Author's Note: Hey guys, I was reading over one of my older stories called Savior, and I saw that it has so much potential. So basically, this is a rewrite of it, under a new name and title. It's not going to be the same, as I'm going to add stuff to it and whatnot, and I'm happy that I'm rewriting it because my writing skills have improved dramatically over time. Plus, I missed my babes Kaitmus. Anyway, thanks for reading, and feel free to check out the original as well. I'm still taking requests too, so feel free to PM me. Enjoy.

The air was cool and crisp as hybrid diva Kaitlyn and Dolph Ziggler walked outside the arena together. Another slow, yet somewhat exciting Monday Night Raw had come to an end, and the couple were headed back to some five-star hotel that Vince McMahon picked for the WWE roster. It had been a long night, and Kaitlyn wanted nothing but to rest. After getting her ass kicked by Layla, she really just wanted to get back to her room, and take a nice hot shower to relax her aching muscles. She knew that Dolph would probably object to that though.

Kaitlyn and Dolph had been dating for maybe a year now, and you could say that things were getting pretty serious between the two; although to some observers, it might have always been serious. However, one might say that their relationship had many faults, flaws, if you will. For one, Dolph always cheated on Kaitlyn. He always bragged about how he could get any woman he wanted at any time. Yeah, Kaitlyn knew about it, but she didn't want to say anything. She was happy to the outside eye, and so was he, although he did make her feel insecure about herself. She felt like she wasn't good enough for him, that's why he had to cheat. Kaitlyn was always blaming everything on herself, yet she didn't want to lose Dolph.

She didn't know why she insisted on staying with the man. Maybe it was the fact that he had it etched in her brain that nobody else would want her. When the relationship started, Kaitlyn was a strong female, always confident and sure in her abilities, but time had worn her down. Turned her into an insecure, and self conscious being. Dolph had belittled her, and depicted her as weak, and over time, that statement became true. She felt as though nobody else would want her after Dolph had tainted her, and that was why she stayed with him.

Secondly, Dolph sometimes abused Kaitlyn. It started off subtle at first; just little pushes or maybe some hair pulling. But over time, it progressed. From pushing and hair pulling to slaps and grabs. She would come to shows with bruises up and down her arms; on her face, and always had to think of some lame excuse or lie to tell all her friends and co-workers. One time, Dolph even went as far as blacking her eye. She put up with the abuse though, and because of that reason, she felt that she didn't have the right to complain about it. And she wouldn't leave Dolph, because then he might go and do something to really hurt her. She didn't think he would go that far, but you never knew in situations like this.

But again, Kaitlyn blamed everything on herself, like most would in this type of dysfunctional relationship. Everything was her fault, it was her fault that she made Dolph angry, and it was her fault that he hit her, and it was her fault that she was still with him, and nobody else. She didn't want to be alone, and Dolph manipulated her into thinking that no one else would love her like he did. It was a complete and utter mess, and she felt as though nothing could change that fact. It would stay that way forever.

Tonight, however, seemed pretty decent, okay even. Kaitlyn hadn't done anything to make Dolph mad, but that could change in a heartbeat. He was always so moody, and could change with the snap of your fingers. He could become pissed off in an instant. They drove back to the hotel in silence, then checked into their room that they were going to share. Kaitlyn just wanted to shower and get to bed as quickly as possible. Was she avoiding Dolph? Probably so. She could say the wrong thing at any given moment, and bam, he'd slap her or something along that nature.

After her shower, she put on some baggy pajamas and crawled into bed. Shortly after she got into bed and was almost asleep, Dolph abruptly turned on the light in the room and Kaitlyn squinted from the light. "What is it Dolph?" She asked as she sat up in bed. Dolph said nothing and just paced around the room. "Dolph?" Kaitlyn asked again.

This time he answered, "So, you thought you were just going let tonight go?"

"What are you talking about?" Kaitlyn asked, still groggy from almost falling asleep.

"Don't play dumb!" Dolph warned. "I heard you talking to Natalya earlier." He said darkly and Kaitlyn was still confused more than ever. What the hell was he talking about? She didn't think she did anything wrong tonight, but maybe she did. Hell, with Dolph you could never know for sure. Even the slightest and smallest thing could set him off.

"Yeah?" The hybrid diva asked.

