Okay so i had a sudden burst of inspiration, so i decided to put it to good use and start a new story. I have lots of ideas for this and i hope you enjoy it as much as i do. Here is a little about Tia and the story! I hope you enjoy! R/R - Jade. xo
Tia is an orphan and has been since she was a baby, she lives in Chicago, and is 27 years old. Lucy was her best friend in the orphanage until she was adopted by a kind family, and shortly after Tia was put into foster care, but the family was horrible to her and a lot happened to her during her time there. That was when she met Phil/CM Punk and they were the best of friends, and still are to this day. Tia has been in an abusive relationship for six months and this is where the story begins.
CHAPTER ONE: WHO AM I?
The rain was as cold as ice as it splattered against Tia's sore, burning face. It wasn't actually burning, but it felt like it, due to some fresh bruising growing over the edge of the left side of her jaw, radiating heat and pain throughout that area, making it throb in pain. Tia had been a victim of abuse for the last six months, and it all started when she agreed to go out with a seemingly nice guy – but that's how it always begins. A perfectly nice, innocent woman goes out and ends up falling for a seemingly nice, perfect guy. But then everything that she thought their relationship was turns out to be a massive steaming pile of bullshit, and she is then thrown into a relationship where trust is a complete issue, and that seemingly perfect guy ends up being the devil in disguise, coming home drunk or accusing you of things you haven't done. He turns out to b your typical, pathetic male that finds picking on vulnerable woman entertaining and satisfactory.
It was rare for Tia to get out of the house when he was around. But on this occasion she had managed to slip out of his sight and out of the front door in a flash, as soon as his back was turned. He had laid his hands on her again, for what felt like the millionth time. There was no holding back when he unleashed his anger upon her, oh no, there was no being gentle. It was almost like there was no humanity within him at all, like he had lost his soul to the devil and was now carrying out his darkest deeds on the one thing that had been there for him, and stood by him, for the last six months. He was a monster and Tia couldn't escape his grasp – he had her wrapped around his little finger and she was too weak, too scared to leave him.
"Who are you?" The raven-haired girl whispered to herself in the darkness of the stormy night. There was no telling who she was anymore. She used to be a strong, independent woman with lots of friends and a killer attitude. And now she was a broken mess, she had been forced to stop seeing her friends; she had been locked away as a girl that never got to walk in the sun. Well, not unless she ran away for a few hours or had that monster by her side. She had completely changed, and she hated feeling this empty, but fear and sadness were the only emotions that she knew how to feel. Tears slowly rolled from the corners of her bright blue eyes, but it was hard to tell whether or not she was crying due to the fact that it was raining, and so it easily disguised her tears.
Tia had been out of the house for the best part of an hour, sat on a bench in a park, in the middle of Chicago. She had walked around aimlessly for half an hour or so before ending up in the place where she was now, deciding to just sit there in silence so that she could enjoy the peace, even if it was raining and nearing midnight. In her coat pocket she heard her phone ringing over and over again, at first she had checked to see who was calling her, and upon seeing that it was that horrible man, she shoved it back into her pocket and let it ring. She knew that it would be used as an excuse to punish her later on, but right now she didn't really care, she had felt all kinds of pain and was now used to the regular punishments. She was punished for saying the wrong thing, looking in the direction of another man, staying out for too long or not telling him where she was going, he even punished her for not making his food right. He was the lowest man to ever walk the planet and she was the unfortunate one to step into his path and catch his eye.
He had her right where he wanted her. She had no family, mainly due to the fact that she was an orphan. The only 'family' she had was Lucy, a girl that she had befriended during her time at the orphanage. They were often mistaken to be sisters; they were the best of friends and remained so for at least three years. That was until Lucy was adopted one day by a loving family, and the two were torn apart from each other. Up until about six years ago when Tia turned twenty-one, which was when she and Lucy happened to bump into each other at a concert and they reconnected like fire and a candle. Unfortunately she wasn't able to see Lucy very much due to her strict partner, and was forced to contact her in secret, sending the occasional email to let her know that she was okay when her partner wasn't home.
