My Fallen Angel

(A/N: Hey guys, Nika here :3 I just wanted to say, I know that there's already a story from a different account called 'My Fallen Angel'. It was written by me, but sent to my friend Mikki's account. It's been a while since I had a chance to continue it, so here it is; however, I've added some things to it. Enjoy :)

Chapter 1

Opposites Attract

He lived a damn near perfect life. He was a rich, famous, handsome, seductive, arrogant, cocky and ungrateful son-of-a-bitch. He cared about no one but himself and the ones closest to him. It's just the way he is… and does he care? No… not really!

Randy Orton's steel blue eyes fluttered opened as the sun slithered into the room and onto his face. He tried to get up but felt a little extra weight on him. He bent his head a little to see a platinum blonde one resting on his chest. The memories of the previous night floated back to him. However he still couldn't recall Blondie's name.

He roughly shoved her off him, waking her up in the process and got up off the bed. He didn't bother to conceal his naked self and walked over to where his boxers were.

"Morning babe" The petite woman walked over covering herself with the sheets and pecked him on the cheek

He just stared at her… his eyes moving up and down her body; the only thing that was running through his mind was "Who the hell are you?"

"Who the hell are you?" He voiced his thoughts .The girl look a little hurt. "I'm Jennifer… your girlfriend" She blinked at him expecting him to know what she was talking about.

"Yea ... right Jennifer… and exactly how long have we been going out?"

"What are you talking about Hun? We've just started last night don't you remember?"

"Whatever…Just be out my house by the time I'm out the shower" he turned on his heel, left the room into the bathroom

Jennifer's mouth fell open in utter disbelief. She scrunched her face up hustled to get her clothes on. She walked out of the bedroom and slammed the door… by the time she was half-way down stairs, she turned to go back into the bedroom. And randy was standing in the middle getting ready for work. "I need a ride"

"Go catch a damn cab and get out" he didn't even look at her

"It's the suburbs… it's hard to get a cab here" She whined at him

"Walk then …" He suggested

"Ughhh why can't you give me a ride?" She asked him placing her hands on her

"Because I don't want you in my car" He said not caring if she was insulted or not

"I was in your car last night" she folded her arms

"I was horny…" He stated with a smirk

Her arms dropped to her side. "Fine you son of a bitch I'll walk" she was about to turn the door handle when he spoke up .before he could say his first few words, she spun round with a smile thinking he was going to come to his senses and not only give her a ride home but fall madly in love with her

"Don't get your panties in a bunch… Just stick your thumb out and shake your ass. I'm sure someone would pick you up …Now… Get the hell out" He pointed toward the door

"UGHHHH" She stomped out of the house Randy kept the smirk on his face while finishing up so he can leave for work.

Meanwhile…

Mickie James shivered in her bed with her eyes wide open… not because she was cold or anything… but because her husband of 18 months was right beside her.

His huge hand was on her waist. She honestly wanted nothing to do with him. He was such a great boyfriend and fiancé .He treated her like his queen the whole time they were dating and when he asked her to marry him she was ecstatic. She couldn't wait to be with him now legally. Finally they got married and from the church, they went to a private island where they spent their honeymoon. It all went downhill from there… He started picking fights with her more than usual… the sex was more painful than pleasurable for her. He'd order her to do things and if she disobeyed she'd have to face the force of his hand as a consequence. She hated him… she hated herself. She just wanted out of the relationship… but like almost all abuse victims …. She couldn't get out… not because she loved him, but because she was scared to death. Compared to him she was so small… so fragile… so… inferior. She hated the feeling… every now and then she resorted to suicide… but she couldn't bring herself to do it… every time she cooks she always stares at the knife and tears just start to fall… she was broken, week, pathetic, just like what he calls her almost every night and she HATED the feeling. She just knew that if she got out, she'd be better off. She sometimes felt like, there's something else, some…one else. Yea, probably someone else that could make her feel beautiful.

She stiffened when she felt him get up off the bed… He walked towards the bathroom and she burned holes into his tattooed back … She HATES him. If she could she would beat his ass within an inch of his life… but she can't… she's tried before all she got in return was multiple bruises and a miscarriage. Yeah. She was pregnant the time. She was so happy; she honestly thought that things may change for the better, if he knew that she would give birth to his seed. Oh boy was she wrong! She could remember it like it was yesterday.

