A/N Short Story. This was an old one I wrote. I edited a LOT on this and I hope enjoy it. Confused on anything juast ask. Oh and don't worry,I'll get to What About Now soon! Just got sidetracked...hopefully chapter 7 will be up by Monday :) Hugs and kisses!

So you won't be confused:
The guys (and my character Torie) are in a band named Masked Threat..I know weird right?

Hunter:Lead Singer

Torie:Lead Singer

Randy Orton:Guitarist

Shawn Michaels:Guitarist

Kane:Drummer

John Cena:Song writer and music producer

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"Torie, wake up,please," I heard a distant voice call. I was falling in and out of consciousness, in a hospital room. I felt wires connected to my body in all different directions, like they were doing some evil expirement on me.
"John," was the last word I heard myself say until I fell into complete darkness.

A Week Later

I felt soft lips brush mine, I opened my eyes and saw the figure of my boyfriend Hunter.
"Hey babe, you ok?" He began to brush the hair out of my eyes with such gentleness that I would have never thought almost a muscular man of his size had in him.

"Yea, I think I'm ok," I managed to get out. My voice was a bit raspy and dry due to being asleep for a while.

"Well you have been in a small coma for almost two weeks..I and the guys have been really worried. Especially John." I was stunned at the moment a small coma for two weeks. What the hell happened?

"Well hello sunshine." The doctor came in the room and asked, "How do you feel?" He read through some papers that were tightly attached to the silver clipboard in his hands.

"Um better, what, how did this happen?" I sat up and stared at the doctor and Hunter in confusion.

"Well you were dropped off over a month ago after fainting, I think at home, is that correct sir?" He then looked at Hunter who looked down almost as if what happened was his fault and nodded slowly.

"Yea that's right," he gripped my hand tightly in his large one and faced me,"Torie we tried waking you up,but failed miserably. John and I brought you here. He actually stayed with you while the rest of the band including myself had to go and cancel our gig,did you notice?"

"No I don t think so where is he? I want to speak to him."

"I will leave you two..Torie I just need you to try and walk to get your body moving. Once you are all ready you can go." The doctor smiled and left Hunter and I in the room. Once he left John walked in with that crazy smile of his that left dimples embedded on his cheeks.

"Torie you're up!" He tackled me with a hug, which kind of hurt, but it was from him so it was acceptable.

"Johnny boy! How's everything?" I adjusted myself so that I sat up straight and took a sip of water that Hunter offered while John grabbed a chair in the nearby corner.

"I'm fine but how are you? I haven t seen you, well since the night that started all of this. The band has been real busy now, going to Europe soon." He sat by me and Hunter suddenly walked toward the door after John mentioned that night. 'Why is he acting so odd?' I thought while John got himself comfortable on the steel chair placed right by my bed.

"Hey Hunter where you going?" I began to shift the hospital bracelet which began to irritate my wrist.

"You two should catch up."

"Are you okay hon?"

"Course. I'll come back in a bit..just need some air." The door closed with a soft click and I looked at John questioningly. He shrugged and I did as well beginning to talk about what I missed in the last two weeks. All the time I thought about how John and I actually met in a hospital. He was an intern and I happened to be there visiting my sick grandmother. Goofy. Weird. Adorable. Smart. All the things that made us click so quickly instantly becoming best friends a couple of days later.

Two Days Later

"Torie! Kane,the drummer of the band,"yelled excitedly once I stepped foot through the door. I had just arrived from the hospital, into the wild and crazy home of Masked Threat.

"Kane!" I dropped my duffel bag and tackled the near seven foot gigantor with a hug. He spun me around a couple of times before I urged him to put me down or else I would throw up on him.

"I missed you. Too many guys in this place."

"Missed you too big guy," I kissed his cheek,"now can you put my bag in my room please?" I pouted and he crossed his arms in front of his broad and muscular chest.

"Just got here and ya already telling me what to do," he shook his head,"women." I shoved him playfully and watched as he grabbed my bag and made his way up the stairs mumbling under his breath. I smiled and turned toward the living room,already spotting Shawn and Randy,the guitar players, sitting down comfortably watching Perfect Getaway.

