Another Sasha Banks/Seth Rollins story. Or should I say Sesha Ballins. *Laughing*
The idea for it came from one of my friends from work.
SUMMARY: Sasha Banks is attacked while out with friends one night. She slowly goes through the after effects. Later she finds out she is pregnant. Not sure what to do, Seth Rollins offers his support to her and she takes him up on the offer.
CHARACTERS: Sasha Banks/Seth Rollins, Becky Lynch/Finn Balor, Charlotte/Sami Zayn, Bayley, Dana Brooke, Carmella, Alexa Bliss, Stephanie McMahon, Triple H, Mick Foley and many others.
Chapter 1
Mercedes Kaestner-Varnado aka Sasha Banks laid on the floor of her bedroom. She could not believe what had happened. She could not believe she was not able to fight back. She could not believe she let her friends leave and stay at the bar alone.
Mercedes had gone out with a few of her friends outside of the WWE for a night on the town in Boston, Massachusetts where she lived. The four had gone out to dinner and then a bar. Mercedes ended up meeting a guy at the bar. The two really hit it off. Her friends were all ready to leave. Mercedes told them to go, but she wanted to stay and talk to the guy she met. He seemed so nice and everything. He said he would make sure she got home okay. Mercedes and her friends were blinded. Like so many women usually all.
The guy ended up walking Mercedes home. She had had too much to drink too. She got light headed a little. But then she suddenly found herself being pushed into an alley. She tried fighting back but he overpowered her. She should have been able to. She knew how to maneuver out of stuff like that. The alcohol must have made it harder.
But he overpowered her. She tried to fight, but it was no use. He had her where he wanted her: on her back, getting her panties off, his pants undo and then raping her. She still tried fighting. But he was able to hold her down. He choked her, keeping her down.
The pain was unbearable as he moved hard and fast into her body. It was too much for her. She never minded it with any other men to had been with. Of course, she was able and willing with those men.
Once he was done, he stood up and while he redid his pants, he said to her, "Thanks, babe." He then left her there.
Mercedes cried hard after what had happened. It took her a minute or two to get up off the ground. She stumbled a little as she walked, trying to get to her apartment. As soon as she was inside her apartment. She quickly closed the door and locked it. She ended up falling to the floor. She finally pulled her heels off her feet. She then forced herself to get up and get to the bathroom.
She quickly turned the shower on. She got out of her dress as quickly as possible, ripping it. And she didn't care for it. She then climbed into the shower. She forced herself to stand and wash herself. She watched as blood washed away down the drain as she showered. She cried. She slowly moved down to the shower floor. She sat down and cried.
Now Mercedes laid on the floor of her bedroom in her bathroom, crying. Her head was clear now. The effects of the alcohol had worn off now. She understood what truly happened. She couldn't believe it.
The next day, Mercedes received contact from her three friends wondering what happened with the guy. Mercedes didn't tell them what happened. She said she was not going to see him again. She said he got a little nasty after her friends left and she told him off.
Mercedes laid in bed as the events ran through her head again later that night. She cried. She should have known better. It was her own fault it happened. She had drunken too much.
Her cell phone suddenly began to ring. It scared her. But she reached for it on her nightstand. It was Pamela "Pam" Martinez, better known as Bayley to the WWE Universe. Mercedes sighed and answered her phone.
"Hello," She said.
"Hey sweetheart," Pam replied. "I tried Facetiming you earlier and you didn't answer. Plus, I sent you a text and you didn't answer. Normally, you are able to answer my Facetimes and you always usually reply to my text right away."
"I'm sorry," Mercedes replied. "I…I…I…" She began to cry.
"Oh, my god, Mer. What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"I was raped!" Mercedes admitted with a sob.
"Oh, my fucking, god, Mercedes!" Pam replied. "When did it happen? Are you all right?"
"It happened last night. No, I'm not okay!"
"Tell me what happened."
"I met a guy at a bar when I went out with a few friends last night," Mercedes began crying. "My friends left and he walked me home. However, I was really drunk and stumbled. He pushed me into an alley and attacked me. I tried to fight back, but I couldn't!"
"Dear God! Did you go to the hospital?"
"No, I couldn't. It was my own fault anyway. I stayed behind alone while my friends left. I drank too much. It was so stupid!"
"No, Mercedes," Pam said. "That was not your fault at all! Yes, you were drunk, but the guy was an asshole. A lot of women have been in your situation. Being raped is never anyone's fault! Are you okay? Physically that is?"
