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~ Chapter 2 – Scarred ~

So many things can go wrong in just one instant then everything else around you suddenly starts falling apart with no sense of stopping. Just like dominoes, it's constantly one thing after the other, each fall getting all the worse. What happens when there is nothing left to fall? What happens when the storm passes and all you're left with is the wreckage? What's left is a feeling of anxiety and trepidation, of torment and distress, of pain and suffering. What is left is emptiness, a huge hole in the center of your chest that slowly beats, because with each thump, the pain excels, slowly torturing until there is nothing left to feed off of anymore.

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Justin Gabriel smiled warily at the nurse as she walked by, a clipboard in her hand. With one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other held a small bouquet of red roses that might have seemed bright to everyone else, but to the South African, they were anything but. His body was tense as he made his way closer to the room, the destination that he traveled almost every single day since that day. He didn't like thinking about it too much, but sometimes it just got too hard to ignore, too strong to resist. Justin turned down the hallway and walked to the very end before stopping, his eyes peering into Room 618 – his destination.

She was beautiful even if she was lying in bed strapped to numerous amounts of machines. Her features were fair, soft, almost as though she were an angel – or, at least that's what the first thought came to mind when Justin first laid eyes on her. Her arms were placed gracefully on her lap while her eyes remained shut; her countenance peaceful. It was only until he heard the sound of pages being turned did Justin finally realized that he wasn't the only one in the room. He turned to find the source of the noise. The South African let out a small sigh as he made his way to him, knowing that it was time for yet another disappointing update.

Doctor Randy Orton glanced up at the sound of Justin entering the room, a sad smile marring his perfect face as he glanced at the roses in the smaller man's hand. He felt sorry; especially after hearing what the police had said happened. The guilt the poor guy was feeling was probably eating him up slowly inside, which would definitely explain why he looked as though he hadn't slept in days. Putting the clipboard on the tray that was stationed beside the bed, Randy leaned against the wall and stared at Justin, getting himself comfortable for their short chat before getting to the news.

"How are you today, Justin?" The doctor asked, hoping that he sounded a bit more pleasant than he was really feeling.

Oh, how Justin was so utterly tired of hearing that question – How are you? The first few days were the hardest for him, but after hearing that constant question, Justin felt as though he were about to lose it completely. How did they think he was! He was the reason she was lying in that bed! He almost ended her life! Eve Torres – the woman's name he found out shortly after she was out of the ER – was in bed and had been for over two weeks now, her body bruised and broken because of him. She was as good as dead, if Justin was being honest with himself. She hadn't moved in so long, hadn't opened her eyes … said a single word. The guilt was eating him up inside, tearing at his walls, breaking him down. This woman was just an innocent person that was at the wrong place, wrong time. So, to answer the doctor's question, he wasn't doing well at all.

"I'm doing alright," Justin replied, nodding his head back to the doctor. "And you? How are you?"

Randy chuckled softly under his breath, his icy eyes narrowing some before he shrugged his shoulders, giving the South African a friendly smile, though he revealed nothing. "I could be better."

Justin nodded his head again and gave a friendly smile, his eyes once again traveling over to the woman in the hospital bed, looking like a sleeping beauty than someone who was in a car accident … one that he caused. He could remember jogging down the road; his i-Pod was blaring out one of his favourite songs which made his heart beat faster, pumping up his energy. The South African could remember wanted to quickly get home, after all, he had been running for at least six miles and, even though he felt pumped and ready to take on another six miles, he knew that he needed to get home. His girlfriend would be coming home after a long business trip and he wanted to surprise her with her favourite meal.

He didn't notice the car, which he should have. It was coming right for him, but he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to really take notice in the vehicle coming right for him that was going at least fifty miles an hour. His apartment complex was down the road to the left, maybe about two or three blocks down. Justin was never one for directions. His friends often teased him about that, needing to see actual landmarks instead of naming off the streets. Regardless of that, the huge billboard with Copeland's Real Estate was written in elegant letters was where his apartment was at, his bedroom window getting to take in that lovely view every day. Justin had immediately went off the sidewalk and started running across the road, only then noticing the car when the horn sounded over the loud music pounding through his ears.

