I looked at the application I had sent in to become part of the RAW creative team ,and I got in. The information read..

Name: Laura

Age: 23 years old

Long brown hair that reaches past my shoulders and 5'7 weighing about 120lbs.

I put the application aside, sometimes I think this job might of been a mistake.

I sat at the computer trying to come up with more storylines for the RAW crew, but I just couldnt. The only creative things I had were for that one man, and what an amazing man he was.

Adam Copeland...all 6'5, gorgeous blonde hair that reached his shoulders, the perfect body and perfect man. Why did I keep thinking about him when I'm with one of his close friends? Randy Orton.

Yeah..Randy was gorgeous, he had a perfect body and was gorgeous.

But that didnt matter. He didnt treat me like I thought I should be treated. With respect. He'd always yell at me for things saying 'Laura, why did you book our flight to late?' or 'Why do you keep calling me im going over my match with so and so...' It was always something different, something that upset me. He always did this. This is nothing that was going to change anytime soon.

I want to break up with him, but I'm not sure how to. I dont feel like getting a bad reputation around here. Lord knows thats the last thing I want to do. Maybe I should giveup, and stay with Randy.

No, I couldnt do that, I cant stay unhappy just to please the man and the lockeroom. There was a knock at the door.

I sighed, closed my eyes for a minute, then opened them. I got up, walked over to the door and opened it.

"Why, hello baby." Randy said pulling me into a hug. "How are things, and why are you up this late?" He asked looking around.

"Working on your storyling with Adam."

"Adam?" he asked.

"Yeah..you know..Adam Copeland." I said clearly.

"Since when do you call him by his real name? I thought you normally call him Edge.."

I rolled my eyes and sat back down. He sat on the couch and looked around my apartment.

"You still thinking about moving to St. Louis with me?" He asked opening a can of soda.

I looked away trying to act like I was very involved with my work.

He stared at me.

I looked at him and looked away.

He continued staring.

"Well..?" he asked.

"Oh.. I dont know, possibly." I said forcing a smile to my face.

He nodded, got up and came over to me.

"I was looking at your cell before.." He started to say.

I turned to him.."What? what the hell are you doing looking at my cell phone? I didnt give you permission!"

"Oh sorry. We're in a serious relationship for 4 months now and I thought we wouldnt have secrets from eachother."

"It's only 4 months and who said we were serious?" I asked, my eye twitching.

"Ok then.." he said..his face growing red.

"Listen..you dont invade my privacy. Im sick of you doing this, taking my stuff without asking, and bossing me around, I'm not your fucking slave damnit!" I said throwing my book i had in my hand on the floor.

All he could do was stare at me as his face grew redder.

I didnt know what to do, I wanted to end it there. And I was going to.

"Randy..its over. Get out, take your stuff. Bye." I said walking into the bedroom.

He followed me in.

"No!"

"What? i said get out!!"

"NO!"

He came closer to me and pushed me against the wall..He put his hand over my mouth...I couldnt move, I couldnt yell..What is going to happen??