A/N

I do NOT own, mr. macmahon (shane or vince), Coach, HHH, HBK or Shane's wife and children. Imara is mine, and that's it. This is my first time publishing so PLEASE give me feedback. It is a One-Shot for now HOWEVER, I do have other chapters in the works I just want to get a feel for what people think...enjoy!

No matter how loud her headphones were she could still hear his shattering anger from the other end of the house. Her door was shut but that was no longer an element of protection as he had broken the lock years ago, it was hardly an effort for him to kick through the wall plug anyway. She clasped her ears and pulled her knees to her chest, closing her eyes shut with all her might, doing everything she could to transport to another place. It was a lost cause but she had to do something. All she could really do was hope he passed out from the alcohol before he got to her. Tonight, she wouldn't be so lucky. She felt his angry stomps make their way towards her. She watched the light depart from his shadow underneath the door. He was so upset. Not that she cared, because in reality it didn't matter, but this time he had just been passed over by a superstar for a contract. A fan favorite had decided to step down for a while, their body couldn't take the beating anymore. Ironic. She winced as the door flew open revealing the towering, incensed beast.

"IMARA!" he growled from the doorway. His 6'1" frame loomed over her small 5'6" physique. She peered at him with intense fear through partially closed eyes. She didn't cry anymore, nor did she tremble. This had been going on most of her life and she learned fast that those two signs of alarm did nothing but augment the problem. At 19, you would hope she would have moved on and out of that house but unfortunately he kept her on a short leash and held too much power for her to run anywhere; it was useless. She tensed up as his hand rose above her. In the moments it took for his hand to reach the soft spot on her face she said a quick prayer to whomever might be listening. Instantly her body shot back onto the bed as his hand made contact. She felt the familiar warm liquid begin to ooze out of the corner of her mouth, she could taste the copper. She tried to fight him but it was worthless, as worthless as she felt. He didn't stop with the slap. He quickly mounted her and continued the beating. She couldn't even tell where he was hitting, it was so fast and sharp, and the pain was everywhere. The only thing she knew for sure was that he was being careful to confine most of his punches to areas easily disguised with regular clothing. He was so worried about appearances. Blow after blow she squirmed to try and get away. He yelled obscenities at her spitting a disgusting mixture of alcohol and saliva that landed all over her face and neck. Suddenly, the punches halted. Her father sat up, and turned an ear towards the hallway, and then she heard it too. Someone was at the door. He shoved her one last time, for effect and climbed off of her. As he walked out of her room he slammed the door behind him and marched down the hallway.

She felt a tear escape her eye as the door shut. She quickly wiped it away and went into her bathroom. She inspected the lesion on the side of her face and dabbed at the blood dripping down. A little face makeup would take care of that. She lifted up her shirt, grimacing, and watched as bruises and welts seemed to form before her eyes. She had hardly any "normal colored" skin left. It would be humorous if it wasn't real. She brushed her shirt back down and left the bathroom. She didn't enjoy looking at herself anymore, she didn't recognize that girl in the mirror, they had been distant for some time now. She strained her ears to hear what was going on beyond her door. The voices where a tad muted but she could make it out.

"Vince, man, I'm sorry to just drop by like this, unannounced and all, but I needed to talk to you." She couldn't recognize the voice through the door but she was pretty sure it was someone from work.

"Coach, don't mention it, come on in, sit down, talk to me." Yep, someone from work. She was just retreating to her bed to clean up the blood stained pillow case she fell on when her phone began to ring, well, vibrate, her dad got angry when it actually rang out loud.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Imara, hey it's Shane."

Her brother, finally a friendly voice in the world of fear. "Shane, where the heck have you been? Dad's upset about loosing-"

"I know, and I'm sorry I couldn't be there to rescue you." He knew what had already happened, it wasn't a family secret. He truly felt bad he couldn't be there for his sister but he was setting something else up, something better for her. "I was working on something."

"It's alright, Coach is here. I caught a break." She lied; she didn't catch much of a break.

"Look Ima-"( that's what her brother called her, so affectionately, when he was trying to be the protector brothers are supposed to be) "I am so sorry. I am coming to get you right now. I have an idea. Pack up some things in your backpack, if it can't fit in there don't take it, and don't stuff it either, this has to be believable alright?"

"Shane, the last time you had an idea I ended up in the E.R. I am not looking for a repeat."

"Imara, trust me this time. Pack your bag, and quickly. I will be there in five minutes."

"Okay Shane." She had very little hope this would end well but what choice did she have really, she had to try something else because putting up was going to land her in an early grave.

"Okay. I am on my way." Click. He hung up.

Well, she thought to herself, here we go. On the bright side, if I do end up the hospital at least I will be safe there for a few days, assuming of course this isn't THE time he goes too far.

Imara grabbed her bag and put in a few things. She was sure to grab some make up, to protect her pride, a hair brush, toothbrush, various other toiletries, her favorite shirt, and a pair of jeans. She shoved her MP3 player in a side pocket and her wallet was forced into her own back packet. She wrapped her phone charger up and stuck it next to her MP3 player and squeezed her phone into her other pocket. She set the pack on her bed and returned to her door to listen for Shane, and to see what was happening with her father and "coach". She strained her ears once again next to the door.

"Coach, Jon, look, I hear ya, and I promise I will take care of it. First thing in the morning I will talk to the writers and we will figure something out."

