Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE, any of it's wrestlers, or any of Nickelback's songs Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE, any of it's wrestlers, or any of Nickelback's songs.
A/N: This is a five part song fic for Becky dearest. She's probably in a pissed off mood right now because I Super Good ripped her story off like the d.a.b. she is. But hopefully this will cheer you up Becky! Sorry it took a bit longer then I planned, but my dogs knocked the trash over and I had to clean it.
I Said I Love You and I Swear I Still Do by Cara Mascara
Chapter 1: Never Again
He's drunk again, it's time to fight
She must have done something wrong tonight
The living room becomes a boxing ring
It's time to run when you see him
Clenching his hands
She's just a woman
Never again
"Shit Becky, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Adam hissed at the young woman. She stared wide-eyed as he turned the stove off and tossed the burning pan into the sink, quickly filling it with water. Steam flooded the kitchen, fogging the window above the sink. "You're such a moron!"
"I'm sorry. It was an accident, jeeze," she defended herself. She realized she probably should've changed her tone when she caught the look Adam gave her from the corner of his eye.
"Don't give me a fucking attitude Becky." She knew better than to take his warnings lightly by now. "You know, I ask you to do one simple fucking thing, and you can't even do that right!" Adam pulled the pan from the sink harshly and whipped it close to her head. He knew it wasn't going to hit her. But he wanted to scare her. She yelped as it clanged against the wall behind her, leaving a nice dent in the wallpaper-covered drywall.
"You're gonna wake Jackson up." Her voice pleaded with the tall, blonde man. But her begging only seemed to fuel his fire.
"Do you think I care if I wake that bastard brat up?!" Becky swallowed at the sight of Adam's enraged eyes. She slowly made her way into the living room, stumbling over her own feet. She caught herself on the coffee table, noticing the empty beer cans that littered its surface. There had to be at least ten or eleven. And Adam had only been home for two hours tops.
"Don't fucking walk away from me!" Something crashed from the kitchen before Adam stomped into the living room, looming over Becky as she cowered away from him.
I hear a scream, from down the hall
Amazing she can even talk at all
She cries to me, 'Go back to bed'
I'm terrified that she'll wind up
Dead in his hands
She's just a woman
Never again
Jackson had been in bed awake for the past twenty minutes. He could hear him yelling at his mom and his heart thumped quickly in his chest. He tried not to breathe loudly so he could hear the exchange of words between them and sucked in his bottom lip. It's not as if this hadn't happened before, but it had been a while. Adam had actually seemed happy the last few months and he'd been calm.
The scream startled Jackson and he shot up out of his bed. Swinging his bedroom door open, he sped down the hallway and appeared in the entrance of the living room. Adam had Becky by the throat, her cheek glowing red.
"Mom!" Jackson cried out, bravely stepping into the living room. Both pairs of adult eyes widened at the sight of the seven year old boy. Adam's hands released Becky.
"G-go back to bed," Becky instructed her son, her voice cracking.
"But-"
"Jackson, get your ass back to bed, now!" Adam barked at the young boy. Not needing to be told again, Jackson's bare feet padded back down the hall. Frightened and frustrated tears stung his eyes and trailed down his flushed cheeks. The yelling resumed once again and Jackson listened to them argue, to his mother crying, till the early hours of the morning before his heavy eyelids finally took over and he was able to fall asleep.
Been there before, but not like this
Seen it before, but not like this
Never before have I have I ever
Seen it this bad
She's just a woman
Never again
It's not as if he'd never considered calling before. But he'd always been afraid. Afraid of what his mother would say. But more afraid of what Adam would do. But he'd beat her again. Third time this week. And it only seemed to get more and more severe.
Jackson slowly pressed the memorized pattern of numbers on the telephone, making sure the babysitter was passed out on the couch before pressing the last button and scurrying down the hall and into his bedroom. He studied the Cars poster on the back of his door absentmindedly as he waited for someone to pick up the phone.
A soft click sounded before a bit of rustling. "Hello?"
"Daddy?" Jackson's assumption was rushed and hopeful as he spoke into the receiver of the phone.
"Hey Jackie boy. How're you doing?" Cody Runnels asked his son, happy to have received a call from him this early in the week. But he quickly became worried when a shaky whimper and strangled sob reached him on the other line. "Jackson, what's wrong?"
"I'm sc-scared," the young boy admitted. Jackson was a silly kid, not easily frightened and Cody knew this.
"What's got you scared buddy?"