"The guy with the glasses is actually the bad guy." I watched as Randys ears turned a dark red. Got him.

"Why the fuck would you...Torie? Torie!" He immediately jumped over the couch and tackled me with a hug.

"Sweetheart!" Shawn paused the movie and tackled me too.

"How do you feel?" He placed his hand on my shoulder lightly.

"Better than ever. I just..I still don't know what happened."

"Well I don't know. Cena and Hunter just called us up when Kane,Randy and I were at the bar that night."

"Yeah. Said you tripped and hit your head badly somehwere. Have you asked Hunter yet?" Randy added rubbing at his now growing beard.

"No..I guess I'll ask him later on. I'm gonna take a nap in the meantime though." I gave them hugs once again and walked up the winding staircase in the home walking past Kane who left his room with drum sticks in hand. I gave him a nod and walked to my room. When I opened the door I finally felt at home. The place that held so many memories after the guys picked me to be their lead singer beside Hunter. I jumped on my bed and embraced my covers, "Home sweet home," I whispered to myself engulfing the scent of strawberries and sweet perfume.

"You having fun?" Hunter asked peeking his head through the door.

"Oh hey Hunter. Yes, yes I am." He walked into my room and closed the door behind him. Once I felt the other side of my bed go down in his weight,I sat up next to him.

"So..do you know how I got into the coma?" I saw his body stiffen as soon as the words flowed from my tongue and out of my mouth into his very receptive ears.

"I'm sorry...so...sorry." Hunter began to wipe the tears that began to fall from his eyes freely. I moved in closer to him and made him face me,confused at his reaction to my question.

"Hunter what happened? Please tell me." The silence went on for a couple of minutes before Hunter began to speak. "That night..we were arguing. You were uh in the bathroom. I was in here,ya know how we spend friday nights together in your bedroom cuddled up together. Anyway,your phone...someone left a message and I checked it. It was from Cena. Something about seeing a rose and it reminding him of you...I got angry Torie...jealous. You walked out of the bathroom and I began to yell...we started arguing...jesus christ Torie I'm so sorry.." Hunter at this point was pacing back and forth in front of me,gripping his hair tightly. I pieced all of it together and began to remember exactly what went wrong.

"Then you backed me up into the door and grabbed my arm roughly...and...I tried to run but ended up tripping over something...banging my head on the edge of the bed..." He nodded and pulled me into his arms in a tight embrace.

"Its not your fault Hunter although you had no right to do what you did."

"I know Torie! I just feel so guilty..I never wanted to hurt you,didn't want it to get that far." I brushed the tears away from his face and stared into his eyes for a moment.

"Torie I think... gosh I don't want to hurt you anymore. We have been arguing so much and every time I get so angry," he sighed heavily and I already knew what was next,"we should end this. I don't want to hurt you anymore."

Our fights did seem to escalate..so far as much where Hunter almost came close to putting his hands on me. We never did speak of that though,but things seemed to go downhill after that. Night after night Hunters jealousy increased whenever he saw me with one of the guys in the house..would corner me in the bedroom and tell me to stay away from them and stop being so close to them all the time. Specifically John..

"I love you too much to hurt you Torie." I nodded and he kissed the palm of my hand.

"I love you too Hunter." We hugged for what seemed forever. I felt him relax. His muscular arms embraced me entirley,pouring everything into it like it was our last goodbye.

It was. The next day Hunter was found after committing suicide in his bedroom leaving a note.

Dear Torie,

The nightmares and guilt are eating me away.
I can't live this way anymore.
I'm sorry for hurting you as much as I did.
I know this is a sorry excuse for taking my own life,
but there is more to it then I can let out.
Tell the guys I love 'em.
And Torie...I have always loved you.
If you can find someone else who can give you everything I haven't...know that I rest in peace knowing you are in good hands.
Don't forget me...

Love,Hunter

Sad..I know..-sobs- Poor Hunter -shakes head- Well...That's all you get for now...at least until I post chapter 7 of What About Now :D