Friday 14th Jan. 2011

10:48 PM

She sat on the couch waiting for Dave to come home. Dinner was ready; she made his favorites, mashed potatoes, steak and lasagna (?). She wore a nice dress and her makeup was well done. Now, all he had to do was come home and hear the great news.

10:50 PM

The door opened and he stepped in. He took one look at her and smirked. "What are you all dressed up for?" He grinned.

She smiled in return. "I have something important to tell you."

He put his briefcase down next to him as he took a seat and started eating.

"Um. Dave" She said hesitantly.

"Hm," he responded uninterested in what she had to say.

"I'm Pregnant."

"…" He stayed silent….

"Davey…" She stepped a bit closer. "Did you hear me?"

"… I heard you." He said calmly. He wiped his mouth, stood up and calmly strolled towards her.

She smiled. "Isn't it great? We're going to start a family. Exciting isn't-"

He cut her off with a hard smack to the face. She fell to the floor with a thud.

"No, Dave, what-" He cut her off again by kicking her feet away from him.

"You're Pregnant? For whom?" His jaw tightened as he sunk to her level.

"What do you mean for whom? I'm pregnant for you! Dave, you're my husband I would think you'd be happy!" She screamed at him

He just slapped her again. "Don't EVER raise your voice at me again woman! I know damn well that child is not man because I always used a condom when I was fucking you!"

"No, Dave, Can't you remember new years night? We made love then, it was spontaneous-"

He stood up and kicked her in the stomach repeatedly. By the time he was done, there was blood spilling out of her mouth. She laid there on the floor, holding her throbbing stomach. Struggling to get away from him.

"You'd better hope to God, I don't find the man that impregnated you, cuz I'll Kill him, then I'll kill you!" With that, he stomped upstairs and left her there. She knew better than picking up the phone, if she did, she'd surely be dead.

Current Day

She was surprised she even found the will to move on.

She felt him crawl back onto the bed watching over her. She tried her best to pretend to be asleep… "Wake the hell up" He hissed into her ear

Having no other option, she did as told. Her voice was shaky "Moring baby" She tried her best to smile

"I'm having a couple of friends over tonight… so when I get home I expect the house to be spotless and food on the table"

"Dave… I have to work" she whispered

He spun around and looked her in the eye frightening the hell out of her in the process "That's not really a concern of mine... now is it?" He stared her in the eye

"N-n-no… I'll get right on it" She got off the bed and went into the kitchen.

She opened the fridge only to see… it was damn near empty "Ah damn it. I'm going to have to go to store. I really don't want to be here another second with him.. so I'll just leave now" She went into the guest room and took a bath since Dick-head Dave was in the bathroom in their room

Thank God when she got out, He was still in the shower... she got dressed, called in sick for work, grabbed her car keys and left.

Half way down the road Randy got a phone call. Picking up the phone, he looked at the screen and rolled his eyes.

He touched the green button, put the phone on the next seat and spoke into his Bluetooth earphone.

"Randy here, what do you want?"

Mr. Orton, the executive meeting will begin in a few minutes. You should have been here already."

"Don't Panic Stacey; I'll be there in at least a half hour. Just tell them, I'm um, stuck in traffic or something."

"Mr. Orton this is an extremely important meeting, you must be here"

"I'll be there ok... Just wai-"

That was all Randy's secretary heard before the sound of tires screeching and a loud crash filled his ear… Her eyes widened

"Mr. Orton —you ok? Hello - you there Randy? Hello?" The line went dead.

Mickie was driving to the store, she kept thinking about what would have happened if she had rejected Dave's marriage proposal. Would she be better off right now? No doubt. Dave Bautista was a rich man, but to Mickie, money isn't everything. She saw her phone light up as it started to vibrate.

'One New Message'

She reached across to pick it up, that's when it happened.

Five minutes later, Mickie had a small cut in her head from the harsh impact of the crash. She was still conscious though…but her head was throbbing. Carefully she got out the car and looked at the damage.

"Damn… He's going to kill me for this" She said out loud… She'd have to prepare for one of the worst beatings of her life.

His car… was totaled…wrecked! She averted her eyes from the wreckage to the other driver. Her eyes widened in shock. Most of his face was covered in blood… His eyes were closed... he looked to be unconscious. Her heart basically dropped. She didn't like seeing people like that… she'd always get so damn emotional.

