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 Four.
"Chloe, please, calm down." Mike said as he sat on the couch in Chloe's living room watching her pace back and forth across the room with her phone to her ear.
"She's not picking up Mike. Oh god, what if something has happened to her? I'm going to call the police…" Chloe started until she felt Mike's arm come around her waist and pulled her back into a hug.
"This is Stacey we're talking about. She's okay. Don't call the cops." He spoke softly against her neck.
Chloe closed her eyes and she felt her fresh tears run down her cheek. "What if he's got her?"
"Nah not yet. It's too soon. He wants to scare her first."
"Mike, have you got in contact with him since yesterday?" Chloe asked as she released his arms from around her waist and walked back over to the couch and sat down.
"No, no one has seen him. The bastard deleted his number." Mike said as he looked over at Chloe.
Chloe sighed as she rubbed her hands down her jeans to swipe away the sweat forming from the tension that was building inside her. "I really think we should call the cops."
"Chloe. That's what he's hoping for us to do. If we dob him in now he'll have nothing to lose and he will go ahead and kill her. Right there and then."
Chloe looked up at Mike and softly spoke, "do you think he's capable of killing her?"
Mike bit his lip and looked down. He kicked the rug he was standing on underneath. He didn't want to answer such a question. He knew Nick, he knew him well and the thought of him laying his hands on a girl like Stacey frightened him, though he wouldn't admit it.
"Mike…"
He sighed, "I dunno, I hope not."
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Stacey laid on the bed cuddling up with a pillow watching old repeats of 'Friends' on TV in the hotel room while she waited for Phil to return from a show he had on. She sighed as she cuddled the pillow harder and closed her eyes. For the first time in a long run she felt relaxed. The heat coming from the heater vents in the walls were starting to take their tole on her. She felt sleepy. She yawned and pulled her phone out of her pocket to look at the time. It was 9.30pm. She noticed she had several miss calls from Chloe and swore at herself as she just remembered she had forgotten to call her that day. "Shit, shit!" She swore out loud as she dialled Chloe's number and waited for her to pick up. 'That'll teach me for having it on silent tone' she thought to herself. "Hey, Chloe."
"Oh Stacey, I have been worried sick. Why haven't you called?"
Stacey bit her lip as the guilt started to sink in. "I forgot, look, I've met someone."
"You met someone? Already? Stacey now is not the time to…."
"No, no, no. I don't mean like that. He's helping me." Stacey cut in.
"With what?"
"He's providing me with food and stuff. Look I know it weird but I'm safer with him, a stranger then I am out there with Nick hiding around a corner."
"Just be carefully, okay? You can't trust anyone these days."
"Don't worry I haven't told him anything apart from my name. I don't plan to tell him anything else." She explained as she heard some ruffling coming from outside her hotel room door. "Look I think he's coming. I better go. I'm sorry for worrying you, I'm okay though. I'll call you tomorrow."
Stacey hung up the phone and smiled as Phil walked into the room, carrying a large gym bag in one hand and a bag full of take away Chinese in the other. Phil smiled back at Stacey as he sat his gym bag on the floor and placed the food on the table beside the door. He shut the door and walked over towards Stacey and pulled on his light blue t-shirt he was wearing. "Its hot in here."
Stacey looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't noticed."
Phil chuckled as he walked into the bathroom to grab the hand towel from the towel rack. He noticed Stacey's clothes hanging from over the bathtub, dripping wet. "Ah why are your clothes wet for?" He called out from the bathroom as he wiped the sweat away from his forehead with the towel.
Stacey looked up and noticed he was staring at her clothes she had washed earlier on in the bath while he was away. "Ohh I washed them before. I'll move them if you want to take a bath."
Phil chuckled and turned around to face her. "They have a laundry service here."
"I don't want to cause a fuss or anything." Stacey said.
"As I said, charge it all to the company bill. They pay for everything. That's one the best thing about working for the WWE. You charge everything to the company tab." He said as he dumped the towel on the floor and walked out of the bathroom. "Do you want some dinner?"
