A/N: Thank you to ChainGangHottieWithKillerLegs, therealchamps, my time is now, animalsavior and Cena's baby doll for reviewing the previous chapter. You too nice with your words. It really has been a while since I updates a story as quickly as I'm updating this one - I hope I don't jinx it! Enjoy the next chapter and please tell me what you think about my writing/English because I really want to know. Thank you.


Never Alone

Chapter Three - The Devil

The three days that followed her messy escape from his grip were unbearable. Stacy found herself fighting to survive to his punishment.

When the blonde woman reached their bedroom that morning and knocked at the door, he didn't answer. It was a relief to know he wasn't around. It meant she still had more time to prepare herself for the confrontation.

The WWE Diva convinced the hotel maid to open the door by telling that she had forgotten her key inside the room. After showing the key, which had been left inside her purse, Stacy was left alone by the maid.

His absence gave Stacy time to pick her belongings - she was surprised by not having a single missed call from her friends; at the end of the day, she had failed their encounter - and to change clothes. Praying not to find him at the lobby, the tall blonde made her way to the elevators. She spent the day away from everyone who knew her. She spent it alone, sauntering around without knowing where to go. The management would be angry at her for missing a house show, but they were the last of her concerns. Her boyfriend frightened her more than losing her job.

That night when Stacy arrived at the bedroom, he was there. To her surprise, he didn't do anything against her; he didn't touch a single string of her hair. He simply stared at her and then walked away, slamming the door behind him. His eyes warned her not to go anywhere. Following his unspoken orders, Stacy waited for his return - for what the future reserved for her.

When she closed her eyes to fall asleep hours later, her body was numb; it was sore. She couldn't feel her limbs. He had beaten senselessly with his belt. The buckled crashed against her back too many times. She tried to count how many times he whipped her, but ended up losing the count because of the shattering pain. It was the first time he ever hit her with a belt.

The next morning, Stacy waited for him to leave before getting up. Looking at her naked body at the mirror, she greeted new bruises and scratches all over her back. Her eyes were watery, but she refused to let a single tear to fall. He didn't beat her that day. With bags to make and a flight to catch, spanking her should be the last of his thoughts, especially when the last thrashing left so many scars all over her back.

The third day was her day off. How she wished to go home and to be alone. She hadn't gone home for a while now. He didn't let her go. On her day off, she would travel with him to the town - to the state - where he had signings to do or house shows. Stacy didn't do it for loving him nor did she do it for dedication to her job - as she knew that most of the people thought. She did it because she was obligated to do; he made her do it against her will.

That night he hurt her again. He hurt her in the worst way possible he could. She couldn't refuse his touch, she couldn't scream out loud "no". The next morning, she woke up hating herself for letting him do it; for not stopping him. It made her feel so dirty - it always did.

Now, there she was standing backstage, near the catering area, waiting for another Raw show to come to end and then to go to a hotel bedroom where she would be trapped. Perhaps he would want to go out and she could spend a few moments with people who would never hurt her.

Stacy wanted to put an end to her misery. However, she didn't know how to do it. She tried to put an end to the overwhelming relationship, but he didn't accept. He threatened her: if she ever walked away, he would hurt the people she cared about; he would haunt her until the days of her life; he would make sure she wouldn't have a moment of rest in her life, always looking over her shoulder. The blonde had knowledge of what he was capable of and his menaces weren't vain.

A raven haired woman made her way to Stacy's side. The younger woman made sure her lips coiled into a welcoming smile. She couldn't let anyone to suspect about what it was happening in her life. If she dragged someone to the middle of this confusion, Stacy would never forgive herself. No one would be hurt because of her.

- Where have you been? - The raven haired asked. However, Lisa, who was known by the WWE fans by Vitoria, didn't give Stacy an opportunity to answer. - You could have called advising that you had other plans. I felt worried when you didn't show up.

The taller woman wished she had showed up. She planned to show up, but he ruined it for her as he always did.

- I'm sorry. - She hadn't spoken with anyone since leaving John's bedroom three days ago. Dealing with her boyfriend was enough for her. Her mind didn't have force to make up lies. It wasn't easy to lie every single day of her life.

- At least, your shining armor knight answered my call and told me you went to dinner together and as you drank a little bit too much you wouldn't be able to meet us.

- Now, I know why I had such a huge headache the morning after our night out. - The sarcasm was preached all over her voice. Not only he was ruining her physically and mentally, but he was ruining her friendships and reputation.

What did she do to deserve this man? What did she do to deserve to be thrown into this spiral of misery and pain? If a way out of this hell wasn't found any time soon, she didn't know if she would survive any longer.

- Are you okay? - Lisa queried feeling worried. The answer given by the blonde…well, it was far away from being something that would come out of her mouth. Sarcasm and Stacy Keibler didn't mix.

