Rating NC-17: Language, drug use, sexual references and suicidal themes.
Summary: Abused by her boyfriend, Stacey loses all trusts and hopes with men until Phil comes along into her life. CM PunkXOC
Disclaimer: Like everyone else, no I don't own any of the characters. Though I do hope to own CM Punk sometime in the near future. I respect the WWE and the fellow superstars I have written about. This is just for me to pass my time as I wait to you to except me into the company. So please don't sue, I work in a department store so you wouldn't be making much from me anyway.
Chapter Three.
"Thanks for keeping the doors unlocked for me Lester. I really appreciate it." Phil said as he walked down a flight of stairs with Lester, one of the arena's security guards on patrol.
"That's fine Phil. There's still management staff around and fans hanging around outside waiting for autographs. So how is John?" Lester replied as he walked along through the corridor with Phil.
"Yeah he's fine. The doctor told him to take it easy and Vince gave him the week off so he can re-cover. But yeah, he'll be alright." Phil said as they reached the front entrance of the arena.
"Oh well that's good. Right well, its rainy outside so take it easy on the road. When's WWE coming back?" Lester said as he unlocked the doors of the arena, while Phil stood beside him.
"Ah April 21st or close on. Not too long away. Okay you take it easy too." Phil smiled as he shook Lester's hand and walked outside.
He placed his Misfits jumper on over the top of his white Singlet and picked up his gym bag and started to head down towards the car park. He saw a bunch of fans waiting beside the steps and smiled as they came to greet him. "Hey guys, you shouldn't be standing out here in the cold. Make sure you rug up when you get home." He said as he signed a few photos for a group of little kids.
He waved goodbye to them and smiled across at their parents and started to walk down the stairs. He jumped back as he felt as though he stepped on something hard. He couldn't see much in the dark and with the poor lighting of the arena carpark but he managed to make out a silhouette of a girl lying on the steps.
"Oww." Stacey moaned as she clutched her hand. She wasn't expecting anyone to walk near her as she was lying towards a small wall connecting to the steps , but she guessed she was wrong.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." Phil said as he kneeled down beside the girl.
Stacey couldn't quite recognise him in the darkness, but he had a soothing voice. "Its okay."
"What are you doing out here in the dark? Its freezing and it's going to start to rain any minute." Phil asked. He was puzzled why she was laying out in the middle of the arena stairs. She should be home with her mother and father. Not laying out in the cold waiting to freeze to death. "Come on, I'll give you a lift home."
"I can't go home. I'll be fine. Go home to your girlfriend." Stacey said as she started to back away.
"Well if you can't go home, at least let me drive you to the hotel where I'm staying." Phil said.
Stacey sighed. What should she do? Go with her gut instinct and follow this stranger where he too could possibly rape her and kill her or stay here and most likely freeze overnight. Either way she had no luck. "Okay then."
Phil smiled as he helped her to her feet. He could make out from the feel of her arms as he helped her to her feet that she wasn't very big. She must be young. He thought. He started to guide her down the steps one by one as they were slippery from the rain. He noticed she was wearing a dark hoodie that covered most of her face but saw a bit of her blonde hair shine through as they walked past a light. "Well here's my car. Let me get the door for you." He said as he approached his car and unlocked the door and held it open for her as she hoped inside. Once she was settled inside, he shut the door and quickly made his way over to his side of the car as the rain started to fall once again.
He hoped inside and quickly buckled himself in. He noticed it was quite dark inside his car and leaned over to flick a light on above the re-view mirror. "Here, lets let some light in."
Stacey quickly looked over at the man and screamed as she recognised Phil from the hospital were they had been earlier before.
Phil looked at her in shock as she reached over and tried to open the door beside her.
"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?" He asked.
Stacey started to cry once again as she pushed on the door hatch, trying desperately to open the doors. "Please, please, please…." She sobbed as she continued to struggle with the handle. "Don't hurt me."
Phil looked upon in shock. "What? Of course I'm not going to hurt you. Why would you think such a thing?"
Stacey sat there and started to breathe heavily. She was trapped, alone in this car with his man. Though he had a jumper on, she remembered his heavily tattooed arms and the muscles attached to him. She thought Nick was dangerous. Well even he had nothing upon this man.
Phil noticed she was having a panic attack. He quickly pressed a button beside his arm that whined down the window to her side of the car. "Just breathe okay, and listen to me. I am hurt going to hurt you. I promise. I'm going to drive you and myself to the hotel were I'm staying. Its about 10 minutes from here."
Stacey looked at him and nodded her head as he continued to talk.
