Thanks to everyone that read my other stories. I try to change things up as much as I can. I like using certain characters for my stories, I'll still be using the same characters, but I have a different story idea. I have my favorite characters, I hope it doesn't get boring. I'm hoping that even though I'm using some of the same characters people will still be interested in the story. I try to challenge myself in my writing every time I write by writing more emotional stories. I don't know how long it will be, some of what I write will be planned out while other parts may suddenly pop in my head. This story will challenge me, I hope I improve as a writer. I hope everyone enjoys it.

Between Enemy Lines

Chapter One

Eliza didn't have it easy growing up, her father was never there for her and her mother died when she was about sixteen. She couldn't pay the bills, she was just a high school student with a minimum wage job. She had a car that would get her where she needed to go, but she wasn't sure how long it would last her. She was miserable, she would stop by a homeless shelter to take a shower and get something to eat, but the shelter was too packed for her to stay so she had no choice, but to live in her car. A lot of students would make fun of her for wearing the same clothes. Most of them didn't know about her situation, she didn't talk to many people. She didn't need a doctor to tell her, she knew she had depression, sometimes she would think about taking her life. She eventually dropped out of high school because she knew that even if she finished, she would never be able to pay for college and get a job she actually wanted. The one thing that stopped her from taking her life was her faith. She always prayed to God that things would get better, she felt guilty for feeling down about herself, she was struggling, but she thought there was always someone in a worse situation than she was.

When a tornado ripped through her town, she was heartbroken by all the lives lost and damage it caused. Even though she was struggling herself, she wanted to help people. She wasn't sure if she would find any survivors, but she heard a cry for help. She looked around and finally saw a little old lady in her late sixties struggling beneath the rubble. It took Eliza all the strength she had to move the rubble off the lady and help her. She waited with the woman until help arrived, she didn't know why, but for some reason she went with the woman to the hospital. Once she knew the lady would make a recovery they started talking and getting to know each other. The lady thanked Eliza for saving her life. One part of the town that wasn't destroyed was where the church stood. When the lady made a full recovery, she welcomed Eliza to her church. Eliza felt out of place since she hadn't been to a church since her mom passed away. There were all kinds of activities Eliza could do. The lady helped Eliza learn how to sew. Eliza became very skilled in sewing and would make outfits for men, women, and children. Eliza did it just to help people, but people started paying her for it, eventually she was making more money making outfits than she was at her job. Eliza was happy to help people in need even if she was in need herself. She finally started making enough money to find her a small trailer. Bills weren't so hard to pay and she was happier. Everything seemed to be turning around.

One thing she didn't expect was for one man that lived near her to break in one night, beat her and rape her. He would have killed her, but after begging him, she convinced him to let her live. She promised never to tell anyone and told him that maybe she could be of use to him. He had a way of tracking her down and watching her every move. She could live her life pretending nothing was wrong. She was about twenty one the first time she was raped. For about two months the man would repeatedly beat and rape her. She would wear long clothes to cover the bruises and scars that covered her arms and legs. A few people at the church would ask her if anything was wrong. She felt bad about lying, but faked a smile and held back tears as she lied and told everyone that she was fine. Eventually the man that had been raping her started behaving differently. Eliza thought maybe he was changing his ways. He started to seem more loving and caring. Eliza was always terrified even when he changed his attitude. After being raped and beaten so many times, she became fearful of men and knew that if she made one wrong move, he could kill her. Sometimes she would wish for death every time he raped her, she began feeling worthless as he used to call her. After being raped almost every day for about two months, Eliza became pregnant.

Once she told him, he lost interest in her and finally let her go. He stopped watching her and communicating with her, but there was still fear in her mind about him returning to kill her if she ever told anyone. She was free physically from her rapist, but stuck with the fear and memory forever. Now she was pregnant with his child. She never imagined having a baby this way. She had always hoped to be happily married before having a baby. Other women who didn't want a baby could have easily got an abortion, but Eliza couldn't bring herself to do it, even though she had been raped and impregnated, she couldn't end the life of a baby growing inside of her. She was raised better than that, she knew it was wrong. People at the church would look at her in disgust since she wasn't married and didn't know who the father was. Nobody knew her story. She could never tell anyone. She eventually stopped going to church because she knew people were judging her. One day she heard someone call her a whore behind her back and she broke down in tears. She wasn't sure if she would ever go back to church again. She wasn't sure if she would ever find love. She wasn't sure if she would ever pour out her heart to someone or ever trust a man. Two years had passed and she now had a baby boy she named Noah. She would still make money making outfits from the people that would buy from her.