"Thank you Mr. McMahon, again, I am sorry to just drop by."

"Don't worry about it! Now go on back to your hotel, we will get you what you want."

"Thank you sir."
Another happy customer…woo hoo. She rolled her eyes. She heard them walk towards the door, the door open, another exchange of good byes, and then the shutting of the door. She wasn't sure what his next move was going to be so she hurriedly, and silently, tossed her bag under her bed. She got comfortable on her bed with a magazine she found on her nightstand, seeming to act unaffected and busy in case he came in for round two. Instead of reading the words on the page she focused on the sound of his steps throughout the house. She heard him enter the kitchen, probably for something more to drink, and then heard his footsteps fade into his office. Just as she heard is office door close she heard Shane's car pull up. A feeling of relief crept over her. She was careful to not let it get too much of her as she was no where near safe yet and didn't want to get ahead of the situation. Shane still had his house keys even though he had lived with his wife and their two sons for a while now. She heard him let himself in.

"Dad?!" he called out. "Dad, its Shane, where you at?" He began to walk the house, careful to avoid his sister at first; he didn't want to be obvious. He noticed the study door closed and knew. He was the only McMahon child balls-y enough to let himself in. He found his father on his laptop sitting in front of a huge cherry wood desk with a glass of something his liver wouldn't appreciate.

"Shane, I didn't hear you come in. How are you son?" His father stood to shake his hand, some father. They hadn't shared anything more than a handshake since Shane was a tiny boy.

"Oh I am just fine. Listen, I was wondering if I could borrow Imara. I need someone to look after the boys for a few hours." He silently prayed this would work.

"Of course, but why don't you just bring the boys over here?"

"Well I would however they are really into a movie right now and with it being night time, I want them to be able to sleep in their own beds. It will just be for a couple of hours, unless you would rather me just keep her all night and I will bring her to the arena tomorrow?" He was really hoping his dad would buy that last bit, that's where the success of his plan was hindering.

"I don't know Shane, I like to keep Imara close to me, she is the baby you know," he smiled at his only son.
Shane winced inside knowing his concern and emotion was anything but authentic. "I know dad but it will be sort of late and we have the extra room, so why not give her a chance to get out, a change of scenery, and it would really hope me out a LOT." He pleaded.

"Alright Shane, you can take her. JUST FOR THE NIGHT. I want to see her first thing at the arena tomorrow, make sure she knows that." He paused and took a long drink. "I think she's in her room, you can go talk to her, I'm going to bed." He barked and disappeared into the hallway and then into his master suite.

A feeling of relief washed over Shane. He was finally being able to protect his youngest sister. He made his way to the other end of the house and found Imara sitting on her bed, feet on the floor, waiting.

"Well?" she asked inquisitively and expectantly.

He could see the cut on her lip. "Come on, you are staying with me tonight, lets go." He reached down for her bag. As he got hold of one of the straps he touched her face, his voice lowered. "Did Dad do that?"

She brushed him away. "No, I bit my lip chewing gum earlier, I was nervous and chomping around and just being careless." She knew that he knew she was lying but it wasn't easy for her to just admit everything point blank. Just because it was written all over her body did not mean she had the words. The walked silently to the car and the drive to Shane's house was much the same the only break was the soft sound singing from the car stereo system. As they pulled up to Shane's house, er, mansion, and into the driveway, Shane broke the silence.

"Ima, the kids are gone and so is Marissa, and you aren't staying with me tonight either."
It was then she noticed the other car in the driveway. She looked at her brother, and for the first time in a while allowed the tiniest bit of fear show throug her piercing green eyes.

"Don't worry I am coming with you, we just aren't staying here. I called in a favor to some friends, they are gonna help me help you. You are going to stay with them for a while until we can figure something out, get you away from Dad, okay?"

"Shane, I don't want to stay with people I don't know, it is going to be bad enough when Dad finds out that you lied about needing me to stay with the boys but this…Shane-"

"Don't worry. Please trust me. It will be fine. Grab your bag and let's go. We are getting in their car so if Dad decides to drive by my car will be here." He got out of the car and opened the door for her. He could tell she was terrified but he knew that this needed to happen. She was too far gone to help her self anymore and it was his job to protect her, & so far he had failed. This was his chance and this was going to work.

As they approached the over sized truck waiting patiently, she could make out two heads sitting in the driver and passenger seat. Shane opened the passenger backseat door and made sure she was in safely first, and then joined her on the other side. She instantly recognized the two men in the front of this beast on wheels.

"Imara, do you remember-" Shane began but she cut him off.

"Hello again Paul, and Shawn, it has been a while hasn't it?" She flashed him her McMahon million dollar smile, acting as if nothing in the world was wrong.

"Hi Imara." Paul responded, hoarsely. He wasn't sure what the right thing to say here was. All he knew was what Shane had told him and it hadn't been much other than that Vince was mistreating her and she needed a sanctuary away from him for a while until something could be done.

"Hey pretty girl. We are going to take you back to the hotel we are staying at. We have an extra bed you can crash on tonight and tomorrow we will figure out where to go and what to do. Try not to worry about anything alright?" Shawn had turned around to look in her eyes as he said those words. He flashed her that HBK smile and for a fleeting moment, she felt safe. Shane grabbed her hand tightly, knowingly, as they began to drive off into the darkness.