Here we are, the sequel to "Welcome to My World"! I'm so excited for this new story. If you haven't read the first part...what are you doing here? Haha, kidding! Anyways, I hope that you all enjoy the second part of Cheyenne, Randy and Jon's story. I can honestly say that this one is going to be a rollercoaster.

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Total Divas was on a roll as of late. The ratings were so much better than the first season, and after I'd won the Divas Championship, they skyrocketed. I'd never felt so famous in my life, and I was actually beginning to accept my role on the show.

However, it had been a month since I'd won the title, and the second season was coming to an end. The last episode was airing, and I was thanking the Lord that I had finally been able to get some privacy from Stewart and Stephen. Once we ended filming, they bolted and I felt so relaxed.

But, my life is still a train wreck.

"Jake did what?"

I had finally come around to telling Randy about what Jake had done on the night of WrestleMania, and I was beginning to regret saying anything upon his reaction.

"Randy, it's not like he hurt me or anything."

"But, he came way too close. Why'd you even let him into your dressing room?"

I raised my eyebrows and stood up from the couch. "I didn't. I opened the door to who I didn't know was Jake, and he came in on his own. I told him to get out, repeatedly, and he wouldn't."

"You shouldn't have let him in in the first place."

I scoffed. "You're right!" I exclaimed sarcastically. "It's all my fault that he came in forcefully and tried to attack me."

"That's not what I said."

"You didn't have to." I walked over and grabbed my purse and jacket from the bed where I had dropped them when I arrived thirty minutes before. I was halfway to the door when Randy grabbed me from behind and pressed me up against the wall.

He was angry, but not at the situation with Jake anymore.

With me.

"Don't go around making me out to be the bad guy."

This wasn't the first time that he'd tried his intimidation tactics on me. They first started after he lost his title at WrestleMania, and I'd won mine. The large amount of press and news coverage that I was getting caused a small amount of jealousy to be planted in the middle of our relationship, and it had been growing and growing ever since.

"Let go of me."

"Tell me that you're not going to think I'm the bad guy."

"You aren't making that easy," I said as I tried to break free from his grasp.

He released me and I ran for the door.

"Don't forget, dinner tonight at eight."

"Already forgot, asshole," I muttered under my breath as I slammed the hotel door behind me.

We'd been together for all of about two months, and I felt as if we were already an old married couple. With the attention we got from Total Divas, there is too much at stake for us to just call a quits, but I wish that I could.

I always knew that he had anger issues, but I never once was afraid that he would take them out on me. However, something about him changed after WrestleMania. He became more angry more often, and it was harder for him to control. At first, I felt bad for him. All the pressure that surrounded the even mixed with the emotion and passion that he had invested into those titles, I knew how hard it was for him to lose the match. But from the very first time that he showed any kind of aggression towards me, I was instantly against him.

It was the first RAW after WrestleMania, and he was already being thrown around the roster, something that only happened when the creative team wasn't sure of how to use someone. We had already decided that I would stay the night with him so I showed up at his door and he was pacing back and forth, pissed out of his mind. I tried to calm him down, but his mind was set.

He hated the world.

I wasn't scared for myself until he decided that the only way he could satisfy his need for an anger release was to begin throwing things across the room in my direction. That's when I got my things and booked my own hotel room.

I sighed as I entered the taxi cab that I'd called for and threw my head up against the headrest.

"Where can I take you?"

"Anywhere that serves alcohol."

The driver laughed and put the car into drive. We drove for a few minutes, doing our best to avoid the traffic and then we arrived at the nearest bar.

"Thanks," I said as I reached into my purse for a ten.

"Don't worry about it," he called to me, holding his hand up. "Consider it 'on the house.'"

"Are you sure?"

He smiled at me through the mirror. "You could use the extra drinks."

I laughed and closed up my purse before heading out of the taxi and into the old bar. I knew it was old because the front door was nearly rusted shut and the chain-linked fence was blocking off a good portion of the sidewalks. However, the inside wasn't nearly as bad. The placed was lit up and generously filled with people for a Tuesday afternoon.