"Once we arrive, I'm going to drop you off at the front reception. I won't ask you your name or what room you're in. I won't talk to you again, ever?"
Stacey nodded once again as she slowly regained her breath. He seemed sincere to his words and she slowly looked at him again into his brown eyes to make sure he wasn't lying.
Phil looked down at her and swore to himself that she was the young one he had saw in the hospital before. He quietly cursed at himself; picking up a junkie was one of the last things he attended on doing. But she looked frightened. What should I do? Throw her out like she wanted before? Or take her with me? He couldn't decide for himself so he asked her. "What do you want to do?"
Stacey slowly spoke. "Take me with you."
Phil nodded his head and started the car.
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"Okay well. We're here." Phil said as he pulled into the car park of the large hotel.
Stacey couldn't believe how big the place was. She thought he was going to some rundown hotel on the outskirts of the city, but here they were in a huge building, towering up to the sky, located right in the middle of the city. Stacey looked over and noticed he had parked the car in a car park. He turned off the engine and started to unbuckle his seat belt. "The front reception is over there behind us."
Stacey chewed on her lip. She couldn't afford to stay in a place like this in a million years. The staff probably wouldn't allow her to walk through the front entrance let alone, let her stay in a room…for free. "I can't….I can't afford anything like this."
Phil looked over at her and watched as she slowly chewed her lip. He sighed as he ran his hand through his hair and rested his elbow on the door of his car. "Really?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry, I know I belong on the streets. I just wasn't expecting you to be staying at a place like this." She softly spoke, unable to meet his gaze.
Phil closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. At least she was being honest, she did belong on the streets. But he couldn't risk his reputation. He couldn't be known as the WWE wrestler who discarded a young girl to the streets simply because he didn't approve of her lifestyle. He couldn't. "Well I guess you'll have to come with me."
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Stacey waited behind Phil as he popped his key card into the slot beside the door. He heard a beep and opened the door and held it open for Stacey as she walked in behind him. 'Shit' he mumbled to himself. Vince had to give him a room with one bed. Well he assumed Vince must have thought he wasn't expecting company that night. He noticed a leather couch in the corner of the room and decided that he'd sleep there for the night.
"Ah…" Stacey spoke quietly trying to get Phil's attention. Clutching her backpack.
Phil turned around and looked at her. Her clothes were saturating wet from the rain and her black mascara was running down her pale face. He noticed she was shivering from the cold. "Go take a shower, it'll warm you up."
Stacey nodded her head as she slowly pulled her hoodie over her head and tossed it on the ground. Unaware to Phil's gaze. He noticed how slim she was. Her snow-white skin was covered by a flimsy white singlet. He noticed her black bra hidden underneath the flimsy material and the small cuts along her arms. As she turned around to walk into the shower he noticed the small, sticky patch of dry blood covering the back of her head. "Hey what happened to your head?"
Stacey placed her hand on the back of her head and looked down, still unable to look at him properly. "Uh…I must have cut my head on a rock when I was lying down or something. Its okay. I'll clean it up in the shower."
Phil noticed how uncomfortable she was. He knew she was lying, but he wouldn't get the truth out of her. Not just yet anyway. "Okay. I'll see you soon."
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Stacey placed on the other plain blue singlet she had in her bag and the other pair of jeans she had on and walked out of the shower. She saw him unfolding blankets from the closet and walked over and sat down on the corner of the bed. He looked over at her and smiled a small smile. "Feel better?"
Stacey nodded her head while she picked at her nails. She didn't like this act he was playing. Playing the sweet and nice guy to her face for now. But behind that disguise hid a nasty, veil man just waiting for her to fall asleep so he could have his way with her.
"Well I know its only 9 o'clock but I've had a busy day today so I really want to go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow for a weight session." Phil explained as he walked over to his gym bag and started to pull out his night wear which consisted of black boxer shorts and an old Motely Crue t-shirt.
"Yeah…" Stacey replied and sat up and grabbed a blanket from the couch and wrapped herself around it. She walked over to the other side of the room and sat down on the floor. She slowly laid down and wriggled around to get herself comfortable against the ground.
Phil looked at her like she was crazy. "What are you doing. Sleep in the bed. I'll take the couch."
Stacey sat up and looked at him. "Really?"
"Yeah of course. Don't sleep on the floor." He chuckled as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
Stacey hoped off the floor and walked over to the bed and crawled in. She couldn't believe how big the bed was and how comfortable it was. It was better then the old mattress she had on the floor back home. She sighed as she closed her eyes. She couldn't go back. She couldn't think about it. Knowing Nick was around, waiting for her to come back and fuck up again so he could put an end to their relationship for good.
