Heath sat against the headboard of his king size bed, twirling his phone around in his hand. He had been awaiting on Mickie to arrive for over an hour now, and somehow, he knew that she wasn't going to be there anytime soon.
Mickie always had trouble with showing up on time, but he never expected her to be more than an hour late. He never expected her to be late for something so special as movie night. It was obvious that he was wrong.
Whilst he sat in silence, hoping that she would call, the bedroom door swung open. There stood Mickie with tears streaming down her face, her hair a mess, and her clothes ripped to shreds. Something bad had happened to her.
"Mickie? What the hell?" Heath asked, frantically getting himself off the bed. He made his way over to her, and took her in his arms. Mickie instantly crashed down on her knees, bringing Heath with her. "Baby, what happened?" Heath asked, rubbing a soothing hand up and down her back. "H-h-h-he attacked me." Mickie mumbled, sobbing into his cheat.
The words 'he attacked me' hit him like a pile of bricks. Somebody had hurt the love of his life, and he couldn't do anything about it. He knew that Mickie wouldn't let him find the guy that attacked her, but he would just have to find other ways.
"Who, babe?" He asked softly, trying not to get upset. He was hoping and praying that it wasn't anybody he knew personally, but thanks to the hatred of The Corre, he knew that there was that small possibility.
"Paul.." Mickie whispered, pulling out of the grip of his arms. Paul was also known as The Big Show; the man that was having a feud with The Corre.
The name rung in Heath's head, as he looked at the hurt creature in front of him. The Big Show hurt Mickie, and for what? Revenge on The Corre? That wasn't going to play well with Heath.
"I'll kill him." Heath said through gritted teeth. Mickie placed a hand on Heath's cheek, stroking it with her thumb. "No." She whispered, looking at him with her bright eyes. He may have hurt her, but she wasn't going to see Heath get revenge. That just wasn't going to happen in her presence.
"Baby, yes. I'm not going to sit here knowing that he put his fucking hands on you!" He shook his head, sighing. "What happened? What all did he do to you?" Heath asked, taking her hands in his.
Mickie's eyes fell to the floor as she debated on telling him the truth. Should she tell him and risk him getting mad? Or should she lie and risk it happening again? Either way she went, something bad was going to happen.
"He hit me, knocked me unconcious, and raped me.." Mickie mumbled under her breath, hoping that Heath didn't hear her. As soon as she looked up, it was obvious that he had heard. Heath's face was a bright shade a red and he looked like he could kill someone.
"He what?" Heath screamed, getting to his feet. Without listening to Mickie anymore, Heath grabbed his keys and walked out the bedroom, going down stairs. He was going to find The Big Show and make him pay for what he did to Mickie.
"Heath! Wait!" Mickie yelled, chasing after Heath. Heath didn't listen, he just kept walking, but finally stopped as he reached the door. Heath turned around and looked down at Mickie, giving her a look that she had never seen before. "Look the door." He said, nodding his head.
Heath opened the white wooden door, and stepped outside, slamming the door shut behind him. Mickie stood in silence as the tears fell again. Something bad was going to happen and she could tell.
As the sound of Heath's SUV roared down the road, Mickie slid down the back of the door, running a hand through her brunette hair. "This isn't going to go well." Mickie mumbled to herself, wondering what Heath would actually do.