Title: Little Girl Lost And Saved
Characters: Lita, Hunter, Trish, Test, Cena, Dawn Marie, Gail Kim, Randy, Dave, Victoria, Melina, Melissa, Robert, more later on.
Parings: Lita/Hunter; Trish/Test; Cena/Dawn Marie; Randy/Gail; Dave/Victoria; Melina/Nathan Morris (of Boyz II Men); Melissa/? (that's to be determined later on).
Rating: Strong R for sexual content (i.e. rape and consensual), strong language, violence, character death and SMUT!
Disclaimer: I only own Melissa and Robert. The rest, you know the deal. I don't even have to tell you.
Setting: Wrestling/AU.
Spoilers: None that's wrestling related.
Summary: A 17-year-old girl has to endure sadistic beatings and molestation from her abusive and alcoholic father. When she cries out for help, a group of superstars hears and comes to her rescue.
Author's note: Okay, just to make things clear, the pairings I had put down are all married. Gail Kim and Dawn Marie (I'm making her the same age as John) was never released in this story. Lita and Trish never left and, in fact, renewed their contracts. And I know many of you don't like OC's in wrestling fan fiction because they don't fit and it's pointless to put them in. Well, I like to put an OC in my stories and I'm not gonna stop doing that.
Enjoy and happy reading!
Lots of love, hugs and kisses from your resident writer and friend, Nina!
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Atlanta, Georgia...
Melissa Jocelyn Davenport laid in her queen size bed, hugging her tan teddy bear tightly against her. She was crying hysterically and her mocha complexion face was beet red. She looked around her room and saw everything that was once in place was torn to shreds, thanks to her father earlier outburst. The rain outside crashed against her window and the tree banged against the pipeline as she held 'Mindy' more closely.
Melissa pulled the covers over her shivering body, even though she was wearing her high school sweatshirt and blue jeans and got comfortable on the bed. More fresh tears fell from her bloodshot eyes but she didn't dare let out a sob or a wail. Besides, she could hear her father in the next room, mumbling and complaining about his dead end job while cracking open another can of beer.
Her father. Robert David Davenport. She never thought she could hate her own father, but she did. And it hurt so bad. She didn't wanna hate him, but that's what she ended up doing. And it was all his fault.
His drinking and abusive habits started 10 years ago. When Melissa was 7-years-old, her mother, Adrienne Hilary Davenport was killed in a devastating hit and run crash. Since then, everything fell apart.
Robert started drinking his life away. When Melissa tried to stop him, that's when the abuse began.
It started off with constant yelling and screaming. Before long, it was a punch to her face and a kick to her stomach. He'd push her, pull her ear and slap her. Sometimes he would beat her with his belt, an extension cord or a bat for good measure. She knew she couldn't go to the hospital and get help because her father had threatened to kill her if she said anything.
Melissa had never been so scared in her life. She didn't want this to happen. She wanted to be there for her father but he became mean and bitter towards her. She had no one to rely on, to talk to, to confide in. It was like she was dead to the world. And she shouldn't have to feel that way.
At least high school was the distraction she needed the most. Melissa was considered very popular among her peers; mainly because of her perfect attendance record, her good grades and her status as captain of the cheerleading squad. And maybe because of her long jet-black hair, mocha complexion, athletic figure and the fact that she was a mixture of Costa Rican and Italian that she could get any boy she wanted.
A tainted smile appeared on her face when she thought about her high school prom. She couldn't have been more happier in her life because she was able to stay out all night long, partying with her friends and dancing with several attractive boys. She didn't have to worry about coming home to her father because she went and spent the night with one of her best friends.
That was then. This is now. Graduation was in a week and she wondered what in the hell is taking them so long. She can't wait to get away from her father. She was more than ready to start over again. She was more than ready to live again. No more abuse. No more torment. No more heartache. She was leaving Atlanta and nobody can change her mind.
"Melissa! Get your ass in here NOW!" Robert yelled.
"Leave me alone!" she yelled.
Silence filled the air for a moment. She held her tight when she heard him stumbling towards her room. Within seconds, he kicked the door open and barged in there like he was the police.
"What I tell you about disobeying me, bitch? Now, Daddy's gonna have to teach you a lesson!" Robert screamed as he made his way over to the bed. Melissa tried so hard not to break down when he yanked the covers away from her fully clothed body. Then he grabbed her by her hair and yanked her up off the bed.
"Please, Daddy. Don't hurt me!" she pleaded, tears falling from her chocolate brown eyes. But, her please went to deaf ears when he raised his hand and slapped her harshly.
"Don't talk back to me, you little slut! I'm your father and I expect you to do what I say!" he screamed in her face. Then he pushed back down on the bed.
