It wasn't often that Amanda wandered around West Newbury by herself as she readjusted her off shoulder white sweater under her black trench coat… but the 14 year old had been having a rough night that had started with an argument with one of her brothers. She loved Sean to death but he drove her nuts at times.

Sean also rarely drank… but tonight, he had been heavily intoxicated and wandered over to Amanda while she had been talking to one of her guy friends, glass in hand and having thrown it. Thankfully, it hadn't injured Amanda or her friend Andre but it started an explosive argument that ended with Sean calling Amanda shameless and accusing her of throwing herself at her friend.

"Fucking asshole!" Amanda muttered, kicking a small pebble… but it flew too high and hit a man in his face, evoking a scream. "Sorry!" She said, running over to check on him… but he grabbed her by her left wrist and started eying her.

"And what was that for?! You should watch where you point yourself, alright?! I've had a bad fucking day enough as it is!" The man growled angrily.

"You're not the only one, now stop acting like you are and let go!" Amanda said, yanking her arm away… and the man smiled creepily at her sassiness and grabbed her again as she turned to leave. "What's your fucking problem? I already apologised, dick!" She growled, trying to put some distance between them but he tightened his grip and tried to yank up her leather skirt as he shoved her against the wall and then down on the ground to pin her down again.

"You ain't going anywhere until I'm done with you, nice girl… now do us a favour and bend over?" The guy responded… moments before he was shoved against the brick wall itself and Amanda had looked up from where she was on the ground.

"You're insanely sick, you know that? She's just a kid!" Another man growled, Amanda guessing that he was about 23… but she couldn't place the accent for a few seconds until she realised it was the same one that Finlay had.

"I got the wrong impression with how she's-" The first guy yelled, the second guy starting to strangle him.

"Bull… now you either tell me the truth or I beat it out of ya, huh?!" He responded, blue eyes blazed with fury.

Amanda stood up, left knee scratched up heavily… but it didn't stop her from going and kicking her attacker in the throat, causing him to fall to his knees and start choking before she brought her right foot crashing down hard on his head, rendering him unconscious.

"You okay?" The second man asked.

"Now I am… thanks for pulling him off me." Amanda answered, attempting to walk but her left leg flared up in pain and she nearly fell again, the man catching her.

"You take it easy… come on, there's people I know who can help you out." The man said, placing a supportive arm around Amanda's back.

She flinched but he knew it wasn't intentional… as they headed towards the car, a door to the nearby hotel opened and the man stopped who was running to them.

"It's okay, Karl, she's just a little roughed up." He said.

"What the hell happened, Finn?" Karl asked.

"Heard the yelling, some creep already had her up against the wall and then on her knees…" Finn explained, neither of them paying attention to the car driving off.

"You're an idiot, Ronnie, you know that?" Ty growled.

"Then why'd you save me, kid? You hate me much like Val does!" Ronnie said, rubbing his sore head. "That bitch back there axe kicked me!"

"You attacked John Cena's kid sister and she's in the wrong for fighting back?!" Ty responded.

"Things were going my way until that fucker intervened and started choking me! He should leave the fighting in the ring!" Ronnie muttered.

"And he's gonna damn well let the others know what you were tryin' to do to that girl." Ty replied.

"I thought she was older and she'd be… you know, out looking for some paper in exchange for pleasurable treatment." Ronnie responded.

"You need to get your head together." Ty muttered.

Back in the hotel, Amanda stayed as still as she could as Finn pressed a damp towel to her knee while both waited for Karl to return with Val and the others.

"What the fuck was with that asshole anyway?" Amanda asked.

"He was an older part of these guys' little gang, most of them started out as a band of friends from their high school days. They lost contact with Ronnie and a year and a bit later, found him being held down and beaten by some rivals… they saved him because he was their friend, but after that he just… fell." Finn explained.

"We all do at some point… I lost touch with someone after he was shot while protecting a woman from two assholes. I haven't heard from Perry since then. No one knows where he is." Amanda said as Karl returned with Val and Liara.

"So, the nice lady who was not being treated nice, is now being treated nice." Val said as she observed Amanda.

"Did she break his neck, is he still there?" Finn asked.

"He's still walking and talking, all that he talks is worthy of the trash heap regardless. There was no justifying what he did, even if he did think Amanda was a 'lady of the night', he shouldn't have thrown her against the wall like that." Karl answered.

"Ever since we saved him, he just… lost all human decency that's in him. To think I actually liked him once…" Liara responded.

"He wasn't worth it, Li." Val said as she examined Amanda's knee and carefully pulled a chunk of the pavement out of the wound. "These damn things… and you didn't even flinch." She responded.

"Is it bad enough to need stitches?" Amanda asked.

"I'd believe so… but you're lucky on that regard, because… wherever he's gotten off to, Ty trained as a doctor for a time, and he certainly knows how to fix a wound. Just don't go to him to try and diagnose a headache or a weird rash, he didn't actually finish training so his guess at something like that is about as good as anyone else's." Val answered, resting one hand lightly on Amanda's shoulder after standing back up. "Trust me… he's fixed three different bullet wounds and a stab wound on me over the past few years. Fixing a physical wound is his speciality."

Amanda nodded and Karl dialed Ty's number.

"I left him somewhere. She okay?" Ty answered.

"Her knee needs stitching up but she's alright… I'm gonna guess and say he's drunk?" Karl responded.

"I could smell some… but I don't think it's to a senseless point, to tell you the truth. He knew damn well what he was doing, albeit probably being quick to judge things." Ty explained.

"He's gonna have one hell of a headache if she kicked him hard enough." Karl said.

"Damn right." Ty responded before they hung up and he headed back.

He was pissed off… and no one blamed him one bit.