As the South African stared at the sleeping beauty, he couldn't help the images that flashed through his mind, the shock in his eyes and the fear in hers as she jerked the wheel in an attempt to avoid hitting him. He could hear the metal bending as her car slammed into the tree, he could see her head snapping forward before snapping back … could see her going limp.

Shaking his head, Justin's eyes focused back on the doctor who was staring at him with a blank expression, though his eyes were seeing something else as those icy orbs watched him. "How is she doing? Is there any change?"

Randy didn't say anything for a moment, only stared at the man who returned to the hospital every single day for the past two weeks to check up on the patient. He sighed and cut his eyes to the clipboard that was sitting on the tray, his eyes scanning over the information that had been puzzling since day six.

"There's no change in her comatose state. Her vitals are getting better, which means her body is healing and fighting, but she hasn't woken up yet."

Justin slowly nodded his head, processing what the doctor had just said. She was fighting, which was very, very good. Her vital were getting better, which meant she was getting strong, which also meant she would be able to wake up when she was able to … right? Looking up at the doctor, seeing the look on his face, it just sent his hope crashing down.

"But …?"

"I …" Randy bit his bottom lip and furrowed his brows, trying to come up with the right choice of words he wanted to use. "I don't want you to not hope since you obviously care about this woman, but … she's not in a coma, Justin, she's only asleep. She can hear us and she can sense what's going on around, but she just won't wake up."

"What does that mean?" Justin asked, his heart pounding in his chest, his eyes wide with shock and misunderstanding. "Why won't she wake up?"

"I wish I had that answer, but I don't. All I know is that if she isn't awake now … I just don't see her waking up later on."

After giving an apology and a goodbye, the doctor walked out of the room to give the South African his time alone with the woman. His mind was swimming with questions, all seeming to be bigger than the rest. What if she never woke up, what if he never had the opportunity to say how sorry he was for causing her so much pain? What if he never got to see the shade of her eyes or hear how glorious her voice must sound like opposed to what the version in his head sounded? What then …

She might not have known a lot about Saints, but Maria Kannellis was all too familiar about the Saints Public Park. She knew the second she laid eyes on it that that was going to be her regular spot, knew that she could lose herself in the majestic wonders of that haven. And she could do it, too. Entering those ominous gates, jogging at a moderate pace, Maria felt her resolve and worry diminish, her thoughts evening out until all she could think about was the beauty of the park and how safe she felt in the seclusion of the trees.

Even though Maria was on her way to meet her only friend – the secret call saying that the meet was both important and urgent – the beautiful redhead couldn't help but take the long route, enjoying the peace from her scattered and erratic thoughts too much for it to end so soon. All good things had to come to a stop, though, even Maria knew that. Right now her friend needed her and Maria was going to be there. Taking a left at the bridge – and winking at a beautiful blue eyed girl who was sitting in a stroller with her mother – the redhead headed for the huge fountain in the very center of the park. She was able to pinpoint her friend's location almost instantly – he being the only one pacing furiously. Quickening her speed, Maria hurried over, sensing the stress rolling off of him in waves.

"Hey, sorry it took me so long to get here," Maria apologized the second her friend set eyes on her. "You caught me at a bad time. What's going on?"

Evan Bourne reached forward, his nimble fingers wrapping around Maria's narrow wrist, pulling her over and down on the side of the fountain next to him. "I left Phil last night."

Maria was all too aware of what Evan was going through, having been in the same situation a short time ago, which was one of the many reasons why Maria was forced to leave her home. She knew what it felt like to feel insecure and horrible about ones' self. The fact that Evan got away from Phil was astounding.

"Evan, that's amazing! I'm so happy you finally left that jerk!" Maria exclaimed, the smile bright on her pretty face as she reached over, her arms wrapping around Evan in a big hug. Of course, the smile gradually left her face when she noticed that Evan wasn't responding to the hug in the slightest. "Ev, what's wrong? This is a good thing, right?"