"Take off your clothes, Melissa," he demanded.
"No!" she screamed out. She was not gonna let her father hurt again so she bolted from the bed and headed for the door. Just when she was about to get out, however, Robert grabbed her by the hair again and yanked her back towards him violently. He raised his leg up and kneed her right in her stomach, knocking the air out of her. Fresh tears fell from her eyes when he pulled towards the bed and pushed her down on it once again.
"You try running away from me again and I'll kill you! Don't think I won't do it, too, bitch! You're my daughter!" Robert screeched. "Now take off your clothes or I'll rip them off of you!"
Melissa decided enough was enough. She raised her leg up and kicked her father right in his crotch. Once he started screaming out in pain, that's when she bolted out of her room.
She just wanted to get away from her father once and for all.
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Tokyo, Japan...
"So, how does it feel to be Mrs. Nathan Morris, huh?" Amy Dumas-Helmsley chuckled on the phone.
Melina Perez-Morris just smiled. That's the same question she's been getting ever since she got married to the man of her dreams nine months ago.
"Awesome. Nathan's the greatest husband I could ask for. I'm so in love with him," Melina said, smiling.
"Where is he, anyway? Shouldn't you be with him?"
"He's out promoting 'The Remedy' with Shawn and Wanya. He should be here soon enough. Music's important to him so I'm supporting him the best way I can."
"I hear you, honey. Say, I saw on in their video. You were all over your husband like crazy!" Amy giggled.
"What can I say? Nate told me I'm the only woman who should be all over him. Other than that, I had fun," Melina said, laughing.
"I know that's right, baby girl!"
"So, anyway, how's the others?"
"Fine. John and Dawn Marie just bought a house in Tampa. Randy and Gail are on vacation in Paris, France. Dave and Lisa are visiting family in Washington. Trish and Andrew are shooting a television show up in Toronto. Hunter and I are going to visit my parents down in Atlanta tomorrow night. BTW, Stacy and Rob said hi," Amy explained.
"How are they doing?" Melina asked.
"Really good. Stacy's happy being married to Rob. I wouldn't be surprised if she ended up pregnant already." Amy giggled again.
Melina giggled along with her best friend until she heard someone come inside. "Amy, girl, I really would love to keep talking to you, but I'm gonna have to get off the phone. My husband just walked in."
"I understand. I'll talk to you tomorrow, Mel. I love you," Amy said.
"I love you, too, Ames. I'll holla at you later," Melina said before she hung up the phone. Just when she was about to lean back against the sofa, a certain someone came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her snugly. A smile crept up on her face when he kissed her forehead gently.
"I was just thinking about you, baby," she said seductively.
"Oh, really? Were you bragging about me on the phone with Amy?" Nathan whispered in her ear.
"You know me. I kiss and tell all the time." she giggled.
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to their bedroom. "Well, how about we stop talking right now and let's do some kissing?"
"I LOVE the sound of that."
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Back in Atlanta...
Please don't find me. Please don't find me. Please don't find me, Melissa thought in her head. She was hiding in the closet downstairs and she didn't want her father to find her. She was curled up in a ball, sobbing quietly as the thought of what happened earlier played in her mind.
Her father wanted her to take her clothes off. For what? So he could beat on her some more? So he could give her more bruises?
So he could rape her?
She couldn't think about that. She just wanted to get away from him. But she knew she couldn't because he'll just find her and attack her even more. She ran her fingers through her black hair and sighed deeply while she pressed her ear against the wall. When she didn't hear anything, she slowly got up from the floor and quietly headed towards the door. Melissa placed her hand on the doorknob and carefully twisted it so she could open it, for which she did.
She popped her head out and looked around, just to make sure her father didn't pop up from out of nowhere. Once the cost was clear, she ran out of the closet and headed for the door, not caring if she gets caught. Just when she was about to be home free, she felt someone grabbing her hair and yanking her back.
"YOU BITCH! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Robert yelled as he slammed the door. Then he threw her down on the living room floor and kicked her in her stomach so hard, blood started gushing out of her mouth.
"Stop, Daddy!" Melissa screamed.
That was the last straw. He reached inside the drawer and pulled out a butcher's knife. Her eyes were wide open in fear because she couldn't believe her father would do something like this. She tried to get away from him, but it was too late. Robert had her pinned down on the floor.
"I'll teach you not to fuck with me, you stupid little bitch!" he hissed at her.
"NO!" Melissa yelled when she saw the knife coming down. Blackness was all she could see when she felt the object tearing through her stomach...
And that's the first chapter! This is a little more angst than my other stories, but, I hope you enjoy! Stay tuned!
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