She heard him come out of the bathroom and flicked the light off and made his way over to the couch and laid down. He groaned quietly as he tried to adjust his body to the mould of the couch. It wasn't comfortable at all. But he couldn't throw her out. Not now after he insisted she take the bed. He definitely couldn't share the bed with her. He shook that crazy idea out of his head. There was one thing he had forgotten to ask her and he decided to do so before he went to sleep. "Hey….uh what's your name?"
Stacey's eyes opened as he heard him in the dark. "Stacey."
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Phil awoke at 6o'clock the next morning as the sunlight from the window shone onto his face. He yawned and looked over at Stacey who was curled up in a small ball. He chuckled quietly to himself as he noticed she had this huge bed to her tiny self, yet she stayed to one side the whole time. The other side looked as though it hadn't been touched.
He pulled a tight, black t-shirt on over his chest and placed a pair of dark, blue shorts on over his black boxer shorts. He walked over to the dinning table on one of the sides of the room and wrote a note on the back of a breakfast menu, hoping she'd read it before he left. He walked into the bathroom and grabbed his toiletries and tossed them in his gym bag and quietly made his way out of the room, shutting the door on Stacey.
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Stacey awoke a few hours later and had to blink twice as she tried to remember where she was. She looked over at the couch and realised he wasn't there. She crawled out of bed and looked around the rest of the room and noticed he wasn't around.
As she came out of the bathroom, she noticed a note on the dinning table. She walked over and picked up the note and carefully read it.
"Stacey, sorry I had to leave early on you. I have a busy day ahead. If you want to come and say goodbye I'll be dinning at the Four Seasons restaurant tonight. Phil."
So that's his name. "He doesn't look like a Phil." She said out loud. She decided she'd stay in the hotel room for most of the day as she didn't have anywhere else to go. And knew Nick wouldn't come looking for her here. She'd be safe for now.
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Phil sat down at a table with John, Layla, and Barbie who was better known to the fans as Kelly Kelly. Phil, dressed in a white shirt with long sleeves and black dress pants laughed as Layla joked at how awful John's date turned out to be last night.
"Well I didn't know you two liked each other." Phil replied as he took a sip of his water.
"We don't. It was a thought of the moment thing. I don't know what made me say yes." Layla chuckled as she placed her arm on John's shoulder as she continued to chuckle.
"I'm not that bad Layla, geez." John said, waving his hands in the air to defend himself against Layla and his friends.
"Yeah I know. Better as friends though." Layla smiled, patting him on the shoulder, before taking a sip of her red wine.
Phil looked around the environment of the restaurant. It comprised of two levels. They were seated on the ground level. Ancient Roman paintings covered the walls and the high ceilings and the lighting was dimmed so people could enjoy their meals. There was a large fish tank at the front of the restaurant, filled with lobsters and Cray fish for people who wanted to eat them.
Phil looked over to the front entrance once again and smiled when he saw Stacey walk in, still dressed in the same clothes she had worn to bed the night before. Truth be told, he wasn't expecting her to show up. But he was glad she did. "Ah excuse me for a minute guys." He said as he got up from his seat and walked towards the front of the restaurant towards where Stacey was waiting.
Stacey looked around and spotted Phil walking towards her. She didn't know why she had bothered to come here. People were dressed nicely and talking about their businesses and country clubs. This wasn't a place where she'd be seen dinning at ever. She noticed the waiter at the front desk look at her oddly and she guessed she was going to be asked to leave any minute. She gave a small smile as Phil approached her and stood in front of her.
"Hey. So you got my message?" He smiled at her.
"Yeah I did. Uhh…well thanks I guess." She replied, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn't sure what to say to him. She hadn't worked out his motives yet.
Barbie looked over at Phil talking to a young girl with bleach blonde hair and nudged Layla who was sitting aside her, talking to John. "Look."
Layla looked over to towards the front of the restaurant at Phil and noticed he was talking to a small girl at the front entrance. "Oh she's pretty. Not really Phil's type though."
"Yeah I know. He hasn't mentioned about having a new girlfriend since he broke up with Maria." Barbie explained puzzled as she watched the two talk.
"Well thank you again Phil. I guess I'll let you get back to your friends." Stacey said as she gave a quick glance over at his friends who were waiting for him. She noticed Barbie's weird gaze and Stacey assumed she was Phil's girlfriend.
"Alright. Well it was nice to meet you Stacey. Good luck with everything." Phil said as he held out his hand to her.
Stacey looked at him and slowly took his hand and gave it a quick shake. "Thanks. Good luck to you too."
"Luck for what?" He chuckled and stopped as she gave him a confused look.
