if I were stupid, pointing his free hand up and down at me, "You're his blood down to a T. You have that self-righteous look all over you."

I was beginning to wonder if my dad had been right about the guys in the other group, with one exception, of course. How could this guy even talk to someone who he didn't know like that? I wanted to scream the place down, I was so angry. I was nothing like Shawn. Nothing. I wouldn't have left my mom like he did. I wouldn't have left my child like he did.

The same ding from a few moments earlier echoed through the corridor, and the pair of us turned to see the elevator doors reopening. Another man appeared, dragging his large suitcase behind him. He stopped in his tracks when he reached the hallway, his eyes growing wide as he spotted us. I wasn't sure whether to be happy or nervous about seeing him... but either way this situation grew more awkward by the second.

"Please don't tell me you're bugging girls again, Mike," Punk was the first of us to speak. He leant on the handle of his case, trying not to look amused by what was going on. I shot him a sideways glare. Only he could find this entertaining.

"Come on man, I was just having some fun," The man I know knew as Mike shrugged, before turning back towards me and nodding my way, "Besides, you do realise who this is, right?"

"I do..." Punk ran a hand over his short hair, looking between us with wide, innocent eyes, "And you do realise that her dad will kick your ass if he finds out about this, right?"

Mike looked between us in annoyance, but he didn't get the chance to give a smart ass reply. Punk walked over to him, patting his shoulder and spinning him around to face the opposite direction.

"Just get out of here, man. I'll sort this out."

After mumbling something that sounded insulting towards both myself and Punk, Mike grabbed a hold of his case and marched off down the corridor. The two of us stood staring after him in silence, waiting until he'd turned the corner before either of us moved.

"Well, that was... interesting," He spoke up, finally turning around to face me. His smirk was back as he shook his head, "Why does it not surprise me that you're in some kind of trouble again?"

"Trouble? Please, I could easily have kicked his ass..."

I couldn't help myself. Punk's mood was infectious. I had been seeing red thanks to Mike only minutes previously... but now? Now all was pretty much forgotten, stood before this man.

"I'm sure you could have," He chuckled, pulling his phone from his pocket and quickly checking the screen. I watched on in silence, taking in his jeans, white t-shirt and black hoodie. With the sleeves pulled up, I could easily admire the sight of his tattooed forearms. "So, what are you doing out here by yourself at this time? Shouldn't you be hauled up with daddio by now?" He raised an eyebrow, and I smiled his way. He knew better than most that I didn't always do what my dad wanted.

"I couldn't sleep," I shrugged my shoulders, my eyes dropping to the camera in my hand. I thought about the reason why I didn't want to go to bed, and I shuddered. That was one conversation I wasn't going to be having with this guy. "I thought I'd explore a little, take some photos."

"Oh, yeah? You're into that kinda stuff?" He waved a hand towards my camera, and I nodded, tilting my head to the side with a small smile.

"Yeah, I am. It's the only thing I've ever wanted to do. I just hope I can make something out of it, you know?" I wasn't quite sure why I was telling him all of this. Was he really that interested in my life?

"I'm pretty sure I'm not the greatest person to ask for advice," He paused, raising an eyebrow my way, "But if it's what you wanna do then I say go for it. If you're anything like Shawn, then you'll do it with ease."

My smile slipped from my lips, a small sigh escaping me. Punk sent me a questioning look, and I realised my quick change in mood hadn't gone unnoticed. But there it was, again. In less than five minutes I'd been compared to my dad twice. Why did it always have to go back to how much I was like Shawn?

"Thanks," I forced myself to smile his way, suddenly feeling awkward. I began to slowly slip around him, grasping my camera in both hands against my chest. I'd taken up enough of his time already. "Anyway, I'll let you go. You must be tired."

"Tired? I have no idea what you mean by that. You can sleep when you're dead, toots," He flashed me a grin, and I couldn't help but smile in return, shaking my head his way. It was nice to see that I didn't seem to be the only one who couldn't get a decent night's kip around here, "What do you say to two insomniacs keeping each other company for a while? Give me five minutes to drop these in my room, and I'll join you downstairs," He kicked his case gently, before looking back my way with an innocent smile. "Besides, you still owe me that drink."

I looked on with a frown, wanting to know why he was so keen to spend time with me. Punk should have been like Mike. He should have shunned me; he shouldn't have wanted to have drinks with me. He shouldn't have been interested about what career path I wanted to choose. He should have hated me, as much as his group hated my dad's.

But with an inward shrug, I realised that I just didn't care. This guy wasn't like anyone I'd ever met before... and that made me irrationally intrigued by him. Maybe that was why I was so quick to agree.

"I'd like that," I spoke up, nodding my head with a smile.

It didn't take long for us to part ways, with the promise of meeting in the lobby in only a few moments time. I shook my head, not being able to stop the goofy grin from appearing as I climbed in the elevator. I knew my dad, and hell, every one of his friends here, would probably kill me if they knew what I was up to... but there was just something about CM Punk that made me more than happy to take that chance.