"I think so," Mercedes sobbed. "It was rough and I am a little sore. But I think so."
"I know you don't want to go to a doctor. But you should. You should just make sure you are okay down there and inside."
"I understand, but I'm too scared. I don't want any judgment passed on me!"
"Does your mom know?" Pam asked.
"No," Mercedes said as tears streamed down her cheeks. "You are the first I've told. My friends texted me asking about the guy today. I lied to them. I told them he turned into a jerk after they left and I left him high and dry."
"Okay."
"Please help me, Pam!"
"God, Mercedes," Pam said. As she sat at home, tears streamed down her cheeks. Her very best friend was hurt and in the worst way. She wanted to be there with her.
"I don't want to be alone with this. But I don't want to talk to my mom about it. I want you or one of the other girls!"
"I know, hun…
"…I'll go to the doctor and get checked out. Just be available for me to call."
"Yes."
"Thank you," Mercedes said as tears came to her eyes again.
"You're always welcome, Mercedes. I'm so sorry I am not there. I want to be," Pam replied.
Mercedes nodded her head. She began a little with that of the tears.
Pam did too.
The next day, first thing in the morning Mercedes went to a clinic. She did not want to go to her gynecologist or even her regular doctor. As she sat in the waiting room, filling out the forms for first time clients, Mercedes thought she saw people looking at her and seeing the bruises on her neck. She zipped up the collar of the half-zip sweatshirt she wore, hoping to hide the bruises. Mercedes also had a hard time trying to write down what was wrong. However, she was able to write down about needing to see a doctor for female reasons.
"Mercedes," The physician's assistant called about an hour later.
Mercedes slowly stood up and walked over to her.
"Good morning. How are you?" The assistant asked.
"Okay," Mercedes replied.
The assistant nodded her head. She took Mercedes right back. The assistant asked her weight and height. Mercedes told her. She then sat down at a small desk with the assistant. The assistant took her vitals and asked her what brought her in.
"Please don't judge me," Mercedes whispered as she slowly began to cry.
The assistant looked at what Mercedes had described was her aliments. The assistant came over. She bent down in front of Mercedes. "Were you attacked?"
Mercedes nodded her head.
"And you didn't go to the hospital did you after?"
Mercedes nodded her head again.
The physician's assistant nodded her own head. "Don't worry, Mercedes," She said. "We'll get you looked at. We have a general female physician here. I'll make sure she knows. I'll see if one of my coworkers can cover for me for me to be in the room with you and her."
"Thank you," Mercedes said, wiping away tears.
"It's all right. We do see many women in here after they've been attacked. You were smart to come."
Mercedes nodded her head.
"All right," The physician assistant said. She got up and walked back around to the other side of the desk.
A few minutes later, Mercedes sat on the medical table in a gown waiting for the doctor. She texted Pam letting her know she was in the exam room. Pam was glad to hear that. She told Mercedes to text her or call her right after.
The doctor came in a few minutes after that. It was a female doctor and the physician's assistant as well.
"Hi Mercedes," The doctor said.
"Hi," Mercedes said.
"I'm Dr. Stuart. This is Bethany. She said she didn't tell you her name."
"No. Thank you for your help so far, Bethany."
"Yes," Bethany replied.
"All right," Dr. Stuart said. "I know what happened. I'll give you a full exam. I see you have bruises from what happened."
"Yes," Mercedes said, putting her hands on her neck.
"All right. Go ahead and lay back.
Mercedes laid back on the medical table. Bethany pulled the pillow down from the top and set it for Mercedes to set her head on. Dr. Stuart opened up the stir-ups. Mercedes placed her feet on them.
Dr. Stuart performed the full exam. Bethany was at Mercedes's side, helping to keep her calm. Mercedes appreciated it. Dr. Stuart moved up from her spot a few minutes later.
"You are okay, Mercedes. And you'll be okay," Dr. Stuart said.
Mercedes nodded her head.
"Go head and sit up," Dr. Stuart said, folding the stir-ups back up.
Mercedes sat up.
"Can I check out those bruises?"
"Yes," Mercedes replied.
Dr. Stuart stepped forward. She felt around Mercedes's neck. "These are okay too. From listening to you, you are breathing normally and fine. Do you have any problems there?"
"No. Just the bruises."
"Good."
"Is there anything else we should see about?"
"Do you have any other pains or anything?"
Mercedes shook her head.
"No, you are good, Mercedes. Bethany and I will leave you and get changed," Dr. Stuart suggested.