Stacey looked over at the table and noticed he had bought enough to feed him and her. She felt it would be mean if she said no, though she wasn't very hungry for the moment. "Sure, thank you."
"Awesome, just take what you want. I'm going to have a quick shower." Phil explained as he grabbed his gym bag and walked back into the bathroom and shut the door.
Stacey rolled off the bed and walked over to the little table and started sorting through the bag. She didn't feel like meat and decided to eat some of the rice noddles he had purchased. She tipped a small serve out from the container onto a small plate and made her way back over to the bed.
She sat there perched up upon the bed and slowly picked at her food. It just didn't appeal to her; neither did the show that was current showing on the TV across from her. Ever since she had become addicted, her attention span shortened more and more each day. She sighed as she placed the plate on the bedside table next to her and laid her head down on the pillow.
She kicked herself mentally while she laid as she tried to get the sudden urge that was forming inside her to stop. She hadn't had a hit in 2 days and the lack of it in her system was starting to take a toll on her body and mind. She looked down at her small backpack that was sitting on the floor beside the bed. She leaned over and picked it up and pulled out her small sack that was inside the bag. She rolled it out on the bed and picked up a syringe and a piece of elastic. She started to fasten the elastic around her arm and then picked up a small bottle that contained pre made heroin mixture. It was the same dose that she had given Nick that day and decided she wouldn't take as such a heavy hit. She filled up the syringe until she was satisfied with the amount and slowly began to insert it into her arm.
Just as the drug started to sink into her system, telling her what she had been missing, the bathroom door opened and Phil walked out. As he walked out, drying his wet hair with a towel he looked over at Stacey and instantly froze. It looked to him as though she had no idea he was in the room or what was going on around her. He gritted his teeth. How dare she? How dare she shoot up in his hotel room that he had taken her in to stay with him? "What the fuck are you doing?"
Stacey looked up and noticed Phil staring at the syringe she had poked into her arm. She wanted to pull it out but her body had other intentions. She couldn't answer him. The sensations inside her were too much. She didn't want it to end.
Phil walked over to her and placed his hand over hers and pulled the needle out of her arm. An act like this would disgust any human being but since he was so outraged, he hadn't felt disgusted the slightest, only at her actions. He took the syringe out of her hand and walked over to the table and placed it on the table. With his back still turned to her he said quietly "Go have a shower."
Stacey, still half drugged and half sober managed to understand what he was saying. She slowly shuffled off the bed and walked slowly into the bathroom.
Phil ran his hands through his hair and once he heard the shower starting to run he walked over to the bed and sat himself down and began to look through her stash of drugs. Needles, spoons, pills, elastic bands, cotton buds, everything to keep a junkie satisfied was laying right before him. He placed all the utensils back into the same sack, and walked over and placed it in his bag gym. He was going to have to discard it soon. Before anyone came across it. But there was no way he was going to let this fall into Stacey's hands again.
He heard the bathroom door open and watched as Stacey walked out. He looked over at her and his eyes suddenly grew big as he noticed she was just wearing a singlet and underwear. "Put some clothes on."
"I don't have anything else to wear. Its uncomfortable sleeping in jeans. I have them drying in the bathroom." She replied as she walked slowly back over to the bed and sat down.
"Yeah, yeah I'm not surprised. You're spending all your money on these drugs." Phil spat as he kneeled up and looked at her.
For the first time since she met him, Stacey looked at him with real anger in her eyes. Who the fuck did he think he was? What she did in her time was her business. "Where is my stash?"
"I've got it, and while you're staying with me you're not getting it back." Phil insisted. He didn't know how long she could stay with him before people would start asking questions about who she was and what he was doing with her.
"What? How dare you. Give it back to me right now!" Stacey yelled.
