Rating NC-17: Language, drug use, sexual references and suicidal themes.
Summary: Abused by her boyfriend, Stacey loses all trusts and hopes with men until Phil comes along into her life. CM PunkXOC
Disclaimer: Like everyone else, no I don't own any of the characters. Though I do hope to own CM Punk sometime in the near future. I respect the WWE and the fellow superstars I have written about. This is just for me to pass my time as I wait to you to except me into the company. So please don't sue, I work in a department store so you wouldn't be making much from me anyway.
Chapter One.
"Stacey! Hurry up and get into the goddamn car before I really lose my patience!" Yelled Nick from the drivers seat. He was waiting outside his girlfriend of 2 years Stacey Adams house to go to the court downtown in their hometown of Chicago, Illinois. The court was basically a rundown large car park of an old Walmart that closed a few years ago. The government had never bothered to place a new shop in its place. And with the amount of graffiti and damage caused to the abandon store it would cost them a lot of money to repair, so they decided to let the city junkies have a place to shoot up rather then litter public toilets. He beeped the horn once again as he waited for Stacey to emerge from her house. He had been waiting for about 10 minutes, what the hell was taking her so long?
Stacey stood in front of her mirror in her small, pokey bedroom as she tried to wipe away her sticky, dry mascara that clung to her cheeks. Her eyes were red raw from her crying all afternoon. She stared down at the small cuts she had made on her left wrist earlier on in the afternoon. "I better cover them up." She said quietly to herself as she walked over to her small draw that sat beside her bed and pulled out a large, oversized, black hoodie and threw it over her head and pulled it through her arms. She quickly brushed her bleached blonde, shoulder length hair as she heard Nick beep the horn from outside her house. "Okay, I'm coming you fuckhead." She said to herself as she grabbed her small sack that was sitting on her bed and run outside to meet him in the car.
"Sorry." She said quietly as she opened the door of her boyfriend's old dodge and hopped inside. Nick ran his hand through his long, greasy brown hair as he resisted the urge not to strangle her in broad daylight.
"What took you so fucken long and why the fuck are you wearing a fucken hoodie for? Its like fucken 100 degrees out here!"
Stacey closed her eyes and bit her lip. Just her luck he was angry. Sure he was angry all the time around her, but when he used the word 'fuck' more then two times in a sentence she knew he was super pissed off. "I don't know." She whispered quietly.
"No, you don't seem to know much do you?" Nick spat as he started his car and reversed out of her driveway and headed down towards the court.
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As they reached the court they were joined by follow friends Chloe and Mike who were standing beside a bonfire in the middle of the carpark. "What the fuck is wrong with everyone? I am the only sane person here?" Nick said as he noticed the bonfire. It was June weather. It was in the middle of summer. Not winter.
"Hey Nick." Called out Mike as he walked over from the bonfire and gave him a shake on the hand.
Stacey sat in the car for a short while as she looked around the court. There were people standing around the carpark talking in groups while others were sitting against the walls of the abandon shopping mall smoking or dealing drugs. Stacey closed her eyes as she felt fresh tears starting to form in her eyes. She hated this life. But she didn't know what else she could do. She had no one to turn to. She had dropped out of school when she was sixteen, as she couldn't handle the study schedule and had small time jobs since then. Her mother was a drug addict whom committed suicide when Stacey was just eleven years old. While her father was had been in prison for the past 9 years for murdering one of his drug dealers. She didn't know much about her father. She never went to visit him in prison, not that she wanted to. She just remembered his voice. His deep, scary voice he used to use when he was angry with her mom when she was little. He had a voice just like Nick's when he yelled at her. She used to hide under the table in their kitchen as her mother and father used to yell at each other. She used to clutch her dolly Polly whenever she saw her father slap her mother. Polly always protected her. She knew Polly would never let her get hurt. She couldn't remember what they argued about, but it was usually about drugs. She did remember one argument they had though. She knew she'd never forget it.
"Jesus Christ Angela. You paid fucken two hundred dollars for this shit?" Yelled her father to her mother as Stacey hid under the kitchen table, away from their view.
"How the fuck was I supposed to know whether or not I was being ripped off? You never let me come with you when you go to buy this shit!" Yelled her mother back at her father.
"No, that's right because I know you'll be a fucken dumb bitch and get yourself ripped off." He said once again.
"Well fuck you Rob. I'm here at home with Stacey all the time. I can't fucken take her out onto the streets with you and me. I don't want her to see this shit." Angela yelled once more as tears began to fall from her eyes.
"I don't give a fuck about Stacey. She's your fault." He spat as he walked over to the fridge to get himself a beer.
"My fault? What does that mean?"
"You got yourself pregnant with her. You deal with her." He replied, taking a sip of his beer.
"What? She's your daughter too. You got me pregnant. I didn't make myself pregnant. I never wanted her either." Her mother replied back.
"Well I'm out of here. I'm not coming back either so don't you dare try to get child services onto my ass or I'll fucken kill you and her." He yelled as he walked out the front door and slammed it.
Stacey poked her head out from underneath the table as she saw her mother run into her bedroom slamming the door behind her.
The next day Stacey discovered her mother dead in her car.
