Chapter Three: Attack!

Mark was awakened by a blood curdling shriek and a crash coming from Storm's bedroom. He ran up the stairs, swiftly, and saw Storm. She was crying and screaming, craddling her bloody hand to her chest. There was shreds of glass all over the floor. He carefully picked up Storm in his arms and headed to the bathroom. He set her on the toilet seat and grabbed the first-aid kit.

"What happened?"

Storm didn't say anything, just kept on crying. Mark sighed and pulled her close. Man, she felt good in his arms. He sighed as he rubbed her back, whispering soft things in her ear. All he got was hissing and screams of pain. He pulled away, frowning.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I-I'm fine." She didn't want Mark to see her scars, he would think that she's worthless. She sighed to herself.

"You aren't fine. Otherwise, you wouldn't have screamed like that. Turn around so that I can see your back."

"No."

Mark raised his eyebrows.

"Did you just say no to me," he said, his voice getting higher. She winced at his words.

"N-No."

Mark saw that he was scaring her, he didn't want to do that.

"Listen, I'm sorry I scared you.. I just want to see if you are okay?"

She put her head down.

"Turn around so I can see your back."

She sighed deeply and turned around, back facing Mark. He pulled up her shirt and gasped. There were multiple bruises and scars covering her back. He touched one of them, but Storm screamed in pain. He pulled her shirt down and turned her around.

"How did you get those. Tell the truth....."

*Friday Night SmackDown*

Storm didn't tell Mark how she got the scars, but she knew she would have to tell him sooner or later. A bang came on his locker room door and it swung open. Storm got up swiftly, her eyes bawled out of her head. It was her ex-boyfriend.

"Jarold.... w-what are you d-doing h-here?" She trembled with fear as he took small steps toward her.

"I told you... you were going to pay for leaving me. You are my property and you are my slave."

Storm slapped him, but he grabbed her hand and twisted it. She yelped in pain, only to get a right hand to the jaw. She fell to the floor, head first, leaving her unconscious.

A few minutes later....

Jarold zipped up his pants and buttoned his shirt. He laughed evily, his work was accomplished. He ran out the room and went to Big Show.

*Match*

After Undertaker pinned Diesel for the win, Big Show and Jarold walked out, microphones in hand.

"Ohhhh Unndertakerr?"

Undertaker grabbed a mic and raised it to his mouth.

"What do ya' want, Big Show?"

"You shouldn't be concerned about me 'Taker. You should be concerned about your friend, Storm."

The camera zoomed to Mark's locker room. It was a disarray. Storm was nowhere to be seen.

"STORM!"

Mark jumped out the ring and ran backstage to his locker room, SmackDown went off the air.

*After the show*

Maria, Jeff Hardy, Triple H, Mark, and Mickie James was on the search for Storm. Maria and Mickie James went into Mark's locker room and searched. Maria walked into the bathroom and gasped. Storm was wrapped up in a shower curtain, naked. It appeared that she had been raped.

"MICKIE! STORM'S IN HERE!"

Mickie James went inside the bathroom and gasped.

"Maria, go get the guys. I'll stay here. Mark won't be happy..."

Maria ran out on the search for the guys. Mickie was in hysterics, crying over her friend's body. She pulled Storm's body to her, crying for her to wake up. Suddenly, Storm woke up.

"W-Where am I? Who are you?"

"Mickie James."

"Mickie.... where's Mark?"

"He is on his way. Do you remember anything?"

Storm began to cry and scream. Mark, Jeff, and Triple H ran inside the locker room.

"You two stay here. I'll go get here."

Triple H went inside the bathroom and gasped. His girlfriend (Mickie James) was crying alongside Storm.

"Mark... you might want to see this."

Mark ran inside and stopped dead in his tracks. Mark's eyes filled with tears, one rolled down his face. He cleared his throat.

"We need to get her to the ER, she's slipping out of consciousness," Mickie said. Mark grabbed Storm out of Mickie's arms and walked out to the ambulance. Mark and the others followed.