"Mama." Cody was surprised at that response. "Don't tell her I tattled. She told me not to."
At this point, Cody was confused beyond belief. He knew Becky. She wouldn't do anything that would scare Jackson to the point of tears. "What did she do Jackson?" he asked his son carefully, not wanting to sound as if he wanted to know as urgently as he actually did. "I won't tell your mom."
"Adam been hittin' her." Cody's body froze. Adam? The Adam he worked with? The Adam he worked with was hitting Becky? His Becky?
Oh yeah.
Becky wasn't his anymore.
Just tell the nurse, you slipped and fell
It starts to sting as it starts to swell
She looks at you, she wants the truth
It's right out there in the waiting room
With those hands
Lookin' just as sweet as he can
Never again
"Becky?" the nurse called from the doorway. She jumped at the sudden interruption of her thoughts. Adam sat beside her, flashing the obviously nervous young women a warning look before she stood and made her way through the door, following the nurse to a stark white room with florescent lighting.
She hated going to the hospital. Even when she had Jacson, all Becky could think about was getting out of that damn bed in that horrible room.
"Okay hun, what seems to be the problem?" the nurse questioned, looking over her clipboard. "It says here you slipped and fell down some stairs...?" The nurse took this time to give Becky a once over. Just by her expression it was obvious that Becky hadn't done the best make up job while trying to cover the fresh black eye she was sporting.
"Yeah, my son... he spilled some juice at the top of the stairs and I was bringing laundry up when I fell," Becky lied through her teeth. "I had stupid flats on," she added, remembering that Adam had threatened her to make it believable before they left the house.
"I see. You complained about bruising and pain when inhaling. Could you take your shirt off please?" Becky cooperated and pulled her shirt over her head. She didn't miss the gasp from the nurse at the sight of her bruised and scraped body. "I'll be right back."
Becky sighed s the nurse exited the room and hugged her arms tightly. She couldn't even remember how it all had happened. It seemed like one minute Adam and her were perfect and the next, bam! He was slapping her silly for absolutely no reason.
The door opened again and the nurse emerged, followed closely by another woman who looked like a doctor. The doctor examined the clipboard for a second before giving Becky a very serious look. "Becky, I need you to tell me the truth. These scratches and scrapes are not from falling down stairs indoors. I'm sure your staircase isn't made out of concrete."
"Oh, uh. These-these are from some yard work I was doing the other day. Prickers and stuff." She laughed nervously as she tried to make things up on her own, but it pained her left rack of ribs to even breathe.
"All right. I can't make you tell me anything you don't want to admit. But if you're in an abusive relationship-"
"I'm not!" Becky hissed in pain at the sudden movement she made, straightening her back.
"Right," the doctor said as the nurse shook her head. The doctor examined Becky's bruised body while the nurse left the room. She walked past the blonde man she had seen Becky sitting with. He smiled up at her, showing off a perfect set of teeth. The nurse just forced a smile and continued on her way.
Becky wasn't the first girl she'd seen in a situation like this and she was sure she wouldn't be the last.
Seen it before, but not like this
Been there before, but not like this
Never before have I ever
Seen it this bad
She's just a woman
Never again
"What's your problem tonight dude?" Brian Kendrick asked Cody as they sat in catering with a few others. Cody was broken out of his thoughts at his friend's question.
"Huh?"
"I asked if you were okay?" Brian repeated carefully. The last time he'd seen Cody look this stressed out was when he and his ex Becky had broken up and she'd started dating Adam Copeland. But Cody was over that, right?
"Yeah man. I'm fine." Brian raised an eyebrow and nodded towards the door at catering. The two stood and exited the bustling cafeteria.
"So, what's got your panties in a bunch?" Brian asked once they were alone.
"Becky." Brian rolled his eyes. Not this again. "Jackson called me up a few days ago and told me Adam's been hitting her." Brian's eyes almost bulged out of his head.
"Are you serious?!" Cody nodded and Brain became flustered. "Dude, your kid is living with him! You need to get him out of that house! Who knows what Adam will do next!" That hit Cody like a ton of bricks. What if Adam did hit Jackson? He'd never even considered it for some reason.
What if Adam already had hit Jackson?
Cody's heart rose into his throat at the mere thought.
Father's a name you haven't earned yet
You're just a child with a temper
Haven't you heard 'Don't hit a lady'?
