Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never have never will, if I did I wouldn't be writing this I would be living it.

WARNING: I TEND TO SWEAR A LOT. JUST BE PREPARED.

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"I'm a fucking retard." I thought to myself as I paced outside the building.

"A fucking hot headed, short tempered idiot." I said out loud, not really noticing my thoughts had become words.

"I just couldn't keep my fucking mouth shut. I had to speak my mind." I said, a little louder than before.

"I had it all. I got the hell out of that shitty ass town, I got to travel the world, be around beautiful men in spandex all day, who turned out to become some of my closest friends in the world, some of them like brothers and fathers to me. Sometimes I even got to help with pyro and blow shit up. I had the life I wanted in the biggest wrestling company in fucking history, and I pissed it all down the drain. Fucking retarded." I said, growling the last sentence before punching a wall.

"Owww! Shit!" I yelled my knuckles already starting to bleed.

"Well…… some things never change do they" I heard a familiar voice say from behind me. I spun quickly, trying to hide my bleeding hand behind my back.

"Chase Stevens!" I yelled, running and him.

"God its been to long sweetie!" He said dropping his bags to catch me in his arms, and spin me in circles as he always did.

He finally put my feet back down on the ground, but neither of us let go of one another. We just held on tight, occasionally rocking back and forth with excitement.

"God I missed you" I said for about the tenth time.

"Me to sweetie" He answered back, again for the tenth time.

"Well I'll be damned, Chase Stevens isn't gay after all!" A voice said from behind us.

"I know that voice!" I yelled, finally letting go of Chase to give the body belonging to the voice a hug.

"God Petey, why are you always so mean to him?" I asked, my trademark smirk laid softly across my lips.

"Cheap entertainment" He shrugged, before he to smiled and grabbed me into a hug."

"I missed you gorgeous" He whispered into my ear

"I missed your ugly ass too! " I laughed, holding on to him tighter so he wouldn't hit me.

"God, Adriana, its been way to long, where did you disappear to?" Petey asked

I looked down and the ground and began nervously kicking at the ground.

"I told you not to call me that." I mumbled, my hands shoved deep in my pockets

"Come on Phili, you at least owe us an explanation." Chase said, using the name most everyone called me.

"It's a long story, and I have a meeting with Zbyszko soon" I said trying to avoid the subject

"Are you coming back?" The two asked in unison.

"Hopefully." I said.

"Great we need some more women wrestlers around here anyway!" Petey exclaimed.

I bit my lower lip and tried not to cry.

"I….I….I cant wrestle anymore." I said barely above a whisper.

Chase and Petey both looked at me with shocked expressions laid across their faces.

"What… why… when… what?" Chase said, trying to form sentences.

"Part of the reason I left. Something happened one night, and I…. I got drunk." I started to say, tears already welling in my eyes.

"I um… tried to drive back to the apartment, but.. I… I.." I started to say but I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, I totally broke down.

Luckily Petey caught me before I fell, and gently lowered me to the ground with him. We sat there for what seemed like forever, but in reality was only about 10 minutes. Me balling my eyes out onto the front of Petey's shirt, while he held me close to his chest with one arm, his other hand running through my hair trying to calm me.

Chase was kneeling down next to us, whispering "It's okay sweetie, its gonna be okay" over and over again.

After about 10 minutes I finally gained enough composure back to lean forward enough to pull up my pants leg far enough to show the metal brace I was forced to wear for the rest of my life.

Petey whipped some of the stray tears from my face, while Chase stared in awe of the brace.

I choked back the tears long enough to tell the rest of my story.

"I…. I ran into another car, and the guy in it got pissed. I tried to give him my information and stuff, but he just kept screaming. I tried to get him to calm down, but he wouldn't. He kept telling me I was a crazy whore and a fucked up bitch, and so I pushed him. That…… That sent him over. He… He started hitting me. Everywhere he could. Face, arms, legs anything. He shoved me up against the car and shut my wrist in the door. 8, 9 times, he just wouldn't stop, that's the last thing I remember. I woke up in the hospital the next day, seriously hung over, four screws in my wrist, a grade 2 concussion, and I fractured my ankle in six places."

I started sobbing again. That's the first time I had ever told anyone what happened. The doctors had drilled me constantly, but I never said a word. They tried to con me into it, saying they just needed to tell the police, so that they could catch the guy who did it, but I knew they never would.

"Babe, I am so sorry. I should have been there with you. One of us should have been with you. Why didn't you call us?" Petey asked, going back to running his fingers through my hair.

"Well… the doctors. They kept bugging me, telling me the needed to contact someone, and let them know I was here. I told them I had no family, because I didn't want to bother you guys. You didn't deserve to be pulled into my stupid mistakes."

"Don't ever say that" Petey said, grabbing my chin and fixing his deep brown eyes on my light greens.

"Don't you ever say you don't have family. I will always be here for you no matter what. Nothing will change that. Ever." He said with the utmost sincerity.

I started to bawl again.

"Petey, I'm so sorry." I gasped in between cries.

"You have nothing to be sorry about." He said, removing his hand from my chin so my head was once again rested against his chest.

"Now come on, me and Chase will take you to Larry's office."

I nodded slightly, as Petey picked me up off the ground, one arm under my knees and the other in the middle of my back, as I clung to his neck.

"You got to let go sweetie, we need you back here."

I nodded slightly again, slowly putting my feet down and then finally letting go of his neck.

Petey took me by the shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

"How do you manage to look so beautiful even when you are crying?" He asked with a laugh, his thumb chasing away the last of the tears from my face.

I smiled slightly and hugged him again.

"I missed you Petey. And I love you."

"I love you too sweetie." He answered.

"Now come on, lets go see a man about a sandwich." Petey laughed at the old saying me and him used to use all the time.

I even laughed a little too.

"Come on babe you'll do fine" Petey said ushering me through the door to the Studio's.

I smiled up at him as he placed his arm around my waist, and Chase put his around my shoulders.

" God I missed you guys" I mused as we walked down the hall towards Larry's office.

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Let me just apologize now for any future spelling errors. I have minor dyslexia, so I do my best, but it sometimes gets on peoples nerves. So just for future reference,

t-e-h is The,

Which would be the most commonly misspelled word. So I am apologizing in advance for that one. I try to check it over before I post, but sometimes I still miss things.

Um, so what do you guys think so far?

-PA6