Okay dear lovely readers thanks for checking out my new story! I know you're probably thinking I shouldn't be starting another story while still writing The Babysitter. I'm proud to tell you that The Babysitter is finished, and I'll be posting the remaining chapters every few days :)
You guys showed me so much love with that story! But my muse won't shut it, and Moxley is in my head, so here's the result, enjoy, and review! I LOVE YOU ALL!
WARNING: Explicit MOX Violence :-)
Chapter 1
Allie Hamilton leaned against the wall outside of her run down high school gym. Cheerleading practice had been over for at least an hour. Her stepfather was supposed to pick her up, but she guessed he forgot, or he just didn't care. Off on another drunken binge.
She cringed, and hoped that wasn't the case. If so, she knew he would be home eventually, and ready for another round of abuse. How many times had she fantisized about running away? About leaving everything behind. And how many times had she thought about killing him...or maybe just hitting him over the head and getting away?
She sighed and scuffed her foot against the pavement. It was Friday night, and she knew her school was hosting a wrestling gig tonight in the gym. She'd glanced at the promotional posters for the CZW show on the lockers of boys all over school.
Wrestling wasn't her thing, but the September evening was turning cold fast, and she decided that waiting inside for her stepfather would be better than waiting out here. She fell in line with the people filing in. Her eyes sweeping the ring, and the mats on the floor.
She sat down on the lowest bleacher, pulling her knees together and smoothing down her cheerleading skirt. It was a little past seven and soon the show started. The matches were brutal, and Allie found herself cringing, and hiding her eyes.
She sat for two hours, and was barely able to watch the current match. There was blood everywhere. Suddenly, the match spilled outside the ring. The larger man punched the slimmer, but taller man, sending him flailing into Allie's lap.
"You like that Mox? Huh, you like that?" The larger man shouted.
Mox used Allie's bare leg for leverage and pulled himself up, his blue eyes glancing up at her only for a moment. And although there was blood dripping down onto his whole face, and coloring his chest, he managed a smile at Allie before going after his opponent.
Allie looked down at her knee. A smear of Mox's blood stained her leg.
Revolted, she got up, and slipped out to the bathroom to wash it off.
By the time she'd finished, the show was over and people were filing out. She went out the scan the parking lot again for her stepfather, not seeing anything she wandered back inside. The wrestlers packing up the ring. Her eyes landed on the guy who got her all bloody earlier. Was it Mox? Is that what the other guy called him?
He was tall, slender, but had muscular arms, and a defined chest. His light brown hair falling in his eyes as he helped the crew pack up. She sighed while watching him. She caught herself staring, and worse, he caught her as well. He turned up his lips in a cocky smirk before going back to his task.
She felt herself blush, and walked back outside. Her face was slapped by the cold night air, and the wind whipped her pony tail back and forth as she leaned against the brick wall once again scanning the parking lot.
Her stepfather had a rule about her riding with boys, or walking home. That was a no-no. She must always wait for him, always. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice calling to her from across the fast emptying parking lot.
"Allie! I've been waiting out here for forever! Now get your ass in the truck!" her stepfather screamed.
She knew he was lying, of course because she just checked the parking lot.
"I'm coming," she said as she knelt down to pick up her backpack.
"Don't make me wait, girl!" he sneered as he got closer.
"I'm not. I'm coming!" she said quietly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mox leaning up against the wall, in the shadows. The glow of a lit cigarette lighting up the darkness. Even though she couldn't see his face, she could feel his intense blue eyes watching her.
Her stepfather grabbed her by the arm. At the contact, Jon Moxley leaned forward off the wall, ready to intervene if necessary. Before he could, the older man dragged the pretty black haired girl off to a nicer, newer model truck. He opened the passenger door, and pushed her inside.
"What a prick." Mox mumbled under his breath before throwing his cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.
"Hey, Mox, we're hitting the road!" Sami called from around the corner.
"Coming." he yelled back.
They were doing a show here every Friday for the next few months. It was cheap enough to get, big enough for a good crowd, and the fans were always rocking and rowdy. But in between weekends, they would travel around, selling their product, signing autographs for indie junkies.
As they traveled down the dark, mostly deserted highway Jon couldn't get the image of that girl out of his head. He felt a little bad for getting his blood on her, but not bad enough to actually care. What had made him feel bad was watching the way that man dragged her off to his truck the previous night.
He knew he was a good for nothing guy, at least in most people's eyes, but he didn't treat women like that. At least as long as they didn't deserve it. He'd definitely come across some hellcats in his time. But this girl, the girl from last night...he couldn't get her out of his messed up head.
Allie stared into the mirror. The bruises on her arms and neck clearly visible. Only adding to her ugliness, she felt. At 5'5 she wasn't going to be the tallest girl in the world. And although she was a cheerleader, she wasn't really the most athletic.
She didn't have a gap between her thighs, and she was sqeezing into a size 10. She had pale gray blue eyes, and black hair that fell just below her shoulders. And the bruises. Always the bruises.
She pulled on an oversized sweater and collapsed onto her bed. She cried herself to sleep and wished, how she wished her hardest for someone to save her.