a/n this is going to be the last chapter in this story… but there will be a sequel because I can't end it like this. This is short because well… the next story will be placed a year on… thanks for the reviews… we made it to 50!! Woo hoo!

Lover, not a fighter…

I sighed. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately. I'm over everything that's going on in my life lately.

"Come on, he's on the couch," Chris said pushing me forward. I walked into the house he shared with Alex and looked at him. He wasn't looking at me, but somehow people always know when someone is looking at them. I was hoping my staring would force him to look at me… no such luck. I walked up the stairs heavily. Trying to draw attention to myself. But Alex Shelley was one stubborn person. I walked into that room I never wanted to see again. I grabbed my suitcase out of the closet and starting throwing in my clothes. I threw in every last thing of mine. turned out it was a lot because I was carrying stuff down in my arms. I put everything in my car and walked back into the house,

"Chris, here's the key back,"

"Moll, you keep it. Think of it as a safe house," he said giving a small smile,

"Nah Chris. I don't think he'd want me back anyway," I said loud enough for Alex to here.

"What do you want from me?!" he bellowed,

"I don't know, maybe to fight!"

"Fight for what?!"

"For me! I thought maybe you'd at least try and make me stay!"

"Would it have made a difference?!" he asked moving closer,

"Well, yeah actually It would have!" I moved backwards,

"Well, then don-"

"Its too late now Shelley. Its too damn late now," I scoffed i shoved the key into Chris's hand,

"I'm serious, keep it,"

"I don't need it where I'm going," was all said before i left the house in a rush..

I'm damn serious.

"Mollie darling, just give me the reason,"

"Dad, I'm over it. I'm just fucking over it!"

"Over what?" Jeff asked trying to remain calm,

"Just everything," I plonked down into a seat in his office.

"Okay, I'll give you what you want, only because I can reverse it."

And there it is…

Playing throughout the Impact Zone was the music of the Beautiful people. I was in tears in the middle of the ring. That was it, that was how I was leaving wrestling. Losing to Velvet fucking Sky! I didn't move as I watched them prance up the ramp. People came out and tried to get me to move, but I had to speak to the fans. I grabbed a microphone and put it to my mouth but then I pulled it back trying to think of what to say. When the words came to mind I brought the microphone back to my mouth,

"Sorry Guys…" I said trying to hide the shakiness in my voice, "But as they say, all good things must come to an end."

Not exactly what I need.

"Just tell us where you're going, and what you're going to do," AJ asked for more information,

"Look, guys, I'm going home to Nashville… and maybe get a fresh start at life. Wrestling's done nothing but cause me trouble… so I'm going home and I'm maybe journalism again? I'm not really sure yet…"

"Okay, that's all I wanted to know," he patted my back, "When's your flight?"

"I'm flying out with Britt tomorrow." this all took place in the locker room after my heartbreaking exit of TNA. "Speaking of Britt… where is she?"

"She's in the Knockouts locker room,"

"Why the hell is she there?"

The truth comes out… w/ Danielle

"What do you want Foley?" Angelina asked not sounding very pleased,

"All you ladies want to know why I left?" Brittany asked with her hands on her hips,

"Uh, yeah that would be nice,"

"I'm pregnant," she told them smiling. She left before we could say anything more.

"Well, I guess we don't need you anymore Danielle. You can leave now,"

"I'm the make up artist!"

"So? Our make up is fine! We can do it ourselves," Velvet added. I got up and contemplated slapping the taste out of their mouths, however, I decided against it because they are trained wrestlers and well, I'm a trained make up artist. I was officially out of friends… well there's Petey, but I no longer need him…

Plane's will fly…

Britt changed her mind… she wants to stay here with Eric and then fly back to Rhode Island before she enters her third trimester. So, I'm at the airport by myself. No one came with me, because that would make it way harder than it already is.

"Calling flight 3098 to Nashville Gate 4," the voice over announced through the airport,

"Here I go…"

a/n look out for the sequel!!