"It would be … if I didn't take him back …"

"What! What happened? I thought you said that that was the last time."

"I know I did, but …" Evan groaned, putting his head in his hands in both desperation and frustration. "We just work. We complement each other, we care about each other. We've been through too much to quit now."

"I could slap you right now, Evan," Maria said, her head shaking from side to side. "That is a bunch of bullshit and I think you know that, too."

Evan didn't say anything, only sighed and stared ahead of him, his brown eyes locking on more than one happy couple that were probably out to enjoy the weather, as well as each other. He couldn't help but feel envious of them. They probably weren't struggling to keep their relationship floating, practically sacrificing their own heart and soul to make it work. He really wanted to give up, to just move on and start a new life. He just couldn't do it. The very idea of leaving was just heartbreaking and that much harder, especially when Phil kept finding and guilt tripping him back home, knowing very well how soft Evan's heart was and taking advantage.

Putting her hands in her lap, her big eyes staring down at her feet, Maria knew that her friend was weighing down his options. She recognized the signs – still form, silent frame, faraway gaze. It was a state she found herself in many times while she was down. But even if she was still working through all of the psychological damage, it didn't mean she could let Evan go through the same thing – because he would. If Evan continued to ignore the warning signs and struggle through an unworkable relationship then he was going to get very badly hurt. Maria wouldn't let that happen, though. The pain was excruciating and she couldn't let her best and only friend go through the same thing. He wouldn't come out of it in one piece that much she did know.

"Are you okay?" She finally asked, leaning over to Evan, nudging him with her arm.

"I don't know, Ria."

Maria nodded her head, her eyes casting down at her hands, which she was twisting and fumbling with. She suddenly had an idea, something that might help her friend … but she didn't know if she was ready for reveal such a thing. She had kept it secret for so long, ashamed of what would be said if it came out. After all, she ran because of said secret. Many people would have probably labeled her foolish or stupid for actually running away because of him, but they weren't in her place. They didn't feel what she was experiencing and they weren't around when she had to go through the torment. She carried the secret with her for almost an entire year and she still wasn't fully healed. She was badly damaged, but that didn't mean Evan had to be, too. With her history and knowledge of the situation, she could always try to sway him to see what would happen, to warn him before he could break like she did …

"You know you aren't alone in this. Believe it or not, I've been through the same thing you have," She finally said, her voice slow and full of uncertainty, as though she wasn't fully onboard with what she was revealing.

"You have?" Evan asked, his eyebrows rising in surprise, his brown eyes focusing on her.

The redhead nodded her head, biting her bottom lip. "His name was Punk …"

With their lips molded together in a rough kiss, Adam Copeland and Kelly Blank had absolutely no idea where they were at in the house, only that they had a limited about of time before their clients came over to look over the for sale home. Not wasting any time, the two were quick at removing all of their clothing, the warmth of their bodies enough to heat them up nicely. Moaning into the kiss, Kelly's hand reached down between them, her hand gripping Adam's hardened member, slowly stroking it as her boss bucked into her hand. The times they got together were few and far between, but Adam and Kelly made the best of their situation. The recent business trip to Florida was enough time for the two to carry on their affair, the thought of drifting apart too much to bear for the two blondes.

His tongue running up her neck, Adam's hands were traveling around Kelly's thin body, his fingers flicking at her nipples, rubbing them until they were hard nubs before moving along, ready to discover and excite different parts of her glorious body. The blonde beauty could hardly get enough of it. Her breath was coming out in panted whimpers, her long hair sticking to her face due to the perspiration that was already starting to glisten over their bodies. Hoisting Kelly up, her long, tanned legs wrapping around his waist, Adam started to bite and lick at her collar bone, the sounds of her yelps and whimpers enough to make him almost lose it completely. He had to hold off, though. There was no way he was going to cum too early, not when he hadn't had the feel of her warm, tight walls encircling him. His fingers worked their way to Kelly's bottom, slowly circling the hole before pushing a finger in, her entire body arching with just that simple motion. Running his tongue along her neck, Adam slowly started to pump his finger inside of her, the tips just barely grazing over that sensitive spot, making her moan in pleasure as she lowered her head back down, her lips once again finding his.