"Give me your strongest," I said flatly to the bartender, who began to quickly mix up whatever was behind the counter.

The place was so quiet, making me uncomfortable, but I tried not to show it.

"It's a little early for you to be drinking, isn't is?" He asked.

I laughed. "After the morning I've had, I needed something to keep me going."

He slid the drink over to me, and I took it fast, making all the sour faces that I could. He chuckled before tending to the other lonely souls around the place.

One drink turned to two, and two turned to three, and three turned to four, and before I knew it I was drowning in a lake of liquid courage. People around me offered to take me home, and I replied that I didn't have a home.

"You want me to call you a ride?" The bartender offered.

Sticking my hand up, I declined. "I'm fine," I slurred.

"You don't sound fine. You got a boyfriend or something that I can call and come get you."

"No," I said as I calmed down. Just the mentioning of Randy caused me to revert back to my sober, and somber, mood. "Don't call him. It'll just make it worse."

He nodded and walked over to my side of the counter, reaching out to stabilize me as I rocked back and forth. He had opened his mouth to say something when all the sudden I began to sob my eyes out, making little heaving noises all the way.

"I don't like him anymore," I cried.

"Then break up with him, sweetie."

"I can't!" I yelled, making all the men in the bar turn to face me, the crying, hyperventilating clown whose makeup was running down her face. "If I do, it'll make him mad! Then, things will only get worse!"

Looking back, this wasn't my brightest moment. Here I was, the WWE Divas Champion, bawling my eyes out in a public bar at three in the afternoon on a Tuesday. Safe to say that it felt like I was in one of those cliché romance movies where the girl ends up going to a bar and throws herself at the first guy who will give her any attention.

The again, that is what happened the last time I went to one of these places. And I got a boyfriend out of it. Not that I'm too proud of that at the moment either.

The man ended up taking me outside the bar, where we stood and talked for awhile until I'd calmed down enough. When I finished crying, I felt so loopy and dazed that I didn't even notice when Randy showed up in the parking lot.

"Ma'am, is that your boyfriend?"

I looked around and Saw Randy approaching, and I felt too numb to move.

"Chey!" He called, a beaming smile on his face. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"She was getting a little antsy in there," the man informed him.

Randy nodded and handed him what looked like a fifty dollar tip before gently grabbing me by the arm. I was dragged back to his car, each step his grip tightening around my forearm.

"Randy," I mumbled. "You're hurting me."

"We'll talk about this in the car," he said, still smiling.

Even with the drunken state that I was in, I could still tell that he was lying about his bright personality. I also knew that I was in for a world of trouble when we got back to the hotel.

I don't remember anything that happened the night before. Everything was a big blur. All I remember is waking up in bed without Randy.

My head was pounding, so I opted not to sit up when I heard Randy enter the room. He had a tray of food and a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Good morning, my darling. I figured that breakfast in bed would suit you well."

I looked up and realized that my vision was blurry and my hearing was a bit muffled. Turning over to my side, I suddenly felt sharp pains all over my body, especially in my head.

"Are you okay?" He asked, a sense of fear apparent.

I shook my head carefully. "Everything hurts."

He nodded and pressed his lips to my forehead. "I had a feeling that it might. After the night we had, I wouldn't be surprised if you're sore too."

"What?" I asked, pressing my hand to my head. "What is all this for?" I looked down at the food and flowers. I was flattered, but not amused.

"I wanted to apologize. I made a fool out of myself last night, and I couldn't be more sorry. I promise that it will never happen again."

That's when it all made sense. The pain. The apology. The flowers.

He hit me. He actually hit me. No wonder I couldn't remember anything.

Jon was right when he said that he was dangerous. I was too naïve to believe anything that he said.

And now, I'm the battered girlfriend. The battered girlfriend that will be stuck in this situation until she dies. This is one of those cliché romance movies.

And I'm the main character.