- Yes, I'm fine. - One day Stacy would end up believing she was okay and that day, perhaps, everything would be better for her. If she believed her own lies than the pain he inflicted wouldn't affect her anymore. It would go away.

- I have to get ready for my match, but if you need me I'm in the locker room.

When Lisa departed from her side, Stacy felt calmed; she relaxed. No more lies would be told today. Nevertheless, she sensed Lisa may have not believed her words one hundred percent. It wasn't simple to persuade someone to believe she is fine if her skin looks very pale - she looked whiter than the snow - and the dark circles under the eyes prevail over the makeup.

Turning her back, Stacy leaned her eyes on the food. She hadn't eaten since the lunchtime and surprising enough she wasn't feeling hungry. It seemed her body already was accustomed to what he did to her and knew that if she ate after he was finished with her she would throw her guts out. The thought of eating made the blonde to feel nauseous.

Someone gently touched her shoulder. It could only be Lisa again. Or maybe it was Trish. Stacy took a deep and relaxing breath and then spoke:

- Please, you can go. I swear: I'm fine. There is nothing wrong.

- It's nice for you to answer my question without me actually making the question.

The voice definitely didn't belong to Lisa or Trish. Stacy twisted her body and saw John Cena standing behind her. The scary glance she sent him when woke up in his bed some days ago was the same glance she was sending in his direction right now.

- What are you doing here? - Stacy stammered astonished by his presence. Her eyes fathomed the space to be sure no one was paying them attention.

He wouldn't mind hearing she had a quickly conversation with one of her friends - suspicions couldn't be raised over her. But being seen speaking with another man? He was possessive and he would harm her because of it. Stacy only spoke with people he allowed her and she was certain he would never approve an exchange of words between her and John.

- I think it's more important to know why you fooled me than the reason I'm here. But if you really want to know, from now on I'll be travelling with this roster.

Her concerns towards him and the possibility of her boyfriend finding about the night she ran away were decreased when she remembered John didn't travel with them. Perhaps he would never hear about it. However, all those worries hit her once again. With this man around the truth could come to the surface.

- Hey, John.

It couldn't be him! Stacy had to control herself when she listened to his voice. Her body couldn't tremble in fear and a fake smile needed to be glued to her features. She was happily in love with this man and no one could think the otherwise.

When he finally reached her side, he placed one hand over her shoulder. The strength couldn't fail her now. Stacy stared at him with a huge smile covering her face, hiding the truth of their relationship.

- So, it seems I finally find out who the lovely woman you are always talking about is - John spoke and his set of words broke the silence. - You could have told me I knew her.

Stacy was caught off guard by the word "lovely". The blonde was sure it had been a long time since her boyfriend used the word "lovely" to describe her. It had spent months since he had a nice gesture towards her, so when he told John about her it must have been in the beginning of their relationship.

- I didn't have a clue that you and Stacy knew each other. - His hand grip on her shoulder became painful. It wasn't a softly touch anymore. He was squeezing her shoulder with more strength.

Stacy wanted to cry - her shoulder was still bruised after the thrashing he gave her with the belt -, but she couldn't do it. The consequences of crying would be devastating to her weak body.

- Yes, we already met…

Stacy stopped breathing and her heart wanted to jump out of her chest. Her wide open eyes were imploring John not to tell the truth. He couldn't tell her boyfriend what happened; how he found her at the elevator. If this man discovered she let her guards down and spent the night in John's bedroom, he would murder her.

- It was a long time ago when we first met. It was in the beginning of my career. We both travelled with the SmackDown roster.

A huge weight was taken off the blonde's chest. She scarcely remembered they had been presented years ago, but he did and his answer was her salvation. Stacy wanted to thank John, but with the devil right beside her she couldn't do it. His response saved her skin. She couldn't ruin it now.

- Well, we have to go. I'm sorry for making you wait, Stace. - His light eyes connected with her hazel eyes for a brief second. Quickly he looked at John once again. - You better to try not to be late for our workout session tomorrow. I want to start it soon and not as late as we started it the last time.

- You don't have to worry. I'll be there, Randy.

Who would believe Randy Orton is the devil on Earth? He deceived Stacy, who thought he was a good guy and fell for him. He was tricking everyone by looking a thoughtful boyfriend when behind closed doors he aggressively beat his girlfriend without worrying about the damages he inflicted.

Without taking his hand from Stacy's shoulder, Randy dragged her out of the catering zone; out of John's gaze. No words were exchanged between the couple. However, by his touch Stacy was aware that she had tons of explanations to give him and nothing good was expecting her.

John stayed behind, watching Stacy and Randy leaving. There was something wrong with the blonde woman. A voice inside his head whispered him not to try to realize what it was; he had nothing to do with her, with her life. But for some odd reason, he felt like ignoring the voice and to get in the middle of her life; of Randy's life.