Another finger was soon added as Adam's lips worked in unison to Kelly's, both completely aware of the lack of time the two possessed, but not at all ready to stop the waves of desire that were flowing through both of them, controlling their movements. It wasn't long until Kelly found herself bobbing up and down, riding Adam's fingers, trying to hit that pleasure spot. Before the blonde beauty knew it, yet another finger was added and she was practically screaming in pleasure, her body screaming and reacting in the most pleasurable way imaginable. She could feel her walls closing, her inclination reaching its climax, but before that could happen, Adam removed his fingers and quickly replaced it with his throbbing cock, already leaking of precum as he pumped himself a few times, slicking himself up for Kelly.

"Ready, baby?" Adam asked, his breath tickling her ears. He inhaled, taking in the scent of his beautiful secretary. He groaned softly, the feel of her weight against him, the way her legs were wrapped around him, holding him close, the intoxicating sight of her bouncing up and down on his fingers, it was making his head spin and his cock ache.

"Yes!" Kelly gasped out, her blue eyes wide as she felt Adam's dick poking at her entrance, teasing her, knowing that she was so close to climaxing. "Fuck me, Adam! Please! Fuck me hard!"

Growling, Adam didn't need any more encouragement as he stuffed her full, his dick easily sliding into her warm heat. Wasting no time at all, Adam started to thrust while Kelly continued to bounce, both easily able to come up with a rhythm as they worked to pleasure the other. His eyes rolling shut, Adam threw his head back and continued to thrust, the most amazing feelings flowing through his body, especially when his blonde beauty leaned in, her lips pressing against his neck, her teeth nibbling at his Adam's apple. He groaned, his arms wrapping around, cupping her ass and squeezing, eliciting a cry of absolute bliss from Kelly.

Their pace became more frantic, rougher, harder, both knowing that at any moment, their clients could walk in and that was probably one of the many reasons why the two were so turned on to what they were doing. Kelly started bouncing, her body going up and down on Adam's dick as he pushed its way into her, the warmth of her walls enough to make him moan loudly in ecstasy. His hips thrusted upward in a quick motion, his cock slamming into her for all it was worth, shaking her to the very core as he pounded into her hot spot, making the blond beauty throw her head back and scream, a smile ghosting her lips as her eyes closed. She wanted to hold off for as long as possible, to allow the pleasure to continue until she could barely move, but that couldn't happen, not when they were fucking with borrowed time … that and, as Adam continue to slam into that spot, Kelly just couldn't hold off anymore. Burying her head in the crook of his neck, Kelly let out a pleasure-filled scream as she came, cream white silky ribbons dripping onto the hardwood floor as her lover thrusted inside of her. It wasn't long until Copeland came, unable to prolong anymore. He came into her, his load shooting deep into her, though he continued to thrust, making sure that he was completely gone before he stopped, his head coming to rest on her shoulder.

"Shit …" Adam gasped, his breathe coming out in pants, his legs shaking from the effort of holding his lover up and thrusting. He picked his head up from Kelly's shoulder, smiling as he stared at her. Her hair was messy and her skin glistened with sweat, but she looked absolutely beautiful.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," She smiled, leaning down, and pressing her lips gently against his, the kiss much more loving and tender than before. Unwinding her legs, Kelly dropped to the floor, looking around the room at the mess around them. "What time is it?"

"I have no idea. I dropped my phone somewhere over here."

Laughing, Kelly walked over to her skirt that was lying on the floor near the wall. Picking it up, she quickly stepped into it before tossing Adam his pants. Both went around the room, grabbing various articles of clothing and putting them on, making themselves presentable for a meeting that would be happening any second. Sitting down on the sofa, Kelly slipped on her heels, her blue eyes casting a glance at the phone that was peeking out of her clutch purse.

"What time?" Adam asked, working the blue tie.