He watched her walk out of the restaurant and headed down the street. This girl fascinated him. She hadn't said more then a few sentences to him, but he felt for her. Sure she was a junkie, but she looked frightened. And for some odd reason, he wanted to know why. But in order to do that, he had to get to know her more. But he couldn't now since she had just walked out of the restaurant and out of his life. Phil opened the door of the restaurant and called out to Stacey who was heading down the street. "Stacey."
Stacey turned around and looked at him puzzled.
"Ah…where were you planning to go tonight?" He asked as he stood a few feet away from her.
"I don't know." She replied honestly. She didn't know. She was planning to look around for an all night shopping centre to spend the night, away from the cold. If not, sleep in a park nearby.
"Well did you wanna go get a drink or something? I'm finishing up with my friends. I'll be out in two minutes." Phil said and waited for her to nod before he walked back in.
He walked back over to Layla, John, and Barbie and grabbed his coat from around the chair he was sitting at. "Sorry guys, something's come up. I'll see you all tomorrow at the house show."
Barbie chuckled as she looked at Phil. "Nice catch. We understand."
Phil looked at her confused and said goodbye to the others as he made his way out of the restaurant and over to Stacey who was waiting outside beside the door.
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"They've got great hot chocolate here." Phil explained to Stacey as they ordered their meals to the waitress at the small coffee shop down the street from the restaurant from where Phil was dinning before. He smiled as he handed the waitress his menu back as he sat in the small booth at the back of the shop with Stacey. He waited until she walked off before he began to talk to Stacey who was sitting across from him. She was hunched over, trying her best to shelter herself from him. She placed her hands in her lap after she gave the waitress back the menu.
"So…ah tell me about yourself?" Phil asked as he looked over at Stacey.
Stacey, still with her eyes looking down at her hands in her lap, thought to herself. She didn't know anything about his guy apart from the fact his name was Phil. He could be a rapist, a murderer or both for all she knew. But he seemed smart. Too smart to be a rapist. Maybe he was a cop? That's right, he was just waiting for her to slip up and tell him about her drug use so he could arrest her and throw her into jail for the rest of her life. But at the moment, it didn't seem like a bad idea. There was shelter, food and bedding provided in jail, it was better then anything she had at the moment. "Are you a cop?"
Phil looked at her and chuckled. "A cop? No. Why do you ask?"
Stacey sighed and slowly looked up at him. "Just wondering."
"Actually I'm a professional wrestler. I go by the ring name CM Punk. Heard of me?" He asked.
Stacey gave him a confused look. He wasn't built huge like the wrestlers she'd seen on the TV and in magazines but then again he had those tattoos. Looks could be deceiving. "No. I haven't."
"Well that's alright, its not everyone's thing. So what do you do for a living?" Phil asked. He guessed he already knew the answer, but thought the only way to gain her trust was to talk to her.
"I uh, I don't have a job at the moment." Stacey sighed.
Phil nodded and let her continue as their food was bought over to them. Stacey looked down at her plate of french fries. She remembered that they costed nine dollars on the menu and she only had ten dollars left on her after she had bought herself lunch earlier on in the day. "I can't afford this."
"But I can. Honestly I don't mind. You need to eat. You're very slim." He replied as he started to eat his steak and chips. He preferred food like this. He and John both did. But since Layla and Barbie insisted on dining at a fancy place that charged $25 for a bowl of soup, he couldn't really say no to them. Though he thought it was daylight robbery. Its not like he couldn't afford it. Being the ECW Champion had its bonuses, including a bigger pay check then most of the roster, but he had grown up eating home cooked meals, so this was as good as it could possibly get to him. He didn't realise the effect of his words had hit Stacey and she looked down at herself and sighed. She knew she was skinny. She didn't like to eat much. Heroin was her craving. Not food.
"Well, I'm 19 years old. I'm turning 20 in a month and a bit. I'm not at home at the moment since I got into a fight with my parents so I think its best if I avoid them for the next couple of days." She lied.
"Ah yeah. I was the same at your age. Always getting into fights with my parents. That's why I moved out when I was 20." Phil replied as he continued to eat.
"How old are you?" Stacey asked. He looked young but the stubble of his beard around his face made him look older then what she thought he could be.
"I'm 28 now." Phil said.
Stacey nodded, "And why did you become a wrestler?"
"I've always loved it growing up as a kid. So I knew when I was around 10-12 that that was what I wanted to be." Phil explained.
Stacey smiled a small smile at his response. He had fulfilled his dream. Maybe there was a chance for her? To get away from Nick. To stop her drug addiction and most of all, know what it felt like to be happy and loved.