AN: This is my newest wrestling story, starring my couple Mickie James and Brett Morris. This story takes place while the two are teens, and needless to say, it is an AU (Alternate Universe) story. With that said, here we go.

Chapter One: Things Start Off A Little Rough

Needless to say, Mickie's life growing up was, in lamest terms, really fucked up. Where did it start? Where do most problems with this type of magnitude usually start. At home. Her mom and Mickie would be at odds over almost anything. In reality, it was her mother's fault really. She would drink all of the time, and when she got really drunk and angry, she would beat Mickie, and she would really give it to her at random. Sometimes, it got really bad, and Mickie's mother would beat her unconscious, and leave her where she dropped. That is not it, not in the least, ladies and gentlemen.

At the age of fifteen, her mom would bring any man that she would find while she was out drinking. That wouldn't bother Mickie at all, but some, and let's face it, more than enough, all of them were most likely seedy characters with a record that was not clean, of course. Anyways, she would bring these guys home usually while Mickie was asleep in her room. Then whenever the guy that her mom brought home was done with her, they would come in with her, and take their turn with her.

One time, this guy with big tattoos on his arms, and long greasy hair, came into her room while she was asleep, and she bolted up as soon as he stepped into her room. She began to fight this guy as if she was fighting for her life, and in essence, she was. It didn't matter in the end though. The guy was way bigger than she was, and was able to overpower her. He pinned her down, and had his way with her. When he left, he would laugh as if what he did was something to be proud of. Mickie was left there, crying herself to sleep.

Out of all of the hell that she went through, however, there was a ray of sunshine in her life, and that was a close male friend of hers named Brett Morris. She has known him for a little while now. She was glad that he was in her life, for the reason that he was in a similar situation. He wasn't being abused, but he was the man of the house, and I mean that literally. His dad died a year earlier, and now he was the man in the house with his two older sisters, Kat and Kim, along with his mom, Lora. They treated Mickie as a member of the family with no problem, and that is what she needed in her life. The thing that really got to the two of them as they grew older, was that they were starting to notice each other, and in a way that would make them more than friends.

Mickie knew that something big was going to happen between the two of them, and now those things are going to happen really soon, of course.

Present Day

Mickie was sitting in Brett's room, laying on his bed, watching him playing his video games. She really didn't have anything to do right now, because her mom was out, getting drunk most likely, and seeing as how this was the best place to hang out with her friend, this being his room in his house, she felt like that she had another home. She placed her hands behind her head, and sighed constantly. She could really get used to being here.

"Man, you are really making yourself comfortable over there, aren't you?" Brett laughed, kidding around with Mickie.

"Your bed is comfortable, that is why." Mickie laughed, nudging her friend's back with her bare foot.

"So, what's been going on at home?" Brett almost asked her out of nowhere.

"Well enough. I am alive and here, aren't I?" Mickie asked him. Brett sighed really loudly, meaning that Mickie was starting to get on his nerves. She hated to do that to someone who really cared about her, but in all honesty, it really was not Brett's business to wonder what he was going through.

"Jesus. Talking to you and trying to have a conversation at the same time is like pulling fucking teeth." Brett moaned.

"Really, though, things are going alright at home. Me and my mom get into it frequently, but things are really fine." Mickie said. She looked at the wall clock, and saw that it was after eight in the evening. She slipped her shoes back on, grabbed her backpack, and her jacket as well.

"Look, in all sincerity, if you need somewhere to stay for the night, I am right here, and not far away, okay?" Brett told her in a serious and almost fatherly tone of voice.

"Thanks for caring about me so much, but I will be fine." Mickie said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright then, bye." Brett said, watching his friend walk out the door to his room.

If there was one thing that Mickie hated about coming home, was coming home. That, and she did not know what she was going to face once she entered her home. As she stood out on her front porch, she took a deep breath, and went inside. She looked around, and besides the fact that the house was still standing, it was eerily quiet. Mickie wondered if something was wrong, but then she just shook off the bad feeling that she was having, and went upstairs to her room.

There was something about the fact being in her house alone that really got to her, or rather made Mickie really think. Something probably happened to her mom, or she is probably staying over at someone's house for the night. Either way, it wasn't something that she could really think about now.

With a sigh of relief, Mickie changed into her pajamas, crawled into bed, and went to sleep.

AN: There is plenty more to come, so stay tuned for that. What is going to happen? Read and find out!