Author's Note: I'm back! :) It's been a long three months trying to figure out what to do and the type of direction I wanted to go in with Part 3, but I've figured it out. After consulting with my sister and a few friends, I've figured out the best direction I wanted to go in with this installment of Joexi. Lexi's past is bound to catch up with her. I hope some of you haven't forgotten about the best and craziest fictional couple right now on fanfic. I just hope you guys would come on this next journey with me of these two lovers and friends and all their drama, and I hope you enjoy it. Enough of me and let's get to the story shall we?

xoxo

"Who was that boy?"

I winced as I heard my father's voice behind me. I knew he had watched me. Me and Joe. In his car. I could feel him. His presence. At the tender age of 19, I'm afraid of one thing and one thing only: my father. Ever since I was a little girl, I felt the baleful abuse shielded on me by him. A father was suppose to protect his daughter from the sadistic people in the world who would want to hurt her. But he was that sadistic and for me there was no escaping it.

I felt a harsh tug on my arm as he turned me around to face him. His face was now inches away from mine, I could feel his alcohol toxic breath against my forehead. It confirmed what I knew already. He was drunk. And when dad was drunk, I was beaten on. It was just the way things go. "I know you hear me, child?! ANSWER ME!"

I winced in pain, his nails digging deeper into my maple flesh. "He's, h-he's n-nobody." A look of mischief darkened my father's already cold eyes. But he did let my arm go.

"Nobody huh?' When he walked away from my stiff figure, I felt a sign of relief. But it didn't last long once he yanked me by my auburn curls – flinging my limp and smaller anatomy down to the floor. 'If this boy was nobody, then why the fuck was he outside my house? Dropping you off? The least he could do was come in and introduce himself, don't ya think?"

I knew he was only being sarcastic. There was no way he would have allowed Joe to come inside and introduce himself. There was no way. From the rage in that man's eyes, I know what comes next.

I watch in fear as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it with ease from his belt loops. I pull my legs in closer to my chest, backing up further and further away from him but it wasn't nowhere I could go. I could beg him to stop, but what difference did it make? He liked to see me beg, to hear me screaming in agony, knowing he was the power behind my pain.

Stalking towards me, I felt my tears run dry. Crying never helped much neither. He was silent and that's what scared me the most – his silence. The stillness in the room was removed when the loud whistles of crackled leather came across burning flesh. It was days like this when I believe I am going to die – I want to. Through blurred vision, I can see his scruffy beard, his fiery red eyes. He's yelling something at me, something probably about how much I belong to him – only him. I'm use to the speech. When the loud whistling stopped, I thought I was free. But that was a foolish thought, he was never fully done.

By now my body is numb – this was the worst part. What would happen next was the worst form of his abuse. But what could I do? My jeans were ripped from my burning flesh, tossed aside. With a tight grip around my neck, I gasped for air. For help. I scratched his rough hands, but he forcefully pinned my sore wrist down on the carpeted floor underneath my aching body. Feeling his wide shaft slide inside my tight walls was the worst. The harder and deeper he plunged, I can feel my insides tearing apart. But what could I do?

"LET ME GO! PLEASE, PLEASE." I beg – giving him what he wanted. But he didn't stop. His grunts and groans grew more and more intense. I clenched my eyes tightly together, it was almost over. With one more thrust, indeed it was over.

"Ya stay away from that boy! Ya mine! Ya hear – all mine!" He grunted, releasing his firm grip from around my neck. By now, I had no feeling left in my body. Was I dead? All I could do was hear him. The awful things he was saying, I heard it. But I couldn't feel it.

"MOMMY, MOMMY."

Why am I calling for my mother? I never did this before. Nobody can save me.

"Mommy! Wake up!"

The voice was getting louder and louder. Am I supposed to respond? His dark and gloomy shadow was starting to fade and now a smaller figure replaced it. Am I crossing over?

"Mommy!" Who was doing this?

"MOMMY!"

"NO! STOP IT!" Lexi yelled. Sitting up in her bed, drenched in sweat, her tears stinging at the back of her eyes. She looked around and remembered where she was. Her bedroom. Her and Joe's bedroom. She felt her heart racing, making her short of breath. This was the fifth time in the past two weeks she had these slew of nightmares – more so flashbacks. During the day, she was filled with the loving reality of being a mother, a businesswoman, and Roman Reign's soon to be wife. But at night, while Joe was away traveling with WWE, Mellie had gone to bed, Lexi faced the staggering memory of the abuse she suffered at the hands of her father or the death of Joe's ex Jessica. Both individuals died at the hands of her troubles. This was karma. God was punishing her for the things she had done. And sadly, she was fighting these inner demons by herself, no one knew. Not even her beloved Joe.

"Mommy, are you okay." Lexi didn't realize her six-year-old baby girl, Amelia stood aside her bed. Mellie looked as afraid as Lexi felt. Lexi placed her palm against her forehead, brushing her now messy brown hair back off her damp and sticky face.

"Yeah baby, mommy's fine." Lexi tried to reassure but Mellie wasn't buying it.

"Why were you screaming mommy?" The child asked with indulged eyes.

"Mommy had a bad dream baby."

Amelia shrugged. "You too mommy?" That explained why Amelia was in her bedroom.

"Aw, my Mellie had a nightmare too?" Amelia replied to her mother with a nod, holding her stuffed monkey named Baby close to her chest. Lexi scooted over in the bed allowing her daughter to join her. Mellie yelped as she pulled her mother and father's cream duvet back and slid close to her mother – absorbing Lexi's sweet scent and body heat.

"I thought you told me Baby helps get rid of your bad dreams?" Lexi chimed, cradling her daughter.

Amelia played with the stuffed monkey's brown ears before responding. "He does, but the monster was too big for him." She innocently replied.

"Well no worries.' Lexi bent down to kiss Mellie's forehead, sweeping her honey strands of hair off her face. 'Mommy can make it all better."

Lexi ran her fingers through her daughter's hair, soothing her. After a few minutes of tranquility, Amelia spoke up.

"Mommy?" She murmured.

"Hmm…"

"I wish daddy was here. He could fight off both the monsters. My monster and yours." Amelia cuddled her head further into her father's pillow, inhaling his scent as if he was there.

"I know baby. Me too." Lexi did miss Joe. She hadn't seen him in three long weeks and she was truly missing him. But sadly, this battle of fears was bigger than she was, bigger than Joe. It was going to take more than just their love for each other to get through this. This time around, Lexi had to fight this one by herself.

It was time that she revisited her past because it didn't seem like it was going to allow her to live her present and future – in peace.

Sound off: What do you think is going to happen this time around? As always your opinions matters. I know this was a short one but I'll make up for it in later chapters.

Stay tune.