Stacey's thoughts were interrupted as Chloe knocked on the car window. Stacey looked up as she saw the dark haired girl standing outside the car. Stacey smiled as she whined down the window as Chloe asked what she was doing. Chloe was her best friend. Even through her ups and downs Chloe always stood beside her. She knew Nick was a no good son of a bitch but she never criticized him to Stacey incase she hurt her. There was no risk to put their friendship on the line because of someone like him. He wasn't worth it. Chloe had known Stacey for about five years. She had actually met her through Nick who was friends with her boyfriend Mike, so she had something to thank him for. Chloe smoked, but she didn't do any of the hard drugs. Mike sometimes did a bit of weed, but nothing too serious like Stacey and Nick did. She wished Stacey would give up the drugs, but she knew her best friend was broken inside. Nothing would stop her. A chance to forget the pain she was living in was given to her when she became high. So she would continue to get high as much as she could. "I'm just day dreaming."
"You gonna come out and get some fresh air?" Chloe asked.
Stacey nodded her head as she hoped out of the car and shut the door. She hugged Chloe then made their way over to Nick and Mike who were small talking to each other.
"Hey Stacey." Smiled Mike as he saw Chloe and Stacey approach them.
Stacey smiled as she reached out and embraced Mike in a hug. He seemed like a nice guy. He treated Chloe good, but she couldn't trust him. She didn't trust any men. The two main men in her life, Nick and her father were assholes. They didn't care about her, so why should she care about them or any man for that matter?
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Phil Brooks or better known to fans worldwide as CM Punk walked into the male locker room after his match with John Morrison to freshen up. He walked over to his locker and opened up the door to get his gym bag out and placed it on the wooden bench behind him. He started to remove the tape he taped over his wrists before his match. He began to tug away when he saw John walk into the locker room clutching an icepack to the back of his neck. Phil cringed as he saw John walk over to the back of the room and sat down on a chair and leaned forward as he placed the icepack on the back of his head once again. Phil had accidentally dropped him on his neck during their match on ECW earlier before. He hadn't meant to, and he hopped John knew that. He hadn't lifted him properly and his hands gave way to John's body weight and went crashing to the ground. Phil sighed and ran his hand through his black hair and started to walk over towards John. "Hey."
John looked up and noticed Phil standing in front of him. He sighed as he gritted his teeth. He was angry, but he knew it wasn't Phil's fault. He was more angrier so that he had a date later that evening and with his neck playing up he wasn't sure whether or not he should go. He was looking forward to it since his spilt from long time girlfriend Melina Perez who was now dating Smackdown's Dave Batista. "Hey Phil."
Phil noticed his looked pissed off. He leaned down beside John. "Look I'm really sorry about this man, I didn't mean it."
"Of course you didn't. Don't worry. Shit like this happens, its wrestling."
Phil nodded his head agreeing, but still offered. "Well at least let me drive you to the hospital so they can get a better look at your neck."
"Nah I'll be fine. I'm busy tonight, I really don't want to be hanging around a hospital for hours waiting to be checked out." John replied as he slowly sat up and gasped as pain rushed through his neck and he clutched it with his hand.
"You sure? I know one of the nurses there. They're nice. I'll get you in straight away." Phil insisted.
John chuckled, "You're not going to give up are you?"
"No. Come on, like I said, I'll drive."
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"Stacey help me do this shit." Nick spat as he rolled his sleeve up and began to tie a piece of elastic around the top of his forearm.
Stacey who was sitting next to Chloe casually small talking sighed as she looked over at her boyfriend. "Can't you get Mike to?"
"No. Now have you got the stuff in your bag?" He replied.
"Yeah." She sighed quietly as she pulled her little sack out of her pocket in her hoodie and emptied the contents of it onto the dirty concrete floor she was sitting on. She picked up and syringe and handed it to Nick. She then slowly started to untie a small plastic bag full of heroin she had bought the other week. She picked up a small spoon that she also had in her sack and tipped a little of the light powder onto the spoon. She crawled over and sat in front of Nick and held out the spoon as he took out his lighter and started to heat up the spoon she held.
"This better be good shit Stacey." He said as he watched the powder melt and started to bubble.
"Its great baby. I got it from Chad who lives a few doors down from me. I know he wouldn't sell me cheap shit." She smiled as she filled the syringe with the melted powder. She looked up at the needle and gave it a little flick with her finger to mix it around in the tube. She then moved closer to Nick as he held out his arm and she slowly began to stick the needle into his arm and pressed down on the level so it released into his arm.
"Oh this is great." Nick smiled, closing his eyes, feeling the power of the drug begin to take control of his body. "Oh I love you Stacey."
Stacey smiled, though she knew the drugs were getting to his head, it was nice of him to actually say something pleasant to her, even though he didn't mean it.
After a few minutes Stacey realized Nick still hadn't opened his eyes from the shot she had given him. She nudged Chloe and they both gently shook Nick. "Nick, Nick." Stacey whispered quietly.
Nick slowly opened his eyes and managed to get the image of Stacey looking down on him through his blurry vision. "Ah fuck. How much shit did you give me? I don't feel that good."
"I don't know. A normal amount. I guess it was stronger then the usual dose I get." Stacey said shrugging her shoulders.
"You think you could drive me to the hospital? I really don't feel good." Nick said, rubbing his eyes.
"Sure baby." Stacey replied as her and Chloe slowly pulled Nick up to his feet and dragged him towards his car.