She went back to her now wrecked car and searched for a phone. After a couple minutes of searching, she found it and called for an ambulance.

Hours Later

She sat at the hospital waiting for the doctor to come out. She didn't even know the guy, but she wanted to make sure he was okay. She felt responsible for this whole mess. If she wasn't such a fuck up this man probably wouldn't have even been in the hospital anyway!

About a half hour later, the doctor came out. She stood up right away. The cut on her forehead was patched up now. She'd have trouble explaining that to her co-workers.

"Mrs. James." She cut him off.

"Miss... I'm not married." She wished.

"Miss James. I'm Doctor O'Neal." He said as he looked down to his clipboard "Mr. Orton hasn't suffered any huge damage, and um, if you would like to, you can see him now, he's in ward 6. He can leave when he wants to since he's now awake and able, he just needs to sign these forms, you as well and that's it. When you're done, just take it to the reception area and that's that." He hands her two sets of the same forms and walks away.

Mickie walked straight toward ward 6 and opened the door slowly. There he was. Damn he was tall. She stood in the doorway as his back was turned to her, adjusting his shirt.

"Um, Randy Orton." She spoke softly, he spun around. "Yes?"

"I'm Mickie James, the one that bought you here." She gave a small smile, which was returned with a smirk.

"The Doctor mentioned you. Oh my God, thank you so much!" He walked up to her "I'm eternally grateful." He kissed her hand.

She blushed madly. "Well, I couldn't just leave you there. I can't just stand there and let someone die. I don't have it in me."

"Well, Thank God!" He chuckled.

She remembered the forms in her hands. "Oh, you need to fill these out before you can leave." She handed him a set along with a pen.

He took them still looking at her. "Are you busy today?"

"Well, not till around six. Why" She asked innocently.

"I'd like to make up for putting you through this B.S." He offered.

"Oh no, you don't have to." She started.

"Oh no,I insist. C'mon, what's the worst that could happen?" She flashed a dashing smile.

"You don't wanna know" she thought to her self.

Later that night

Her insurance company gave her a rental car to go home with.

She pulled up to her house and her wide smile fell when she saw that Dave was already home. "Oh shit"

She stayed in the car a few more minutes… contemplating weather to go into the house and face him, or… just speed off never to return again…

No… no matter what she does… or where she goes… he'd find her… he's said it to her all the times she told him she'd leave him… He kept her chained...Locked… the only time she actually left the house was to go to work… and sometimes out with Melina and Gail… her two best friends…

She wanted to tell them all the shit she's been through for the last year and a half with her bitch of a husband Dave. But she couldn't… She couldn't bring herself to even think about what Dave would do to her… to them… They had their lives… and their problems already, they don't need to be stressed out with hers.

Melina has a beautiful baby girl named Angelina with her husband John… she doubted John's abusing her… he's probably out buying her gifts and taking care of the baby. She wished... she could get rid of Dave so she could get her life back together and live it the way she wants to…. Normally!

But no matter what Dave already made it clear: Nobody was to find out… NOBODY!

Sighing, she switched off the engine and went inside expecting the worst. There he was, on the couch looking as pissed as ever… waiting for her.

She put her car keys down and took off her coat. She threw it on the couch and faced him.

"Where the hell were you?" He asked dangerously calm.

"I had to go to the hospital."

"You couldn't have called me first?" He started raising his voice."

"I-… I'm sorry; it must have slipped my mind."

He punched her. "You're lying to me! I saw you! I saw you with him! Whoever the fuck he is! She backed away from him and tried to pull herself up!

"I didn't know you were whoring yourself around town now, Mickie! Was he the guy that got you pregnant a couple months ago?" He kicked her in the stomach

"I just met him this morning!" She tried to explain herself. But he slapped her once more!

"You're a fucking liar you know that?

She gulped " I-I-I swear to God Dave, I met him this morning, we both got into a car accident!"

He cut her off "Car accident? What fucking car accident Mickie! "He screamed at her grabbing her by the hair.

"Dave, I'm sorry." Her voice was cracking up

He turned his head to the unfamiliar car keys on the table.

"Where the FUCK is my car?"

"It-it's in the shop" she said

His voice was dangerously low "The shop? You crashed my car Mickie?"

"It was an accident I swear… He crashed into me"

"That still doesn't explain why I saw you in fucking starbucks with him you bitch" He picked her up and slammed her headfirst onto the table. The small cut she had on her forehead opened wider.