"I heard you talking to her about me." Dolph replied and this time Kaitlyn was silent because she knew that she had made Dolph angry, and she did not feel like arguing at all tonight. She knew she did something wrong the moment he had woken her up and wouldn't let her got to sleep. "Did you tell her that I hit you?" He asked, getting angrier by the second as he continued to pace the carpeted hotel floors. Kaitlyn didn't say a word. "Did you?" He snarled as he stopped pacing and his icy blue eyes pierced through her.

"I-" She couldn't even get her answer out before Dolph interrupted her for the umpteenth time.

"Did you, tell Natalya, that I hit you?" His voice was low, and very intimidating.

"Yes..." Kaitlyn said ashamed. She hadn't meant to tell her friend on purpose, it had merely slipped out because Natalya was concerned for her. It wasn't a surprise though, practically the whole company knew about this abuse. It was kind of obvious when Kaitlyn came to the shows with bruises peppered up and down her body. They weren't hard to miss, and that's why she had to make up lies and whatnot. This was their game, a routine if you will. Kaitlyn didn't used to be like this. She was a strong, confident woman.

"Why?" Dolph asked simply, yet still angry.

"Because it's the truth!" Kaitlyn couldn't help but to yell, her hazel eyes filling with salty tears. "You hit me all the time! And for what? Because I make you mad? There are other ways to solve problems, Dolph!" She yelled as a single tear crawled down her flushed cheek. She hated crying in front of him, because it made her look weaker than she already was, and he made fun of her when she cried.

"I don't want you to talk to Natalya anymore. She's bad for you." Dolph said.

Kaitlyn couldn't believe what she was hearing! She never thought Dolph was the type of boyfriend to tell who she could and couldn't talk to, but apparently, he was. "Are you serious?" She yelled. "Nattie is like one of best friends, you can't just tell me not to-" But Dolph interrupted her once more, and she knew she had done wrong because she had raised her voice at him.

"Kaitlyn..." Dolph spoke. It was that tone of voice where you could tell he was about to snap at any moment. Kaitlyn flinched, she knew what was coming next, and it wasn't good. It was never good when they got to this point of arguing, but it happened all the time, so why would tonight be any different? "Kaitlyn." The blond man said again, nostrils flaring.

"Yes?"

"Did you just yell at me?" He asked, voice wavering as he stepped closer and closer to Kaitlyn as she was still sitting in bed.

"I'm sorry." She spoke quietly. "Dolph, we can just talk about this, can't we? No need to get all worked up... Please? Just listen to me. Hitting me won't solve anything." She could barely get out. Kaitlyn was scared to death right now. Sure, she may be able to fight in the ring, but after everything she and Dolph had been through? He knew her weak spots, and he knew just what to do. It was a living hell, and she knew that what was about to come was going to be horrific.

"You're right." Dolph nodded, and Kaitlyn exhaled a sigh of relief. But it was an exhale too soon. "Just get out." He said simply.

Kaitlyn sighed, "You don't mean that..." He had never really kicked her out before, just hit her and got it over with. But this time it was different, and she couldn't tell if it was going to be better or worse. "You don't mean that, Dolph, come on, let's talk." She pleaded, looking up at him with her bloodshot hazel eyes. Begging would do her no good though, it never worked.

"Get out!" He yelled louder.

Kaitlyn flinched, "But, I don't have anywhere to go." She explained.

"You think I give two shits?" Dolph yelled angrily. "Get the fuck out!" He screamed and grabbed Kaitlyn by her forearms yanking her out of the king size bed. She was strong, but he was so much stronger than her. So he was able to pull her out of the bed easily. She wished it wouldn't have come to this, but it always did. No matter what she said or did, it always came to this. Her tears wouldn't stop coming as he drug her body across the floor, not even allowing her to stand up, probably giving her rug burn, all the way to the door.

"Dolph, wait... Please?" She asked on her knees in front of the door. Dolph didn't want to hear a single word of it. "At least let me have my stuff?" She asked, and he obliged, throwing her bags out into the hallway. But before the diva could move out of the way, he slammed the room door right in front of her face, hitting her with it. Kaitlyn was dizzy for a few moments, seeing spots that blurred her vision, then the hybrid diva blacked out momentarily. All she remembered after that, was being lifted up bridal style, and being carried down the hallway unconscious. The arms she was in felt strong, and warm. Was she dead? Had Dolph killed her? She thought she was, but then, being snapped out of her heaven like vision, she heard a rough yet beautiful sounding voice laced with an Irish accent.

"Don't worry Kaitie, I've got you, you'll be fine..."

Author's Note: To be continued...?