Chapter 1

A/N: I don't own anything WWE related... just my character that i created.

"She'll have water." He answered for me as I sat on the stool facing the bar, in reality; I really wanted to drink my sorrows away.

You're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation. To be honest, i don't know. It started out as a casual fling, and then he made it serious. He put me in situations that i have never experienced before, that's when the abuse got physical. He was emotionally abusive towards me every time i tried to leave him. When he found me, i was already broken. Now i am shattered. He owns me, and i don't have a life of my own. I don't know how else to explain my situation. I don't remember my family because i was put up for adoption, i attended school but i didn't make any friends. He wouldn't let me have any friends. If i talked to anyone else, he would punish me.

I don't know why he chose me out of all of the other girls that live here in Pensacola. My looks are pretty basic. I am 21 years of age. I stand at 5'3 which i hate, but I've adapted to. I have brown skin, which is usually covered in purple bruises. My hair is naturally wavy and falls down to my waist, nothing special. My body type is curvy, small waist with wider hips. Again, nothing special but men would tell me that I look like a video vixen. They wouldn't get punished, I would. I rarely get the chance to show off my body, i don't have a choice, a majority of my body is purple thanks to the bruises.

He makes me feel sorry for him, when he hurts me. I sleep in the same bed as him, and i cook him meals. I've had enough; i actually want to do something with my life. I have always been interested in the fashion industry. My dreams are hard to reach, when he is dragging me down emotionally and physically.

His name is Josh. He looks harmless, but he isn't. He is about 5'8, with smooth brown skin. He looks like the type of guy you would bring home to your parents. I just want to escape from reality.

Tonight, i was wearing high waisted black jeans and a tank top, paired with flats. Of course, i was wearing an oversized jacket to cover the fresh bruises from last night. I have got past the point of crying, it doesn't help my situation. I know the neighbours know about what Josh does to me, but he has threatened them on many occasions.

"Here's your water, enjoy." The bartender's eyes lingered on mine for longer than usual, but i quickly looked away and received my drink. Josh went to the rest room, giving me a chance to observe the surroundings. The bar was casual and quiet; there would be hell on earth before he took me to a damn nightclub. I took a sip of my water and my eyes locked with a beautiful man. He had dark hair that was put in a low bun, chiselled facial features and intense grey eyes. Of course he had a girlfriend; there was a woman with a tight grip on his hand. I looked away, and stared into my drink. I hated how i reacted to the stranger, my palms got moist and my heartbeat increased. I didn't even know him. I felt eyes burning into my back and I turned around. Josh was staring me down, with that look in his eyes. He grabbed onto my wrist and pulled me close to him. I could feel the anger radiating from his body onto mine.

"As i paid for your damn drink, finish it. Then meet me at home, i got stuff to do." When he let go of my wrist, i felt relieved. I knew he was going to cheat on me, with the hoe a few doors down from us. I didn't care; there was no feeling in my heart for him.

I took off my jacket, as the room felt like it was closing in on me. Then the tears started, i can't remember the last time i cried. I embraced the feeling of warm drops on my cheek before i wiped them away. I finished my water, and looked around for my jacket. I swear i put it on the seat next to me.

"Looking for this?" A deep voice shook me out of my daze. I looked to the left, and the handsome stranger was holding my jacket. Our eyes met, and my heartbeat increased. I took the jacket from him and got down from the stool. I attempted to walk past him, but he held his arm out. I saw the outline of his muscles, and his tattoo. Well damn.

"Excuse me," I said in a shaky voice, waiting for him to move out of the way. He was so much taller than me; my face wasn't even near his chest. I felt his burning gaze on my body, and i knew what he was staring at. I put the jacket on, and turned the other way.

"Are you okay?" i felt a firm grip on my wrist, which still hurt. Why was he being nice to me? I faced him, and i had to take a deep breath. He was so... Perfect.

"I'm fine, i need to go home. My boyfriend is waiting for me." I crossed my arms across my chest, and he looked at me as if he knew the truth.

"You deserve better than that piece of shit that beats you." My breath hitched in my throat, as his voice went from calm to aggressive.

"You don't know anything..." I looked down to avoid his ice cold stare, but his presence was hard to ignore.

"Baby girl, let me help you." I looked up at him, and he looked serious. How could he help me? I couldn't even help myself.

"Your girlfriend is waiting on you." I walked past him, feeling the glare of his girlfriend on me.

"You took your time, Catalina." Was the first thing i heard when i walked through the door.