FF Few Hours—around 10:30-11:16 PM

Now this was taking it a little too far. Mike just finished his annual beating towards me, and wanna know the reason this time? It my NXT Rookie Krista beating his rookie Chana in a match that had allowed her to gain immunity from the elimination next week, well it isn't my fault that my Rookie is better than yours in the ring…but to Mike it was my fault.

Knock, knock, knock. Fuck I thought to myself. I got myself up by a fallen end table, only to collapse back again and see that my ankle had swollen. That rat bastard! He broken my ankle! "Come in!" I hoarsely yell, and had to clear my throat since it felt raw from the "yelling" that I had been doing, which was muffled by Mike's hand covering my mouth.

I heard the door open and close and that person instantly run towards me, bends down to see if there was any major damage done to me. "Oh God Haylie, he's done it to you again?" The person asked, and which automatically I knew the voice had belonged to Alex, he'd always seemed like the 'big brother' type to me—and he had to be my 'big brother' since me actual brother was still in Long Island taking care of Faith.

I nodded yes and whispered, "Check my left ankle," He did just that as he saw the swollenness of it. "Yeah, I think its broken," He said as he got me on my feet. "Come on, we gotta send you to the hospital," He added as he lead me out of the room.

.x.

Few minutes later, Alex saw a doctor leave my hospital room and he asked, "How is she doc?"

"Well for her ankle, it's a Grade two sprain, the ligaments in her ankle are torn just a little bit, but she would, but obviously she would be needing crutches." The doctor said, then walked away from him. Alex was about to enter the room when he heard Mike asked, "Why's Haylie in here?"

Alex turned around and wanted to blow up in Mike's face, but he said in the most civilized way and said, "You should know, you put her in here."

"No I didn't, what happened to her?" Mike asked again.

"Uh yeah you did, you basically had her sprain her ankle." Alex said.

"Huh, maybe I did," Mike said, sounding innocent, then added, "and so what? Haylie can't do anything about it?"

"What the fuck do you mean?" Alex asked.

"If she wants this to end, she can't just leave." Mike said, then left.

Alex stood there for a few minutes before muttering, "Fuck, he's already at the obsession stage," Then entered Haylie's room to check on her.

.x.

The next day when I was released from the hospital, Alex took it upon himself to drive the me home.

"Thanks for taking care of me during these horrible times, at least someone wants to take care of me," I said as I was leaning my head on the window as we were currently listening to the song What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flats.

"Anytime, and I do agree that at least I'm the only person that would take care of you and make sure that you don't go off the deep end," Alex said.

"But why are you helping me?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Alex asked.

"I mean you could've joined in on what Mike's doing to me, but you're not. What gives?" I asked.

"Well, I'd always wanted what was best for you, and that also includes you not being murdered very, very slowly by the person that was supposed to love you," Alex said.

"Oh," I said, not wanting to get a little bit more into the conversation as she resumed listening to the song and started getting a little bit teary eyed.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though
Goin on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay
But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away

And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And havin' so much to say
(Much to say)
And watchin' you walk away

And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do, oh
Oh yeah

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin' so much to say
(To say)
And watchin' you walk away

And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do

Alex finally saw the tears that were rolling down my cheeks, and since he was at the perfect spot, he pulled over near a cliff, killed the engine but somehow let the radio still on and then him and I got out of the car, got on the front hood of the car, and Alex pulled me towards him so my head (which was leaning on my left crooked elbow) was on his lap and I then proceeded to cry some more.

Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do, ooo