{A/N: Hi all, thanks for the great reviews, I'm a slow writer you'll have to forgive me for that. The fact that even got Chapter 2 up that quick shocks me. I do have sooo much planned for this fic, but there are points where I'm going to have a hard time continuing so I love Reviews and they keep me motivated to keep this fic going. So keep the great and awesome reviews coming! Thanks guys!

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takers dark lover: I wanted to address your review, There is a VERY good reason why it went down as a Wellness Policy violation. All part of the plot. I hope you keep reading to find out why.

Randy stood there staring into the whipped dog green eyes looking confused. He arched an eyebrow. "Are you going to let me in?" He asked eyeing the chain that dangled in front of the Straight Edge saints face.

He saw a pink tongue swing out and swipe at his lip before he finally slowly pushed the door shut for a second Randy thought maybe just maybe The Punk had just shut the door to leave him standing here in the hallway, and then the door popped open only wide enough to barley allow him to slide through. He made his way into the loft slowly then set the bag he was carrying on the floor before turning and looking at Phil.

The smaller man looked like hell, his face was pale and still bruised, stitches ran from just below his hairline to his jaw line, the skin was pinched and sore looking. His hair was loose and dirty so no showering had happened recently. His clothing were loose so determining if he'd lost weight wasn't possible. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

The man shrugged and turned away moving slowly painfully towards the living room. Randy sighed softly Beth had been right this was not C.M Punk. This was a small piece of the former greatness. Something was broke deep inside, his soul, his spirit. Randy wasn't sure which it was. He slowly followed the dark haired man watching as he slowly painfully tried to settle on the couch seeming to have some difficulty with it but finally managing it. He sighed and just stared dully at the TV.

He flicked blue eyes to the screen and shook his head when he realized the TV was off. That was something he knew from months of rooming with the straight edge super star, that he never sat in a quite room.

"You hungry?" He asked walking over and turning on the TV.

Green eyes shifted studied him for a second then floated towards the TV. "No,"

"You should eat,"

"Should, don't want to," He responded.

"Would you eat if I ate?" He asked.

"Probably not,"

Randy sighed and began to slowly flip threw the channels on the TV sort of amazed at how many channels the smaller man had. "What do you need all these channels for?" He asked his voice a low rumbled under the sounds coming from the flat screen before them. The sound of a loud crash suddenly blasted from the TV and Randy felt Phil jerk slumping towards him not quite touching but close enough to feel the pained body heat.

He tilted his head slowly looking at Punk who eyes were darting left and right seeking something, seeking someone more likely that one. Someone who had turned him into this. "I'm going to make some soup," He stated and got up moving away from Punk.

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The jerk had sent pain screaming through his body, his mind racing as he expected someone to come at him. His eyes had snapped open and on instinct alone he'd moved closer to the bigger man, just barley able to stop himself from clinging to him in terror. He swallowed trying to relax sore and strained muscles. He blinked when Randy got to his feet mumbling something about soup. He furrowed his brow licking his lips again he was thirsty. He slowly painfully got to his feet wrapping an arm about his sore and tender ribs he slowly shuffled towards the bathroom.

He could hear Randy moving around in the kitchen searching most likely for a bowl to put the can of soup he'd brought with in. He sighed and slowly turned on the water gingerly picking up the glass on the counter he let the cool water fill the crystalline depths of the glass and flow over and down his hand, icy cool on burning skin. It soothed him for a moment as he sat there staring down at it, he took a slow breath and raised the glass to his mouth, it clicked against his teeth and then the cold cool liquid washed down his throat.

A loud crashing rattle made him jump his heart raced his brain twisted and screamed seeking a place to hide. A second crash this one closer just at his feet this one was, he stood stiffly heart racing waiting watching the doorway. He was coming now, he was here it was over the waiting, the suffering the constant terror. His feet were cold he could clearly remember that thought flitting across his terrified and scurrying brain. Like a hamster in a cage, with no escape. He took a step back, cold was replaced by stinging pain, but it didn't register. The footsteps got closer. He swallowed roughly well at least he wouldn't die with a dry throat.

Hot liquid coursed down his cheeks. "I was quite," He whispered. "Didn't say a word," Form took place of the doorway and then someone was standing in front of him. Large rough hands took a hold of his shoulders. His brain told him to go fuck himself and shut down and now…he was alone with the brute. He prayed, he hoped it would be quick it would be better that way.

Randy heard the shatter of glass from somewhere else in the apartment. His heart jumped but only due to the sound that reached his ears. He set the pot he was holding on the stove and headed towards the sound trying to figure out what it could be.

"Phil?" He called moving towards the sound pausing he didn't see the other man on the couch. "Shit, Phil!" He called again.

He thought he heard something turning his head he held his breath listening then he started towards the bathroom. He stepped into the doorway and looked silently at the man standing before him. Green eyes were wide but still completely unfocused. He stepped into the bathroom and heard the scrape of glass against tile, it sent chills up his spine. He glanced down spying the shattered glass on the floor. Phil stood right in it, he slowly gently reached out, not knowing what Phil's reaction to being touched would be and gently took the smaller man by his shoulders and slowly guided him out of the bathroom.

"Hey, what happened?" He asked trying to keep the smaller man in the here and now, not where ever his brain was off at. "Phil," He said again.

Green eyes snapped back to focus on Randy staring at him for several long minutes then slowly his lips parted and were wetted by a nervous flick of a pink tongue. "I heard something," He mumbled. "I thought…it was."

"It was who?" Randy asked remembering the police saying that the abused man wouldn't say a word about who had attacked him. "Phil please," He said as gently as he could but he was getting angry now at the straight edge superstar's refusal to spill that one most important detail.

Again those fathomless eyes darted about, down up around then finally settling on Randy's face. "I…it..it was…"

TBC….

A/N: I'm a bitch I know XD! Stay tuned more up soon I promise!