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Reader's POV
Yet another Monday night Raw and I was lucky enough to be watching from the comfort of my boyfriend Drew's dressing room.
We usually were separated, I was at home with our cat Chaz while he was however far away for work. Tonight's episode, however, was only an hour's drive away from our home so I was able to go to the show and hang out and watch his match.
His match wasn't until later on in the night but he was busy doing press stuff for the first hour or so, so I didn't mind watching alone on the TV until he could get back.
Two matches into the show, however, my stomach loudly grumbled, letting me know I was starving. And I was craving chocolate chip muffins.
Which they just so happened to have in catering.
I knew that Drew had requested I stay in the room, for my own safety, but I was hungry and had no idea when he would actually be back.
So, I sent him a quick text letting him know where I was going before I grabbed one of his hoodies that was always way too big for me, pulled it on, and exited the room.
I walked down the cold hallway, admiring all the cool artwork on the walls, taking a turn or two before stopping to look around when I realized I'd walked into a dead end.
"The fuck?" I mumbled to myself as I turned back around.
Drew had walked me past catering earlier when we were going to his dressing room and I could've sworn it was down this hallway.
Nevertheless, I made my way back down that hallway and turned to go the opposite way of which I had originally gone.
Only to take another couple of turns that I thought were right, only for me to end up at another dead end. A different dead end that I didn't recognize.
Now, I was officially lost in this maze of back hallways where everything looked the exact same. I had walked so far in that there wasn't even any artwork anymore, just plain gray walls.
Not to mention, there was not a single other soul around me to point me in the right direction because they were all off doing their jobs.
Patting my pockets to grab my phone and at the very least, see if I could find a map of the backstage online since Drew wouldn't be able to answer, I found them all to be empty.
I let out a small grunt of frustration at the realization that I had accidentally left my phone in the dressing room.
Without my phone and entirely by myself, I decided to just keep walking until I either came across another person, got back to Drew's dressing room, or found catering where I would stay put until Drew came and got me.
I started walking, keeping aware of my surroundings as not only was it terrifying back here, but also just in case I saw someone.
What felt like an hour later but was probably only a few minutes, I looked down the hallway to my left at a fork in the hallway and saw the back of someone walking in the opposite direction while they looked at their phone.
"Hey!" I called out, beginning to jog over to them. I stopped dead in my tracks though when they turned around, revealing their identity.
My jaw involuntarily clenched at the realization of who I was now talking to.
A sly grin grew on his face as he took a step forward, holding out his hand as if to shake. "Hey, Y/N, right? I'm CM Punk."
I nodded sharply, "I know." I eyed him warily as he took another small step forward, matching my step back as I refused his handshake.
I looked around to see if there was anyone else around that I could ask for help, the sworn enemy of my boyfriend being the last person on Earth I wanted to ask for help.
We were completely alone.
"Um, I kind of got a bit lost back here, do you know where catering is?" I asked him, a hard edge to my voice as I avoided eye contact.
"Sure thing!" He grinned, "Follow me."
Reluctantly, and with no other options, I did.
I made sure to walk behind him, throwing him a tight-lipped smile whenever he looked over his shoulder to make sure I was still following.
Thankfully, we walked in silence the whole way there but it was a thick, tense silence.
I could hear silverware clanking together and the soft murmur of chatter as we came up to the entrance to where catering had set up.
Punk stopped and turned towards me, purposefully blocking me from entering and making me choke on my sigh of relief upon arriving.
With us both standing next to the wall, he lifted his good arm and rested it on the wall above my head, effectively caging me against the wall when his other hand rested on the wall by my hip.
I frantically looked around for someone, anyone else at this point to come and save me, to no avail.
He leaned in close as I held my breath but before he could say whatever he was about to say, I heard a deep, accented, voice yell out from across the room.
"Hey, you bastard!"
I released the breath I'd been holding but my eyes widened when Drew stormed up and yanked Punk away from me by the scruff of his neck, and threw him to the floor a few feet away.
Just before he turned to continue going after Punk, I saw the pure fury on Drew's face. It was cartoonish almost, with his face all red and puffy with anger I half expected steam to start coming out of his ears.
Darting forward, I grabbed his arm just before he started moving, pulling him back towards me.
He realized it was me before he could shrug me off and let me pull him away even though he was much stronger than me.
Gently, he gripped my arm and started to walk us away when Punk started laughing at him from where he lay on the floor, calling him a coward.
He stopped mid-stride and looked at me. "Save it for the ring," I whispered, not wanting him to get into any trouble. He turned, spit at Punk's feet, and then continued walking the two of us back to his dressing room.
It was silent the whole way there, his unadulterated anger prominent between us as I began to feel guilty for leaving the room after he'd asked me not to.
As soon as he shut the dressing room door behind us I turned to him to explain why I had left and was with Punk of all people but he lifted a finger, silently telling me to be quiet.
Not wanting to anger him anymore, I stayed silent.
He began to pace the room as I stood by the door nervously.
"What were you doing with him? I thought I told you to stay in here. I kept calling you and you weren't answering." He finally questioned, his voice low and his Scottish accent thick in his anger.
"I left to go get food from catering and got lost and I had left my phone in here by accident and he was the first person I saw and I didn't realize it was him til' he turned around and then we got there and he cornered me and I'm so sorry." I rambled, hoping it was at least coherent enough for him to understand what I was saying.
He stopped pacing and just stared at me for a long moment before extending his arms out to me.
I rushed into his arms and he held me tightly to his chest and stroked my hair as I continued to murmur apologies against his chest.
"It's okay," he shushed me, pulling away to cup my face in his hands. "I'll kill him later, but please promise me that if I ask you not to leave this room you don't leave."
I nodded profusely, "I won't, I swear."
He nodded back and smiled, pulling my face in to kiss my forehead.
"Good, now let's go get you a snack."