A/N: Since so far I have no reviews on my AlexR/JamieK story, I won't update it for a bit. At least not until I do. I am thinking of making this a two or three-shot. It won't be over four chapters, believe me. This was originally going to be a one-shot, but I wanted to leave you all guessing. I really want you guys to like my newest story "What are the chances?" because I adored writing that, but if I don't get reviews, then there isn't much point. A hell of a lot of people have read the story, but haven't left a single review. I guess not much I can do about that. I hated making Mike the bad guy in this, but it just seemed to work. I loved writing this, it was fun to write. I just hope you guys enjoy it. xx
I clutched my knees and pulled them closer to my stomach, wincing at the pain softly, hoping nobody would hear me. The past 30 – 40 minutes had gone from bad, to worse and to utterly horrible in just a matter of seconds.
"You're useless – absolutely pathetic. Can you not do anything right?" Mike shouted in my face. "I do not know why I waste my time with you." Mike continued, shaking his head pettily. I had lost my divas match and Mike flipped. It wasn't even that big of a deal. It was just a stupid time filler. You know how the divas division is nowadays. It seemed useless to even attempt to put on a good show. But we do what we do because we love it; no matter how high or low the prize is.
"Mike, I am sorry. Mickie knocked me out unconscious with that DDT. Mike, how was I supposed to kick out?" I asked in a pleading tone, trying not to raise my voice. If anything really set Mike off, it was if you argued with him.
"Maryse that's not good enough!" Mike raised his tone even louder, this time getting right up in my face and gripping onto my long locks. I was placed on a bench in Mike's locker room, while he was standing, pacing around the room reminding me of how pathetic I was. Sometimes I wondered why I stayed around when Mike degraded me like this. Mike pulled me off the bench by my hair and throws me to me to the other side of the room, my head and upper back clashing with the solid wall. I winced in agony while Mike slowly made his way over to me. I held the top of my head and was prepared for the worse. Mike glared down at me before sending his boot into my mid.
I could have sworn I heard a snap in my rib cage.
After that, I was eventually able to crawl away after Mike left. I blacked out for god knows how long, but when I woke he was gone. God knows where he had gone, most likely to the club or bar, putting on his best nice act. Mike was extremely popular in the locker room and nobody would ever believe Mike would do this to anyone – let alone his own girlfriend. I had trouble believing it for once after he first flipped out.
I could barely see straight. I was clutching my ribs, my eyes squinted shut as I tried my best to not think about the pain. I had a feeling I may blackout again. Not like it would matter, the arena was empty. Dead set empty. I was slouched back against the wall, trying to find a good place to set my mind at ease to. A couple of moments passed and a few failed attempts of trying to give up before everything around me began to get blurry. The pain only got worse. I knew I was not in good shape at all. It would probably be better if I were at the hospital, but if Mike found out I was there, he would make sure I got fired – or just make my life even worse;
If that was even possible.
Before I blacked out, I noticed two pairs of legs making their way towards me, but there was no way I could make out who those pair of legs belonged to.
I slowly fluttered my eyes open, somewhat aware of the events that happened the night before. I expected to wake up against the wall, still in utter agony; turns out, I ended up in the Hospital. Reality sunk in and I realized I had to get out of there, before Mike or anyone for the matter found out I was here. I was hooked up to a bunch of machines and did my best to unhook as many as I could. I had absolutely no idea what each cord was hooked up too, but at this point, what did I honestly have to lose?
Once the cords were all unhooked and unplugged, I tried my best to jump out of the bed - Which didn't work out well at all, because I ended up on the ground, once again clutching my stomach and screaming out in agony. What did I do to deserve this?
A couple of minutes later a couple of nurses came in, shocked at the sight. I looked at them with pleading eyes. I noticed the same pair of legs I saw last night enter the room. I gazed up his figure and noticed his face. I was somewhat surprised to see Ted Dibiase Jr. standing there, his eyes fixed on me. The nurses helped me back onto the bed and hooked all the cords back to the machine and my body. I didn't take much notice of them or what they were doing; my eyes were remaining on Ted. I couldn't believe my eyes. The arrogant, egotistical, spoilt Ted Dibiase was standing in my hospital room.
"Miss Ouellet, What on earth were you thinking?" The nurse asked me in a slightly stern tone. "You have severe injuries, you cannot..." I zoned out after that. I glanced down at the hands and fiddled with my thumbs while she gave me a lecture. If she knew half the things I was putting up with, she would be swallowing her tongue right now. I nodded as if I was actually listening to her – which I wasn't. I was more worried about the consequences I was going to have to face when Mike found out about this.
Eventually the nurse finished her little speech and the pair left. I just laid there and thought about what I was going to have to prepare myself for. I noticed Ted open his mouth to speak, although I quickly interrupted him.
"You didn't tell anyone, did you?" I questioned in a neutral tone, my vision not obstructed at all.
There was a long pause before Ted eventually spoke in reply to me. "No." He shook his head softly.
"Okay good." I say in cautious tone. Hopefully Mike wouldn't know. "Swear to god you didn't tell anyone; not even your closest friend." Ted didn't say anything. I waited a few moments before I turned to him, straightening my composure slightly. "Please tell me you didn't say a word to anyone." I said in a pleading tone. I could see guilt settling on Ted's features.
"I only told Randy and Cody…" Ted explained. I rolled my eyes and let out a loud sigh. I definitely needed to get out of here now. "And maybe Candice and Mickie… and Melina." Ted said in a softer tone. I turned to him, my eyes widened in fear. I began frantically pulling and tugging on cords. Ted looked around at the scene nervously, unsure of what to do. Ted was about to press the nurse button, but lucky I noticed before he could.
"Don't you even think about it." I warned in a stern tone. Ted looked at me, and eventually moved his finger from the button. "I appreciate you getting me the hospital and all, but nobody should have known about this. If Mike finds out… I'll be French toast!" I shouted in a panic to Ted as I lifted myself off the bed.
As I was off the bed, reality must have hit Ted because he rushed over to me and gripped my shoulder as lightly as possible, aware of my injuries. I turned to his figure and gave him a confused look. "Wait a second. Mike did this to you?" Ted questioned, his eyes widened slightly.
My eyes reverted from Ted's face to the ground and I tried to the hide the obvious. "I never said that." I murmured, my eyes still glued to the floor.
"Maryse, I am rich – not stupid." Ted explained with a knowing look. "Look, did Mike do this to you?" Ted repeated in a dead serious tone. I contemplated telling him. I wanted to, really, there was something comforting about Ted; but I just couldn't. I shook my head. "Maryse if you're scared, it's alright. I honestly won't tell anyone and I'll make sure you're safe and you still have your job. Just be honest and trust me." Ted said, looking me dead in the eyes.
I opened my mouth to confess everything to Ted but a lump formed in my throat and nothing escaped my lips. I glanced to the ground momentarily and then back up to Ted. Eventually I shook my head. "No, Mike did not do this too me. I, uh, I got into a fight with some chick last night when she was bitching about me backstage." I lied. Laughing nervously, I continued. "Turns out she was a lot more powerful than I thought."
Ted didn't say a word, he just studied me. Eventually he sighed and let go of my arm. I gave Ted and small smile and made my way out of the hospital. Ted's facial expression was suppressed in my mind. He may have allowed me to leave, but apart of me wasn't entirely sure if Ted believed me.