"Ah, welcome back Haylie." Patricia Carl said as she saw the twenty three year old WWE Diva enter her kick-boxing workplace, ready to do some kick-boxing.

"It's glad to be back Patricia." Haylie said. "Can you do me a huge favour?" Haylie asked.

"Sure, shoot." Patricia said.

"I need a lot to know about kick-boxing." Haylie pleaded.

"I thought I taught everything I know to you about kick-boxing when you were just eleven?" Patricia asked.

"Well yeah you did, but I have a severe problem and this guy that I work with is constantly stalking me, and he just recently escaped from prison and he's out to murder me, and, and…" Haylie trialed off that thought then whispered, "I don't wanna die."

"With training from me Haylie, no one, and I do mean NO ONE would never hurt you." Patricia said.

"Really?" Haylie asked.

"Yep—I've trained girls just like you before in my day, and at the end of it all, they've became tough bitches and which then no one ever messes with." Patricia said.

"Alright Patty, well, let's get started with the training, eh?" Haylie asked.

"You've read my mind Trudel." Patricia said.

Few Minutes Later

When Haylie was done with the kick-boxing training for one day, she was walking out of the workplace when she saw a convertible pull up to her, and which then Haylie walked closer to the passenger window and saw that it was her friend when she was five Bryan Stone. Haylie entered the car and Bryan started driving, he asked, "You got released from the WWE?"

"No, and even if I did, you would've of saw that on ." Haylie said.

"Oh—got injured?" Bryan asked.

"No." Haylie said.

"Then why are you in Long Island instead of being wherever the hell the WWE is?" Bryan asked.

"Well, for the past few months I've had some personal problems and I asked Alison if I could have some time off, she accepted and…yeah." Haylie said as she slapped her hands on her thighs.

"Wow—so, anyways if your not busy, wanna hang out together, you know, old times?" Bryan asked.

"You know what?" Haylie asked.

"What?" Bryan asked.

"I would love to." Haylie said with a smile on her face.

"Sweet—I get to hang with my best friend until she potentially leaves for the WWE." Bryan said with his right fist pumped in the air, which Haylie laughed before saying, "I guess you haven't changed—you're still the comedian-like Bryan that I was used to growing up with."

"Yep, and I see you're still the Punk SOB that doesn't take shit from anyone." Bryan said.

"Yepp, that is so me." Haylie said. "Do you still have that WWE Mixed CD that you'd made?" When it was her second month in the WWE, she'd heard from Bryan that he made a mixed CD of all the WWE theme songs from that…..era (as Haylie would like to call it).

"Yeah." Bryan said as he pressed PLAY and Low by Flo Rida started to play.

"Awwhe, you have my old theme song as first, you're now the coolest person I know." Haylie said.

"Hey, you had the coolest song ever back then….and still do now." Bryan said as he was referring to her current theme song Take it Off by Ke$ha.

"You always love to compliment me." Haylie said with a smile on her face.

"Yeah—and it's because if I piss you off, you would literally kill me, and you have on a few occasions." Bryan said.

"Gee, I can't remember that, please enlighten me on that." Haylie said innocently.

"Well, when I was fourteen, you'd pushed me off the roof of my house because I accidentally said that you'd looked fat in a skirt, when I was sixteen, you'd pushed me in front of a moving bus because I'd made your hair look horrible, and just recently, you fed me to your parents evil cat because you felt like it." Bryan said.

"Oh yeah, those were good times, especially the one where I pushed you in front of a moving bus, surprised I didn't get charged for any of those things." Haylie said. "Huh, guess I got lucky."

"Yepp you did." Bryan said.

This is like the first time ever….again, that I can act normal in front of a friend, please just hope that I don't reveal my fragile side. Haylie thought as she continued her conversation with her friend…

…but as soon as Bryan stopped the car in front of her house, Haylie said, "Thanks for dropping me off." But with a tone of voice that Bryan didn't recognize, but didn't care as he said bye to Haylie and saw her step out of his car, walked up the steps and enter the home.

When she did, she felt like she was in another home, a home that wasn't hers, and she confirmed that thought as she walked towards the basement area and saw two dried up pools of blood, some from Emma and some from Mike. She looked up at the ceiling and saw that the circle was still there, and good thing she didn't have to stay in that room for long because her home phone ranged. Please hope it isn't him Haylie thought as she walked over to the phone, and saw the caller I.D. was John, and that put an instant smile on her face.

"Hey." Haylie said.

"How you holding up over there?" John asked.

"Pretty good, just about to go to sleep, why?" Haylie asked.

"Oh just wondering, me and a couple of your friends were wondering how you were and all." John said.

"Can you and Justin do me a huge favour?" Haylie asked.

"Yeah?" John asked.

"Can you two fix my roof?" Haylie asked.

"Oh yeah, forgot about that, we'll get on that ASAP." John said.

"Hey, when is WWE heading over here?" Haylie asked.

"Next week, I think, why?" John asked.

"Perfect, you two could fix my roof then." Haylie said as she hung up, and went to her room, got changed into her PJs which consisted of a white thin strapped shirt, which (obviously) showed the scar from the axe five months ago, "Still surprised I still have that." Haylie said to no one in particular as she felt the scar, her PJs also consisted of black booty shorts and climbed into her large bed and fell asleep.