It felt like she had been lying there for hours. In fear, she closed her eyes tightly when she heard the door open.
"Yo, Scarl.. Oh my God!", John said falling to his knees beside her, "What happened?"
She quickly tried to stand, but was too weak to. She fell into his arms. "I'm okay".
"What the hell do you mean you're okay? You can't even stand. Who did this to you?" He asked, helping her to her feet, walking her over to the couch.
"Leave me alone, Cena". She pushed him and fell back on the couch, wincing from the pain.
He sat down beside her. "No. Not until you tell me what happened". He replied, firmly.
She looked up at him, and sighed. She knew he wasn't going to let her be until she told him. "You have to promise me that you won't tell anyone else".
"I don't know about that.."
"Promise me!" She cried.
He sighed, running his hand through his short, brown hair. "Fine... I promise".
She took a deep breath, but before she could say anything, Dave and Ric came barging into the room. She gasped.
"Cena? What the hell are you doing in here?" Dave asked, looking at a frightened Scarlett, and then at John.
"I was talking to Scarlett", he said, standing so that he was now face to face with the larger man, "Got a problem with that?"
Dave laughed. "I think you better leave now before I break your little ass in half, boy". He ruffled his hand in John's hair.
John slapped his hand away, and punched him in the jaw. Scarlett jumped up. "No! John! Go". She said, stepping between the two of them, holding Dave's arm before he could strike him back.
"It's him isn't it?" John asked.
"No, it's not. It's nobody, just go". She said, still holding Dave back.
When he walked out of the room, Ric followed him. Scarlett looked up at Dave, who was now fuming mad. "I'm so sorry about that. I don't know what came over him". She said, apologetically.
"What were you two talking about?" He asked, flexing his jaw to try and loosen the tension that was filling it.
She hesitated for a moment. "He just came by to talk to me about some personal things". She said, finally. She had a feeling that he wouldn't believe that, but it was worth the try.
"Uh huh... how stupid do I look to you?" He asked, obviously not convinced. Just as she suspected.
On the inside, she was scared out of her mind, but she didn't show it on the outside. Well, she tried not to show it anyways. "What do you mean?"
"It's him isn't it?", he said, mocking John, while grabbing onto her arm, roughly, "You told him".
She shook her head quickly. "No, I didn't. I swear I didn't". She cried as he squeezed harder on her arm, that same arm that Hunter had left a bruise on also.
"You're a fucking liar", he said, shoving her onto the couch, "But you know what? I don't have time to be wasting on you. Just wait until Hunter finds out, he'll set you straight".
She fought back the tears that were filling her eyes, causing her vision to blur slightly. She was terrified at the thought of what Hunter was going to do to her. She couldn't stay here, and she knew it. She certainly couldn't share a room with him either. As soon as Dave was gone, she got up, shoved all of her things into her bag, grabbed her keys and took off to the hotel.
It wasn't as bad as he thought it was gonna be. In fact, it was worse. He knew they were gonna attack him, but he had no idea Scarlett was gonna hit him in the head with the steel chair. Now he had stitches running across his forehead. And in his opinion, it wasn't even the sexy type of stitches. Like the ones he usually got that made him look manly, made him look like he had been through rough times and overcame it all. Nope, these were the stitches that made him look like he had gotten his ass handed to him on a silver platter by a title crazed psycho, a animal, a fossil, and a beautiful vixen. The stitches that made him look like a punk.
He sighed to himself as he walked through the parking lot to his parked Rolls Royce Phantom. As he was approaching it, he saw a very pissed off John storming his way. "Woah! What's going on?" He asked, stepping in front of him.
"Those assholes!" John said.
"Wait! Who? What happened?" Randy asked.
"Your good buddies, Evolution. Do you know what they are up to?"
Randy shook his head. "No".
"You know how Trish's lockeroom is next to theirs?"
Randy nodded. Of course he knew that, hell, he even remembered trying to make a tiny hole in the wall just to see her shower.
John continued. "Well, she told me that earlier tonight she heard Hunter yelling and screaming at Scarlett, calling her names. She said there was also a lot of bumping against the wall".
Randy felt his jaw drop. "Why didn't she go get somebody to help?"
"She was scared. She said she didn't know what to do".
Randy felt himself lean against his car door. He was now gripping onto his bag. "I knew that was a bruise on her arm", he said, more to himself, "Why? Why would he do that to her?"
"I don't know, man. But, you know what Ric had the nerve to tell me when I asked him about the bruises on her face? He said, 'The dumb bitch just doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. That's why she's constantly running into things' ".
"Yeah, and those things just happened to be Hunter's fists". Randy said, finally just letting his bag fall to the floor.
"You should go see her. It's bad." John said, walking off.
Randy stood there a moment longer. Deciding between either going back in the arena to check on her or go to the hotel. Well, actually it was a no brainer. He picked up his bag and ran back into the arena.