Notes: Hey guys! This is my first story that I've published, so be gentle. :3 I own nothing, besides Bailey. The rest belong to Vincent Kennedy McMahon. I'll add more characters later, I just needed to introduce the story.

I surrounded myself with darkness, though the sounds still invaded my mind. Glass was shattered, a table nearby was mangled. I managed to focus on the blackness, partially removing those God awful noises. Suddenly, two hands gripped my shoulders, but this was no normal grip. This was a grip that was easily going to leave bruises on me later. The grip belonged to someone I knew. I was well aware, but I didn't dare look him in the eye. I was shaken back and forth, my head bouncing off the wall from time to time. He began to shout things at me, but I refused to allow myself to hear them. The hold was released, and a second later my body collided with the wooden floor. I curled up against the coldness, waiting for everything to blow over.

When I came to I was definitely lying on a surface softer than the wooden floor of our living room. I assumed I was in our bed, I tried to open my eyes but was met with such a throbbing pain in my head; I had to shut them back instantly.

"Ugh," I groaned, reaching for my head. Another pain shot through my shoulder. I flinched before resting my arm back beside me.

"Hey baby," his voice entered the room. "I brought you some Tylenol and glass of water."

He was beside me now. I couldn't see him; I didn't want to see him. My body stiffened. I heard him set the glass of water on the end table. He sighed and I felt his weight on the bed. "C'mon baby," he said. "I know you're hurting… take this medicine for me."

He grabbed my wrist and I jumped, opening my eyes abruptly. He tugged on me gently, and I sat up reluctantly. He took a couple of Tylenol and placed them in front of my mouth. I opened slightly, allowing him to place them inside. Then he grabbed the glass of water and motioned me to drink. I swallowed the pills quickly as he watched me. I looked up into his piercing blue eyes. They were filled with sadness. I set my gaze down to my arms. I was bruised up a lot more than I thought I was. His hand came into sight, and he slowly traced the bruises with his fingers. A tear fell from my eye and landed on the back of his hand.

"I'm gonna get help, baby. I can't keep doing this to you. I promise," He pulled me into him softly. "I love you, Bailey."

I rested my head in his neck as the tears continued to fall, "I love you too, Randy."He rubbed my back slowly, apologizing to me again and again in my ear. I wanted to believe him. I really did, I'm just not sure I can.

Randy left me there to let the medication kick in, and once my pain subsided a little, I slowly sauntered into the living room. Obviously Randy had cleaned up. It didn't look like a tornado had run through it like usual. A lamp and our coffee table was missing though, as I presumed; a few other things too. I glanced over to the couch. Randy sat there on the phone. I coughed, gaining his attention. He smiled brightly and I couldn't help but smile a little too.

"Thank you so much. I'll see you then!" Randy said with excitement before hanging up. He stood up and looked at me happily. I gave him a puzzled expression. "Bailey, I'm going to anger management. First appointment is tomorrow!"

I spark of hope lit inside of me. Despite the minor pain I was experiencing, I ran towards Randy and engulfed him in a huge hug. He picked me up easily, and I wrapped my legs around his torso.
"Oh baby, I'm so happy for you." I said as I ran my hands through his short hair. His eyes twinkled and he pressed a quick kiss to my lips.

He spoke matter-of-factly, "I told you I was gonna get help. We're gonna get through this, Bailey. I love you too much to mess this up."

Kissing him again, I finally felt I could believe the words he spoke to me. For once, I believed things were going to get better.

Short first chapter, I know, I know. I'm sorry, but how was it? :) Reviews are definitely appreciated.