/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\Chapter One\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

"John, please! STOP!"

"I have to, Dameon! I won't stop!"

"John, please! Don't hurt Kevin any—"

"KNOCK IT OFF!"

I leaned solemnly against the turnbuckle of the empty ring. A cold breeze hit my bloody forehead, sending a chill up my spine. Blood mixed with my tears as they streamed down my hot cheeks. I tried to protect my little brother, Kevin, got into a fight with John. John wanted to hit him with a barbwire bat. I can't sit by and watch my little brother get destroyed! I jumped in, and John lost his patience. He hit me instead… really hard… in the head…

"D-Dameon..? Are you here…?" I heard a familiar voice call my name coldly and confusingly.

I suddenly felt scared and hurt, as I turned to see, John. More tears welled up in my eyes.

"Dameon, I'm so sorry!" he tried to come near me.

I didn't speak, I felt as if I swallowed a rock.

I backed up slowly as John approached me.

"Please, Dameon, I'm sorry…" he said quietly.

"N-no…" I ushered softly.

I staggered up, and I started to run. Tears followed behind me in the air as I left the arena.

-John's P.O.V.-

I don't know what possessed me to actually strike Dameon with a barbwire bat! FUCK! I screwed up so bad! Now, Dameon is scared of me, and I lost my best bud, Kevin. This is a screwed up week.

I sat down in the center of the ring. The silence was dense, and the seats were all empty. I lay my head down in my hands. Tears fell from my eyes, onto the mat.

"The woman I l-l-love hates me!" I yelled at myself.

"I can see why she does…"

I looked around feverishly. A dark figure stood by the ramp; the dark covered his face.

"So you're saying… She has a good reason to hate me?" I asked the figure.

"Exactly…" he answered.

"You're right…" I lay my head back in my hands. "I don't deserve her…"

"No… you don't… ever stop to think…Orton might?" he asked me.

"Right now, Orton is better then me." I sighed.

"Oh, you think so?"

The figure stepped out from the shadows, revealing the scum bag, Randy Orton himself.

"D-DAMN IT, ORTON!" I screamed.

"Uh-uh-uh!" Orton waved his hand. "You're anger is the reason Dameon hates you…"

I lowered my fists grudgingly.

"You just love making yourself sound like you deserve Dameon." I growled.

"Oh, but I do…" Orton left the ramp, and disappeared behind the darkness.

-Dameon's P.O.V.-

I shut the door behind me as I ran to my couch. I plopped myself down and cried even more. Why did John have to do that? He's scarred me for life…

The opening of my door interrupted my thoughts. Randy stood in the doorway.

"W-What do you want?" I asked him through tears.

"Just to see if you're O.K., that's all." Randy sat on my couch next to me.

"Well, I'm not O.K.!" I cried.

He cradled me softly. I felt… comforted…

"Why d-d-does it have to be s-so hard?" I asked Randy.

"I'm not sure… you'll be fine…" he cradled me.

-Randy's P.O.V.-

Poor Dameon… Cena is just a big jackass. I haven't seen Dameon so close to me in forever… she's just beautiful… I wish she hadn't ended our relationship a while ago… What I wouldn't give to have her back.

"Thank you, Randy…" Dameon cuddled close to my chest.

I blushed furiously. "Y-you're welcome." I held her close.

God, I love her so much… I think Dameon may be starting to develop some feelings for me…

But…could she really be?