Readers: This story was a request by SpiceGirl. Thanks so much again =) I don't own any characters except Leah. Read and Enjoy =)

Introduction

"No doctor…there has to be some kind of mistake." I said.

"I'm afraid not Miss. Swanson…you're definitely three weeks pregnant."

Tears formed in my eyes as I placed my hand on my belly. "Oh no…that bastard!"

"Ma'am if you want I we can always get rid of the baby." The doctor said.

I wiped my eyes and shook my head, "No. I want this baby…I'm just upset about who the father is."

He touched my shoulder gently, "I hope things work out for you."

Pain filled my heart as the doctor turned and left me all alone in my hospital bed. I sighed as I quickly embraced the loneliness in that room…in time…and in my life.

My name is Leah Swanson and my story began a few weeks after my graduation from high school. I was working down at our town's local arena during one of those WWE events when this handsome man stopped and asked for directions to the private bathrooms. I recognized this man immediately with his beady eyes, short brown hair and business suit on like his father.

Shane McMahon is his name, and at the time I thought he was a great guy. Anyways I didn't know what seemed to strike something in him, but he asked for my number. I gave it to him, thinking that he would never call someone like me. I mean I was short at only 5'3, really skinny with long curly brown hair and blue eyes. My skin was an ivory color that flushed in the bitter cold. In my eyes, I wasn't anything much to look at. My breast were only a C, I had curves and a butt that I didn't think needed to be as big as it was. Or maybe I'm exaggerating?

Anyways, he ended up calling me that next morning asking me to spend a day with him. I agreed to it thinking that this man had some interest in me. I was partially right…he took me to dinner and we made small talk amongst ourselves. He was an interesting guy with big goals in life…one of those being destroying my life forever. That very same night I gave him my virginity out of some hope that he would stay with me forever. We kept the relationship going for at least a year before he started to change.

I was verbally abused at first, and then things got…physical and they stayed that way up until three weeks ago. He had beat me, raped me, and thrown me out on the street far away from home. I had no food, water, and no clue of how to get home. I ended up passing out somewhere and these real nice people found me and brought me to my current location, the hospital. I have been here now for a week trying to heal.

I checked my bank account through the phone and was devastated when I found that Shane had cleaned it out completely. On top of that, I tried to call Shane directly and some bitch named Michelle picked up the phone and told me he didn't need me anymore. What a bastard…I was pregnant with his child and yet he had already moved on. I was all alone…and ready to die…