John sat on his bed, it had to have been at least two in the morning. Randy was passed out next to him, snoring a little. John was resting his back on the head board, fidgeting with the ring on his left hand. The ring that Randy had given him. The one that signified that they would be married. John just stared at it, playing with it in between his fingers. He couldn't get Punks face out of his head. He has never felt so guilty in his life. He let a single tear fall out of his eye, as he tilted his head, staring at that god forsaken ring. His demeanor quickly changed. He started to get more angry, angry tears flowing down his face. He was shaking and so badly wanted to throw that ring as hard as he could and just run out of that hotel room and go searching for the one man he really wants to marry. He knows he was telling himself that he needs to make himself happy, since he has no choice anyways. But right now, holding this ring in his hand and looking over and it is not Punk who is laying down next to him has made him remember life before this stupid deal was made. Before the contract signing. Before he was forced to be with this controlling animal. Life was so great, getting to wrestle which is something he loves to do and then get to go to a hotel room with the man he loves more than anyone in this world.

He remembered how they would stay up late, just talking. Sometimes about stupid stuff, but it was so much fun for him. John was brought out of his little day dream when he felt the bed move. He looked over and Randy had just shifted a little. John quietly got up and tip toed to the bathroom. He turned on the light and looked in the mirror. He looked absolutely terrible. He eyes were puffy, his face was red, and his cheeks were stained from dried up tears. He washed his face and just continued staring at himself in the mirror, shaking his head. He caught eye of the ring in his peripheral vision and wondered how things got so messed up. He knew he needed to find some way to get out of this but he doesn't even know where to start. He left the bathroom and went back to the bed. He laid as far away from Randy as possible and tried to fall asleep. The last thing he needed was Randy waking up and trying to talk to him. He thinks he may snap if that happened.

Punk woke up the next morning, staring at the ceiling while Dean was sound asleep next to him. Dean had an arm draped over Punk's chest. He let his mind wander and it made it's way back to the man that is always on his mind. John Cena. He felt so guilty for what happened the night before, but who could blame him? It has been such a long time since he has done anything with anyone. And it's not he was given a choice anyways. That contract didn't really give him the freedom to makeup his own mind. He grabbed his phone and went to his messages. He was about to send John a message but forgot that John's number was deleted from his phone. And he is sure that Vince is able to track his messages and phone calls. He just went to his twitter account instead and looked up John's account. There was nothing posted there for a while, since before he signed the contract. But he did notice that Randy posted something to John's account. He scrolled down until he could see the whole picture. It was a picture of both Randy and John. But Randy was holding up John's hand, pointing at a ring on his finger. Punk couldn't say he was too surprised but it would be a lie to say it didn't hurt.

He threw his phone down and bit his lip. He knew he needed to come up with something. Something that could free them. But he has no one else he could turn to. No one he knew of that could help them out of this. Daniel wanted to help, but there was no way he could do anything. He needed someone who had something over Vince's head. Someone that could force his to tear up those contracts. He needed to get a hold of Daniel. There is no way he would be able to get help from someone with Dean and Vince watching his every move. But maybe Daniel could find someone or figure something out.

He looked over at Dean and saw he was still asleep. He needs to somehow talk to Daniel. Maybe if they could get a hold of Shawn again. Shawn betrayed them before but Punk is sure it is because Vince or Triple H promised him something in return. Punk would give Shawn anything in this world if he brought him and John back together. He knows he shouldn't trust Shawn again but there isn't another person on this planet who could get to Triple H. And technically there is no way they could suffer anymore, so it has to be worth a shot. Punk was going to try and get away from Dean during Raw this week and find Daniel. Daniel and Shawn is his last hope. If it could even be considered hope, but it is the only thing he has to rely on. For some reason, he believes he could convince Shawn to help them if he could just get the opportunity to talk to him.

A few days later it was finally Raw, John and Randy were in their dressing room and John needed to find some excuse to get away. He so badly just wanted to see Punk. He knew that if anyone was going to come up with something to get out of this, it was Punk. He just wanted to feel his warmth again. He so badly just wanted to touch him, even if it was just for a second. Their hands connecting would send more electricity through his body then Randy could ever dream of doing.

"Hey, Ran?" John nervously looked up at Randy and bit his lip.

"What?" He seemed on edge. John knew that he had a big match tonight, but didn't think it would bother him this much.

"You trust me now right? Since I agreed to marry you without having to." John was trying to use this to get out of there alone, even just or a second.

"I guess, why?" Randy was starting to get suspicious, thinking John is going to try and pull something.

"Can I please go get some food?"

"Alone? I could just go with you." Randy looked at him, again suspicion filling his face.

" Yeah. I just want to go get some. I will be like two minutes. I wouldn't dare try anything, especially with Vince lurking around." John replied, hoping that would convince Randy.

Randy thought about that for a moment, and thought that John would be stupid to try anything with Vince's people walking around everywhere. And he wasn't even close to being ready for his match tonight. "Fine. But if your not back in 5 minutes, I am coming to get you and you are going to regret it." Randy is only letting him go so that he knows if he could trust him or not. If it turns out he can't, then John will from then on be glued to his hip whether he likes it or not.

John quickly stood up and left the room. He only had five minutes and people to dodge, so he had to be smart and fast. He walked down the hall and turned a corner and saw Dean's dressing room. The door was cracked and he quickly looked inside. He saw Punk and his heart skipped a beat. He didn't see Dean in there and tried to make some sort of gesture to get Punk's attention. And when Punk looked over, their eyes locked and they were fixated on each other. And that is when John couldn't contain himself. He started walking closer to the door, even though Punk was shaking his head 'no'. He reached for the handle and opened the door...

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading. I know it has been a REALLY long time and I am very sorry. My mom passed away and fanfiction was the last thing on my mind. If you guys are still interested, then I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you again for reading and please REVIEW!