Author's Note: Yes I am back! This story is loosely based off the song Hotel California by The Eagles. It is dedicated to two people, x0Allisonqt0x and elliexhardy. Allie helped me come up with a lot of the sadder points. She's a smart girl, with a wicked side to her! :) And to Ellie because I know how much she loves Punk (her reaction to this story was priceless) and it seems like she's been a little down lately, and I just had to. :) Also thanks to Torilei who has helped tremendously, because seriously if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be writing.

This story will only be maybe 6 chapters long or so, and it does include CM Punk aka Phil Brooks. You just don't really see much of him in this chapter.

Disclaimer: Ok this is not for the feint of heart. It includes drugs, some sexual references, and swearing. If you don't like it, please don't read it. I do not own Phil Brooks, he owns himself.

And on with the show. Read and Review please

"How much ya want?"

"How much will $20 get me?" the nervous girl asked. Her fingers crossed her upper arm, half in itch half in a loving caress.

" You'll always be a junkie," Phil's words echoed in her mind.

She couldn't believe he went there. She had been clean for so long because of him. They had never fought before, he had always held her through it all. He knew how hard it was for her. She'd teach him a lesson.

The shady man dangled the bag of the white powder in front of her face. She slapped the $20 on the man's chest and snatched the bag away. She needed the fix, and she needed it fast.

The petite red head, Emma, had been clean for over a year now, and she was finally crumbling.

She could vividly remembered the last time she shot up. Well as much as her meth filled mind would allow.

Emma jumped awake, looking at her surroundings. She couldn't remember coming over to Johnny's. She felt a little cool, and realized she was naked. Emma grasped her forehead, her head throbbing from the crash. She felt something stir next to her. Expecting it to be Spike, Johnny's spoiled little pitbull, who absolutely adored her. She looked down to pet the young pup, when she saw Johnny's naked form laying next to her. She jumped out of bed.

She scrambled to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She groaned frantically trying to recall any memories from the night before.

Images of needles and Johnny's face hovering over her, was all she could see.

Emma stared at herself in the mirror. She felt dirty. Did she really need the fix that badly?

Tears stained her face as she got dressed. She stole a couple bucks out of Johnny's pants, figuring that is the least he owed her. She needed a cigarette or a bite to eat.

She silently slipped down the hallway and out the building. She was blinded by the bright early morning. She stopped for a second, trying to gain her bearings. Coming down the road she could see someone in a black hoodie walking. His straight long black hair pooling around each side of his face, his head bowed toward the ground. As he got closer, she could see his lip was pierced.

"Hey man, got a cig I can bum off ya?" Emma called out to him. He stopped, looked her in the eyes and just shook his head. The man kept walking, not looking back. Or so she thought.

She started walking away, needing food. Her legs got shaky and her knees buckled underneath of her. Her last thought was this is it.

She could hear a strange voice asking her if she was ok. Her eyes slowly opened, and in front of her was the dark haired man from earlier.

"Are you ok?"

"Ugh, yeah I think so. I don't even remember the last time I ate…" Emma said, embarrassed that she had let him see her like this.

"Yeah well the marks on your arm are helping much either," he said dryly.

Pissed, the anger flared in Emma's green eyes, "yeah well what is it of your business?'

"Hey now, I am only trying to help. My name is Phil by the way."

"Emma."

"Let me get you something to eat, it would be my pleasure."

Hearing the word pleasure made her sick to her stomach, and apparently it showed clearly on her face.

"You ok?"

"Never better," Emma said sarcastically.

"Come on, let me help ya up. There ya go. Food?"

He helped her up and wrapped his hoodie around her. His t-shirt revealing the numerous tattoos up and down his arms. Emma instantly felt comfortable with him.

Emma took him up on his offer and never looked back.

Dinner progressed into true help. She told him her full story, for once unafraid of opening up. He held her hand as she stumbled and cried her way through it.

The one thing she could never forget was the angry look in his eyes when she recalled her childhood. A daddy with boundary issues, and a mother who wouldn't see anything she didn't want to believe.

He listened to everything.

When she was finally finished, Emma looked into his eyes.

"How do you do it everyday?" he asked. His voice strained with emotions, Emma was surprised with how much he seemed to care.

She shook her head, really not knowing how to answer.

"Look, I have to get out of here, but let me help you," Phil offered.

"How are you going to help me? I am beyond all help."

Phil shook his head, "There is no such thing. Where are you staying at?"

"Uh well… I'm…." Emma had no answer. She had been living on the streets for quite a while.

"You're coming with me," Phil said with no nonsense tone in his voice.

She went with him, never looking back.

He got her into rehab, sponsoring her. Even on the road with the WWE, he would call her everyday, 2-3 times a day. Sure it was smothering, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized, he was truly her savior.