Kickin' your ass would be a pleasure
"Fuck," Becky grumbled to herself as she crawled out of her and Adam's bed. There was someone knocking furiously at the front door. Adam seemed to sleep right through it. "I'm coming, I'm coming," she announced, limping over to the door. Her diagnosis had been a pair of broken ribs and a sprained ankle.
Becky swung the door open and was shocked to see Cody standing there looking tired, stressed and frantic.
"Where is he?" Cody demanded, pushing past Becky and into the house. "Jackson! Jackson!" Cody called through the house.
"Shh! Cody are you crazy?! You're going to wake everyone up. What are you even doing here? I still have Jackson until Wednesday!" she whispered harshly.
He whipped around to face her. "I know what's been going on with you and Adam and if you want to submit yourself to violence like that, then go right ahead. But I sure as hell am not going to sit back and keep Jackson here with that lunatic."
"You can't just take him!" Becky exclaimed, her voice now raised as well.
"I can and I will. Do you want me to involve the cops Becky? Because if I do they'll take one look at you and beg me to get Jackson away form your boyfriend. And he'll be in jail."
"Dad?" a sleepy eyed Jackson asked confused as he shuffled to where his parents were standing. Cody went up to the young boy and rested his hands on his shoulders.
"Well? It's your choice," Cody offered Becky. She sighed and tears welled in her eyes. What could she possibly do?
"Jackson, go get your things. You're staying with Daddy for a little while," she instructed her son, who looked a little reluctant. He didn't want to leave his mom alone with Adam.
"What the hell is going on?" Adam demanded, making his presence known from the hallway. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Cody stepped right up into the taller man's face. "I'm on to you asshole. You lay a hand on my kid and I'll fucking kill you!"
"Your kid? I feed the little brat and he lives with me. I think I'll do whatever the fuck I feel like doing."
"Don't even act like you've been the slightest bit of a father to him. I should beat the shit out of you."
"I'd like to see you t-"
"Dad!" Jackson rushed up to the two nose to nose men and grabbed Cody's leg. Becky stood against the wall, tears silently falling down her cheeks. She was at a loss for what to do.
"Come on buddy," Cody said, backing off and leading his son to the door. Jackson hugged Becky goodbye before trotting out the door. Part of his was frightened to leave her there alone but another part of him was relieved. He was really too young to understand just how dangerous Adam was. Cody gave her one disappointed and sad look before disappearing out the door.
He's drunk again, it's time to fight
Same old shit, just on a different night
She grabs the gun, she's had enough
Tonight she'll find out how fucking
Tough is this man
Pulls the trigger fast as she can
Never again
"You big mouthed bitch!" Adam snapped, yanking Becky by her hair after they'd listened to Cody's car leave the driveway and head down the street. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Adam I-" She gasped and clutched her now bleeding nose. He punched her! He punched her right in the nose! Sobs filled the otherwise silent house as he dragged her down the hallway and into the bathroom. Adam plugged the sink and began filling it with hot water. A thin stream of steam rose from the quickly filling porcelain bowl.
"I'm going to teach you to keep your big fat mouth shut." Using the fistful of hair he pushed her forward and face first into the hot water. Becky screamed into the scolding water, her face stinging in pain. She tried to keep her eyes shut and when Adam yanked her head from the water, the top of her head scraped the tap.
It had to stop. She couldn't let him do this to her anymore. So she used all the strength she had and shoved him backwards. He stumbled over the toilet and in turn let her go. Becky ran into her bedroom as fast as she could with her injured ankle and shut herself in the closet.
She opened a thin box, her shaking hands fumbling with the little lock. She could hear Adam yelling and stomping around, looking for her. She began sobbing loudly, out of her control as she opened the box and revealed a small loaded handgun. It was for protection purposes.
Protection.
The closet door flew open and in a panic Becky aimed and fired. Wide eyes stared back at her own huge saucer like orbs. Becky broke down as the thud of Adam's body hitting the floor and the previous gunshot still rang in her ears.
Seen it before, but not like this
Been there before, but not like this
Never before have I ever
Seen him this bad
She's just a woman
Never Again
"9-1-1. What's your emergency?" a soothing voice answered as Becky sat on her and Adam's bed, her phone clutched in her shivering hands.
"H-hello? I-I thinks I just killed my boyfriend!" Becky croaked out, breaking down into another hysterical crying fit.
"Okay, what is the address?"
"Eight-eight fifteen Samuels Drive," Becky managed as clearly as she could.
"Okay, we're sending an ambulance. Could you tell me what happened?"
"I-I shot him!"