She was struggling now more than ever. She couldn't hardly take care of herself, how was she to take care of Noah? A lot of times she would skip meals and buy what Noah needed. It wasn't her plan to be raped and raise a baby on her own. She still loved Noah more than anything and would do anything for him. Social Services had been watching her and told her that they would give her two months, but if she couldn't take better care of Noah that they would take him from her. She knew she had to get a better job, she cried and prayed to God that things would get better, she didn't want to lose her son. Finally it seemed like her prayers had been answered. A few of the women that wrestled with WWE liked the outfits she was making and she got a job offer once she said she did men and women's clothes. She now had a job with WWE designing and making outfits. It was hard sometimes traveling with Noah and making the outfits, but everyone seemed satisfied with her work and accepted her. She would sometimes see some of the wrestlers that worked there, but she always stayed quiet and out of the way. She became friends with a lot of the women, but stayed away from the men. She still never told anyone about her life's story. One night she was caught off guard when a man called out to her.

"Hey."

Eliza was in the middle of something and jumped when someone called out to her. She looked at the man trying to hide the look of fear on face. She recognized the man to be Dean Ambrose. She couldn't help but be intimidated by his size and how close he was. He didn't really know her, but could tell that she seemed afraid. She was a short, timid woman with dark brown eyes and long dark hair with red highlights in her hair. Dean held up his hands to show her that he meant her no harm.

"Hey... easy ok. Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I was on my way to the locker room and my jacket caught and ripped on a door on my way out. I asked around, everyone said you were really good at what you do. So... you think you can fix it before the night is over?"

Dean handed Eliza his jacket, she slowly took it from him and looked at him still feeling nervous around him. She finally answered him quietly.

"Sure... I'll do my best."

Eliza stopped what she was doing and started working on Dean's jacket. Dean was going to walk away, but he was slightly interested in her.

"You don't have to do it right now. Finish what you were doing. You have all night. Sorry if I stressed you out. I can come back another time if you need me to."

Dean was going to grab his jacket, but Eliza kept her hand on it.

"No... its ok Dean, I'll get it done."

"Ok cool. So hey... you know me, but I don't know you. What's your name?"

Dean was really close to Eliza. She backed up a step, but answered him.

"Eliza."

Dean signed at this.

"Did I do something wrong? Are you scared of me? Did I piss you off, what's the deal?"

"I'm sorry... it's not you... I've just been through a lot in the past few years. I guess I have trust issues."

"You and me both sweetheart. Seriously... Eliza, I'm a pretty chill kind of guy, I'm not here to cause you any trouble... unless you're looking for trouble."

Dean smirked at her as he said the last part. Eliza looked at him with wide eyes.

"I'm kidding ok... you said you have trust issues... like a bad break up or something?"

Eliza shrugged.

"Kind of... only it wasn't really a relationship to begin with."

Dean was confused at this.

"What do you mean?"

Eliza started to hear Noah crying and went over to pick him up. Then she went back over to Dean.

"It's kind of complicated... and personal. I don't really want to talk about it."

Dean was surprised when Eliza picked up Noah.

"Wait... is this your kid? Are you married?"

"This is my son... Noah, but no... I'm not married... his dad... isn't really the loving and supportive type... It's just us."

"That really sucks... my dad ditched me too."

Eliza looked at Dean with a different look now. She wasn't as afraid anymore.

"You too huh? So... we both kind of have a crappy life... Your dad wasn't there for you, my dad wasn't there for me... Noah... doesn't really have a dad... He had no problem doing the things he did to me, but once he found out I was pregnant, he wasted no time getting away from me... Kind of a good news, bad news thing... the good news is, I finally got rid of him, the bad news is, I'm on my own trying to take care of Noah... I love Noah, but this isn't how I imagined having a baby... I thought things would be different. I need this job... before I had this job, I would skip meals just so I could buy what Noah needed. Social Services could still take him away from me. I can't let them do that. I can't let them take Noah, I had a hard time taking care of myself, but now I have something to live for. I love Noah more than anything and no one is taking him from me."

Dean felt really bad for them.

"So when you said it was personal, you weren't kidding."

Eliza sighed as she held Noah.

"That's only part of the story... There's more to it, but I don't know if I can tell anyone... I've made friends with a lot of the women here, but there are things nobody knows about me... I don't know if I can ever tell anyone the whole story."

"Woah... hang in there. Keep your head up. You're with WWE now, you're in good hands. You take care of your kid, and take care of yourself, really, there's no rush about the jacket. You still seem a bit freaked out, is there someone bothering you? You let me know, I'll take care of them for you. I got your back ok? I have a match to get ready for, but I'll be back to check up on you later if that's ok."

Eliza held Noah in her arms and then gave Dean a small smile.

"Thanks Dean."

Eliza watched as Dean left, she held Noah in her arms until he fell asleep, then she put him in a mobile crib and went back to work on Dean's jacket. She didn't want to get too comfortable just yet, but for some reason, she felt like she could trust Dean. Dean didn't know what it was, but he seemed to feel some kind of instant connection with Eliza, maybe it was because of Noah. She had mentioned that she didn't really know her dad, Noah didn't know his. Dean wanted to know more about her, he wanted to find out what else they had in common and who hurt her. He could tell by the way she was acting that she had been hurt in some way. He wanted her to trust him.

(To be continued. Emotional first chapter... things are just getting started. I'm challenging myself with this story. Let me know what you think. Review.)