A/N: This is a new story I'm writing, thanks to Sinfully Sined for the concept, it's another one from her writing challenge and to HardyxGirl she's had me thinking of a way to make this couple into a story.
So with that being said, here's a little background on Kaylah and why Shannon is always there to protect her.

Hope You Enjoy. Don't own any familiar characters or WWE Superstars, only

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I'm a fucking mess.

I think to myself as I watched from the shadows as they walked past the dumpster. I have no idea how I ended up behind this shop, his shop. I was hurt and knew that I needed help, but I never had to ask for help before and I was scared.

I've never gotten used to the a drunken, drugged up mess that I've become. I'm a far cry from the person I used to be and I've become the exact opposite of what everyone thought that I would've become. I've become the epitome of every person I've ever looked down upon and because of that attitude I fell far from the high horse that I was sitting on.

Karma really is a bitch.

"Fuck!" I scream holding onto my side as I try to stand up and I send the empty dumpster moving. I hear the footsteps halt as they stop walking and turn around to look at me. That was when I saw the eyes of the man that had haunted my dreams since I was a teenager.

"Are you okay?"He asks, his heavily tattooed arm reaching out for me. His blue eyes have me mesmerized as they shine in the moon's light.

"Y-Y-Yeah. I-I'm fine." I manage to say, reaching for his hand and wincing as he helps pull me up. But when I finally manage to get unto my feet, I faint and before I can fall he catches me.

My hero has finally come to save me.

"Are you okay?" He asks again as he carries me to his car, I hear another person open the door as he lays me across the back seat, the cool leather soothing my side.

"My side." I moan out in pain as I point to the right side of my heavily blood stained t-shirt.

"Okay. I'm going to take you to the hospital."

"Hospital! NO!" I scream out loud, jumping up from the seat, but regretting it right away when I feel the pain shoot through my body.

He stares at me for a moment before reaching out to touch the wound. "It's not that bad, you just need it be cleaned and bandaged up."

His words calm me down I nod in agreement feeling weaker by the moment as I fall back into the seat and close my eyes.

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The smell of coffee is what woke me as I try my best to remember where I am. Lifting up the covers I look down to see a bandage around my bare waist and I'm left in nothing but a bra and my jeans, which brings a flashback of the previous night's events, causing me to shudder when I realize that I'm in his house, lying in his bed, and intruding upon his life once again.

"Kaylah?" He asks, I didn't even hear him come inside the room, I was too caught up in my thoughts.

"Yeah." I respond looking up at him, his eyes grow cold when he realizes that it's me.

"What are you doing here? I thought you-."

"Yeah well, I'm back. Surprised to see me Shan?" I ask getting up from his bed and heading into the bathroom but before I can lock the door, he comes bursting in.

"Don't you dare be a smart ass with me! I thought you were-." He cuts himself before continuing, this time his voice lower. "I thought you were dead."

"Wouldn't you be so lucky." I say pushing past him and digging in the pocket of my jeans to smoke my smashed up cigarette.

"What the fuck are you doing here Kaylah?" He says scolding at me as I stand there lighting up my cigaratte.

"If I had the answer to that, do you honestly think I would be standing here right now with you?" I ask, letting the smoke out of my mouth. It calms me down momentarily and I continue to speak. "I gotta go, thanks for the hospitality Shannon. Great seeing you." I say grabbing my jacket, heading down the stairs and out his house.

I had no idea where I was heading but I just kept walking, I needed to get as far away from that place as possible. The more I walked, the quieter it got and silence was the last thing that I needed.

Flashback

"Dammit Kaylah talk to me!"

I hear him screaming from outside of the bathroom but as I much as I wanted to respond, I couldn't. By body was numb, and as badly as I wanted to scream and let him know that I'm not okay, I couldn't.

I felt myself slipping away.

"Kaylah!" He continues to pound on the door, and all I saw was him pushing the door open, before it all went black.

All I could here was his cry, Shannon rarely cries and it tore my heart apart to know that I was the one that caused it.

I felt him hold me and take the needle out of my arm as I lay there, unconscious to the world.

He screams again when he feels my heart beat slowing down as he carries to the awaiting ambulance.

It was in God's hands, was the last thing I thought before I completely shut down.

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My eyes slowly opened to the shining sun that glistened through the window's blinds. I look to the left of me to see a bunch of machines hooked up to me and to the right of me was Shannon, holding on to my hand for dear life while he slept.

He never let go of me, after all the shit I put him through he's still here.

End of Flashback

"FUCK!!!" I scream out loud as I continue to walk aimlessly around Whispering Pines, North Carolina, eventually settling on going to the diner at the end of the road.

God, I hate this fucking town.

I think to myself as I enter the dimly lit restaurant, and I feel every girl in the restaurant stare at me like I was whore and every guy looking at my exposed breasts that we're barely covered by the jacket I was wearing. Settling into a booth at the back of the restaurant I sink down into the seat and do my best to blend in.

"May I take your order?" A short blond woman asks, staring at me like I was the scum of the earth.

"I'll just have a coffee."

"Make that two." I look up to see Shannon smiling down at the waitress as he takes a seat across from me.