"We have five minutes to spare," Kelly replied, her dazzling smile coming through as she stood up and made her way over to Adam, taking over with the tie. Her fingers gracefully fixed the tie, her blue eyes staring into Adam's. "We're good, baby."

Laughing, Adam leaned in and kissed Kelly, his lips soft yet forceful as they worked in unison. "Thank you, Kellz."

"You're welcome, Adam."

Green eyes watched as the blonde beauty made her way around the spacious living area, her curves pronounced in the skirt and blouse she wore. He couldn't remember how the affair started; only that it was going better than he had ever thought imaginable. They worked, as though they were made for each other. Of course, there was someone in the way, someone that was stopping Adam's hopes from being achieved …

"So … have you thought about what we talked about two weeks ago?" He asked carefully, making sure to keep his voice as casual as possible.

"I have," Kelly answered, nodding her head as she leaned against the wall, her arms crossing. "I haven't been able to talk to Justin about it, though. He's been acting weird lately, so I've just been leaving him alone," She shrugged, absentmindedly, not all that concerned. A part of her really did care about her South African boyfriend, but deep down, Kelly knew that they were just too different. There just wasn't that spark anymore. It had slowly diminished, as did their relationship.

Adam sighed, running a hand through his wavy, blonde hair as he nodded his head. He was a patient man, but that didn't stop his frustration from growing. The second he laid eyes on Kelly, he knew that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, to share everything with. He was hesitant about starting an affair with her, knowing that she was involved with another. Temptation was a tricky thing, though, and before Adam knew it, he was pushing the blonde beauty against the wall, his lips ravaging hers as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. That had been almost three months ago and no progress had been made.

"Do you know when you are going to talk to him?"

"No," Kelly said simply. Upon seeing the annoyed expression on her lover's face, Kelly uncrossed her arms and made her way over to Adam, her hand coming to rest on his forearm as she looked up into his green eyes. "Baby, why are you in such a rush? We're here, we're together. We don't need a label to feel what we are right now."

"I want you, Kelly. I can't fully have you until you are free of Gabriel," His enemy's name came out dryly, as though Adam had trouble getting the word out. His green eyes had turned dark, lust and desire taking over once more as he stared down into her blue eyes, getting lost in the beauty.

Before Kelly could say anything, though, there was a knock on the door, the sound echoing around the empty house. Neither moved for a second, both staring into each other's eyes, trying to read what the other was thinking, but eventually, Kelly moved first, turning around and making her way over to the door. She gripped it and turned the knob, opening it with a big smile on her face as their clients – Alberto Del Rio and Rosa Mendes – walked into the house.

"Hello, Alberto, Rosa, how are you guys doing?" Kelly asked, giving Rosa a hug and Alberto a kiss on the cheek as she motioned the two in.

"We're doing wonderful," Alberto answered, a smile gracing his features as he offered Adam his hand in greeting. "Good to see you again, Mr. Copeland."

"Oh, no, the pleasure is mine," Adam replied, excepting the offering hand. He smiled and put an arm around Rosa, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he motioned around the house. "Well, what do you guys think so far?"

"I am already in love with this house," Rosa said, her eyes scanning over the interior of the house, her smile growing with each second. It had been so long since she felt that happy and it was all thanks to Alberto. He was her knight in shining armor, coming to her when she was in greatest need of a saviour. "What do you think, Alberto?" She asked, casting her gaze to her boyfriend.

"There is potential here," Alberto replied, his eyes taking in the house, figuring it's real worth.

"Well, before you make your decision, why don't we give you a tour?" Kelly suggested, giving the two a glamorous smile.

"That sounds like a good idea," Adam nodded, motioning towards the kitchen. "Why don't we start in here?"

After a wave of agreement, Alberto and Rosa made their way into the kitchen, Rosa talking animatedly about all she would like to do with the living space while Alberto nodded his head and added a suggest here and there. Kelly started to follow behind, but stopped when she felt a grip on her arm, pulling her back gently.

"We need to talk about this later on tonight," Adam whispered against her ear. "I'm not going to wait forever so you need to decide – Gabriel or me."

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