Mercedes nodded her head.
Ten minutes later, Mercedes was on the phone with Pam.
"I'm okay," Mercedes said.
"Good," Pam replied.
"I'm afraid to go back to work tomorrow," Mercedes admitted. "I don't want to sit at home. But I don't know if I can face anyone. I don't know how I can explain the bruises on my neck either."
"Well, they have mostly faded, right?"
"A bit. But still."
"I know."
"I can't handle this at all right now."
"Mercedes, you are going to have to tell Stephanie and Mick at least. I mean you might not want in the ring for a little bit."
"I think you're right. I am a bit nervous to be in public right now. All I want to do is see you and the girls. I want to tell them, because I want their support." Mercedes began to cry. "I love my friends here. But I spend so much time with you all. I want to be with all of you, you know?"
"I do know. I am the same way. We all were at NXT together. But just come to work tomorrow. We'll all be there."
"Okay," Mercedes said. "I'm going to go home now."
"All right, call me if you need me," Pam replied.
"Thanks, love."
"You're welcome."
"Bye," Mercedes said.
"Bye."
Mercedes ended the call on her phone. She sighed. She made her way home.
That night Mercedes packed her bags to head back on the road with work. She sighed thinking about heading back to work. She couldn't be alone in her apartment anymore. She wanted to be around people. She wanted to be around her work family. Especially Pam, Ashley Fliehr (Charlotte), Ashley Sebera (Dana Brooke), and the rest of the girls. However, she didn't have Becky Quin (Becky Lynch), Leah Van Dale (Carmella), and Lexi Kaufman (Alexa Bliss).
Mercedes bit her lip. She looked at the clock. It was only ten o'clock. She climbed onto her bed, grabbing her phone.
"Hey Mercedes," Becky said answering her own phone.
"Hi," Mercedes said.
"What's up, hun?"
"Not much. How's Fergal?"
"He's great. We're just lying in bed, enjoying our last night together before I head out tomorrow morning."
"That's nice," Mercedes said. She suddenly thought of the other night. She couldn't help as she began to cry.
"Awe. What's wrong, sweetheart?" Becky asked.
"I was raped a few nights ago," Mercedes admitted, sobbing.
"Oh, my God!"
"What's wrong?" Mercedes heard Fergal say.
"Don't tell him!" Mercedes sobbed again.
"No, no," Becky said. "I'm going into the living room."
"Becky," Mercedes heard Fergal speak again.
"You can wait for right now!" Becky replied. Mercedes listened on the phone. She heard a door open or close. "Tell me what happened."
Mercedes told Becky about what happened two night ago.
"Pam is right, Mercedes," Becky said. "It isn't your fault. That guy was an asshole."
"I know," Mercedes said. "I went to a clinic today to get checked out. I didn't go to the hospital after it happened. I made my way home and took a shower." Mercedes sobbed.
"I'm sorry, Mer. I couldn't image what you went through and are."
"Don't either. I thought I could fight back. But he was too strong for me."
"Sometimes we try, but we can't. And you did try."
"I really did. I was thinking about how I'll be heading back to work tomorrow and I'll be seeing all the girls for Raw. I then thought about you, Leah, and Lexi. The ones I won't see. And I wanted to call you and talk."
"I'm glad you did. Even if Fergal was an ass. I'll deal with him in a little bit. But I didn't let you say what the doctor said at the clinic."
"I'm okay down there. I don't know anything with that right now."
"Don't think about it. But you do need to tell Stephanie and Mick tomorrow."
"I will. I just don't know how to deal with everyone tomorrow. Especially most of the guys."
"They don't need to know. If you don't want people near you so close tell them just to step back a little. That you are not in a good mood and do not want to talk about it," Becky said.
"That's an idea. I'll have that in mind."
"Yes."
"Well, I'll let you go so Fergal will calm the hell down about me taking his fiancée away for just a few minutes," Mercedes said.
"Oh, he's still going to get yelled at just a little. I won't tell him what you told me. But I will say you just needed to talk to me about something that he and I will not discuss," Becky replied.
"That works."
"Good. If you need me, sweetheart, call me."
"I will. Thank you."
"Try to sleep if you can. I love you."
Mercedes laughed. "I love you too. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Bye."
"Bye," Mercedes said. She then ended the call on her phone. She set her phone down and laid back on her pillows.
Mercedes sat up again suddenly. She grabbed her phone. She was able to tell two important people about what happened to her. She could tell her mom.
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