Shattered

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If you were to ask me whether I loved my job, two months ago I would've told you I adored it. Only, up until now, I'm not so sure of that anymore. It wasn't the business that had me dreading the night's event, no, this business has done nothing but make me feel alive.

But for the past few weeks, I've been feeling like a zombie; dead, cold and still able to breathe.

As I finished putting on my ring gear, the only thoughts that crossed my mind were of the horrific events of the past few weeks. My boyfriend walked into the dressing room, looking psyched and ready for tonight. I, on the other hand, couldn't wait to get away from the arena, the people or the pain.

"Ryse, are you okay, babe?" John asked while he grabbed his studded jacket, "You don't seem to be at the top of your game tonight,"

There's no way I'm going to be feeling like myself any time soon.

"I'm still in a bit of pain from last week's match," I lied. It was the only way I could cover up the true story behind the heavy bruises to my legs and forearms.

"I'm sorry, babe," he questioned. His hands lay upon my shoulders and I felt the warmth of his lips upon my jaw line. It sent chills down my spine, as my mind fast forwards thru the unpleasant episode which occurred one month prior.

"Get off of me, Nick!" I cried out.

"No, this time you're going to get what you deserve!" my attacker asserted.

He had forced me down onto his hotel room bed and the rest has been like horror film that has continuously haunted my, once, pleasant dreams.

"Will you accompany me out tonight?" John asked me, my eyes burst open to the sound of his voice. I grabbed the cape to my leather outfit.

"Yes, of course." I choked out as John helped me clip it on.

"You know, I was thinking tonight that we do something to celebrate," John smirked as he grabbed his sunglasses, "Nemeth must be crying himself to sleep at night after the huge announcement a few days ago." He seemed to be ecstatic over the news, I mean, what guy wouldn't be. We've been together for two and a half years now.

We made our way down the corridor toward the gorilla entrance just in time for Morrison's music to hit the arena. The crowd roared as we made it down the ramp and into the ring.

Then his music played.

I watched him make his way down to ring, and as he did, his eyes starred me down, a smirk glued to his face. I stepped out of the ring slowly, my eyes still glued to his. He winked at me, like the sick vile individual he was.

And that's when I realized that when I had told John I was expecting a baby, I forgot to tell whether or not I knew if it was his.

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