And then there was Phil, better known as CM Punk, the Straight Edge Superstar, to the WWE universe. She had known him since she was fourteen, they met when she was at a foster home and they got along instantly. Even when she removed herself from care, they hung out regularly and were practically inseparable, up until the time when he got himself into the wrestling business and ended up leaving Chicago for months on end. But that didn't stop their friendship, they too, spoke whenever Tia was sure that she wouldn't get caught, but that wasn't often – her abusive partner was very strict. Punk knew about this, but she never told him about the severity of it, it would only make him worry and come to her aid, same goes with Lucy, and so she made sure to never let them know about how much she was knocked about and hurt.
And as if by magic, a quick bleep alerted her of the fact that she had received a text. She knew that this wouldn't be Mark, the violent monster, because he stuck to phone calls and voicemails, which he had now given up on. And so she pulled her phone from the pocket of her coat and looked down to see that Punk had sent her a text message. Tia couldn't help but pull a small smile, but hissed a little and lifted a hand to her cheek to try and ease the pain that the stretch of a smile had caused.
Hey T! Guess who's back in chi-town 4 a few days? Coffee 2morrow?
Tia instantly sighed, she knew that he would want to meet with her considering the fact that she hadn't seen him for at least a month and a half. But it would be hard to do so, with Mark and the fact that she was currently sporting a nice range of bruises from a few nights ago when Mark returned home completely wasted. She had commented on his excessive drinking, and he responded with unnecessary violence towards her. Tia found herself biting down on her lower lip as she considered her options, she couldn't let Punk down, but she didn't know if she could bring herself to go out like this, or even dare to do so knowing that Mark might find out.
Welcome home! That'd be nice but I don't know if I can. Mark isn't work for long 2morrow & we have plans. T x
She felt bad lying to him, but he couldn't ever know about Mark and his violent habits, if he knew that Mark was keeping her locked in against her will he wouldn't accept it and would undoubtedly storm up to the door and demand her freedom. Clearly Punk was still suffering with his insomnia and had nothing better to do than text, as Tia received one within at least a minute of sending her own.
Oh come on, don't let me down. It's been 2 long! I'll even bring the coffee 2 u whilst Mark is work. How does that sound?
Punk had a point – if they were to meet, why not meet at her own home whilst Mark was working? At least then she knew that it would be easier to lie to Mark, because that way, she wouldn't have even left the house. But then again, she didn't enjoy being home, it held too many horrible memories for her and she wanted to be out of there as often as possible. After thinking through her options, she decided on the best way around it.
2morrow at 11am I think I'll be free. We can meet for coffee at the navy pier? I won't be able to stay for long though, lots 2 do. T x
Tia leant back against the damp bench, tapping her fingertips against the screen of her phone; occasionally wiping away the drops of ran which fell onto it. Already she was starting to feel bad as she thought about the possible consequences of her actions. What if Mark found out about her meeting with Punk? Going out against his will would be bad enough, but if he knew about her being out with another man, he would surely go mad!
Sounds great! Better not ditch me again. Why are u up so late?
Of course she couldn't help but feel a little bad in response to the words that she read. She didn't want to ditch Punk and their plans, but sometimes she had to, she had no choice but to! Mark would randomly take time off of work to see her when he was in one of his rare good moods – which usually ended up with her doing 'something wrong' and it would end in arguments and tears. Thinking of Mark, right now, she really needed to be heading home – even if it would end up with more violence. She needed to rest, even though she knew that she wouldn't get much of it because Mark was awake. But if fate was on her side, Mark would be out getting drunk and spend the night with some other chick from the pub – after all, he was always out sleeping with other women, and it disgusted her that he came home and forced himself upon her afterwards. And whilst standing up to prepare herself for her walk home, she pressed the send button of her last text for the evening and shoved the phone back into her pocket. It contained the perfect lie, to cover up her horrible life.
Couldn't sleep. Gotta go, I'll c u 2morrow T x