The tears slightly blinded her sight. He picked her up by her hair…. "How stupid of a driver are you to crash my damn car huh?" he screamed at her and threw her into the wall.

He approached but stopped… The phone rang. He looked at her… then to the phone… then back to her…. And finally back to the phone again.

"You better be quiet!" he walked over to the phone."Hello"

"Hey Dave it's Melina."

"And Gail" Gail shouted cheerfully in the background.

He tried to put on a nice voice "Oh … hey Melina… hi Gail... what's up?"

"We heard Mickie was sick today… is she ok?"

"Yea she's fine… she may not be in for work tomorrow either"

Mickie's eyes widened at his statement.

"Why?" Melina inquired

He turned his back to Mickie …trying to come up with an excuse

"Because… she's sick"

"But you just said she was fine"

"uhhh"

Gail took the phone "Dave… what's going on?"

"Nothing… Mickie's… well-"

"Dave… we're coming over"

"No-no you don't need to do that"

Melina took the phone. "We're coming over Dave…"

"NO GOD DAMMIT.. GIVE MICKIE SOME SPACE FOR ONCE IN HER FUCKING LIFE! YOU GUYS ALREADY SPEND SO MUCH TIME WITH HER AS OF YOUR FUCKING GLUED TO EACHOTHER! GIVE HER SOME DAMN TIME OFF…. Gosh" he hung up the phone.

Mickie took one of the thick legs off of the now broken table and hit Dave over the head with it. She kept beating him repeatedly.

For every word that came out her mouth a table leg roughly descended onto his back

"You…Son…of…a…bitch….I…am…sick…and….tired…of…your…shit…I…hate…you…I...hate…you…you…motherfucker…I…HATE YOU!"

"I want a FUCKING DIVORCE!" she screamed into his ear. She grabbed the car keys and his wallet, kicked him again and left.

When she got into the car, she dialed Melina and sped off.

After about 4 rings, Melina answers. "MICKIEEE!"

"Hey Mel"

"Mickie… oh I got so worried… are you ok?"

"Yea I'm fine… as a matter of fact, I've never felt better."

"That's good to hear… Gail and I were going to come over but then Dave started screaming at us to leave you alone and give you some space, Mickz...what's going on?"

"Nothing… he's just pissed about me giving you all my attention that's all… so I'm—I mean…. We are going to take a little vacation… you know... just the two of us." She lied.

Melina's concern made her smile… she was glad to know that there was at least one person that cared about her.

"Well that's nice Hun. You guys should take all the time you want… maybe you can finally get me a godchild."

Mickie's heart sank at the last bit of Melina's statement. She didn't know about her and Dave's unborn child. Tears started filling up her eyes.

"Uhh… yea….. Melina.."

"Yes?"

"You and Gail know I love you guys right?"

"Of course we do Mickie… and we love you too"

"Good…I just needed to hear that. I'll see you whenever."

"Ok… we'll miss you babe ."

"I'll miss you too" Mickie smiled a bit

"And tell Dave I said to go fuck a cow!"

"Ha-ha… I will… love you Melina"

"Love you too" She hung up the phone.

Meanwhile….

Randy sat on his office chair, usually at this time, he'd be enjoying himself as his secretary, Stacey 'worked' on him. She always did this whenever they were both working late even though she had a really good husband and wonderful children at home. But Randy didn't care. At the end of the day, he had nothing to lose, she was the one that was putting herself at risk.

Even though, he was being pleasured orally, he couldn't help but think about a new friend he met this morning. 'Mickie James'. Oh my God was she beautiful, even though a little less make up could make her look even better!

He wanted to get to know her so bad, those few hours he spent with her earlier, flew by so fast. He had so much fun with her and she was so positive. But she was a bit strange; she always flinched when ever he'd make a sudden move. He didn't think much about it. It was probably her reflexes or something. It's weird; he silently wished he could crash another one of his cars just so he could see her again.

He looked down at the busty blue eyed blonde bobbing her head up and down his shaft. After thinking about Mickie, he didn't even feel the hint of pleasure coming from this woman. He knew he liked her, Mickie that is. But strange enough, he didn't know why. He didn't know what it was. He's just so much attracted to her, in such a different way, he wanted to see her again. He needed to see her again.

And what Randy Orton wants, Randy Orton will always get!

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