"You're not getting anything back while you're staying with me. If you want it so bad, go home. I think its about time you do huh? Mummy and daddy should be worried sick about you. Oh or is that why they kicked you out of home Stacey? They couldn't put up with your drug use." Phil teased her.
"I can't go home I've already explained that. Why are you being such a dick?" Stacey said.
"I'm not. I'm angry. It's a shock to walk into a room and see someone just shooting up right in front of your eyes….its, its scary." Phil said quietly.
Stacey looked at him and looked down and sighed. "I'm sorry. I know its wrong and believe me I hate what I'm doing, but its like smoking or drinking ya know? I just can't stop and give it up like that."
"I wouldn't know Stacey. I don't drink. I don't smoke and definitely don't do drugs." Phil explained to her.
Stacey looked at him again and sighed. She felt guilty. He really did look angry and hurt and for once, she couldn't blame him. "I'm sorry."
Phil sighed and nodded his head. He wasn't in the mood for the petty arguing tonight. He just wanted to sit down, relax and enjoy a peaceful night since he had the day off tomorrow.
"Can I go for a walk outside?" Stacey asked. She really didn't want to be in the same room as he was for the moment. Though she wouldn't admit it to him, he had upset her.
"Go for your life." Phil replied half-heartedly as he flicked through the channels on the TV.
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Stacey walked down into the lobby of the hotel and made her way towards the front doors. As she approached them she noticed two women approaching her. They smiled at her and waved.
Stacey gave them a confused look, 'they've probably mistaken me for someone else' she thought as she stopped to acknowledge them.
"Hi, you're Phil's new girlfriend aren't you?" Barbie smiled as she looked at Stacey.
"No…no I'm not, I'm just staying with him for a few days." Stacey explained. She had only left the hotel twice that day, once to pick up the morning paper from the front and when she went outside to smoke, and now rumours were already starting to get around.
"Oh, okay I just thought since you're staying with him and everything…" Barbie explained as she twirled her hair.
Stacey gave a small chuckle. "You think I'm his whore or something? Well I've got news for you two bitches, you can have him. I don't want anything to do with him or any man for that matter."
Layla and Kelly watched as Stacey stormed out of the hotel front doors and out of their view.
"What a bitch," Layla spat as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Lesbian more like it. Especially with that dykey haircut she's got going." Kelly chuckled.
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Stacey sat on a small bench that was near the hotel in the middle of the street. She puffed on her smoke and ran her hand through her hair. She hadn't meant to be a bitch to the two girls she saw in the lobby. They had just pissed her off. She barely knew Phil. She didn't even know who those two girls were, why would they ask such questions? She was trying to break off her relationship with Nick; she certainly didn't need another starting anytime soon.
As she felt her cigarette coming to an end, she took one last puff and dropped it on the concrete side walk below her and stomped her sneaker on it to put it out. Phil may have taken her stash, but she still had her smokes. He wasn't going to take them as well from her. She looked at the time on her phone and it was 10.30 at night. She decided it'd be best for her to return. She was sure the two girls were to be nowhere in site, but she felt as though she should apologise to them.
She hoped off the bench and began to make her way back when she heard loud footsteps coming from behind her in the distance. She turned around to look but with the poor lighting she couldn't notice anyone. She turned back around and began to walk a little faster. Suddenly she felt a cold hand cover her mouth and the other arm come around her waist. Next she felt herself being thrown up and held against a solid wall of a building with Nick staring at her right in the face with his cold, grey eyes.
"Stacey, what are you doing out here? Anyone could come up and mug you and you wouldn't even know it." He said as he still held her pinned against the wall with her arms above her head.
"Yeah? Well what are you doing out here Nick? Leave me alone. I've done nothing wrong." Stacey replied, scared, but she wouldn't show it to him.
"It's none of your business what I'm doing. I'm glad to see you haven't skipped cities Stacey. I know you're gonna come crawling back to me, and when you fuck up. Well…that's another story." He chuckled with an evil laugh.
Stacey scrunched her face up at him and tried to wriggle her way out of his tight grip. "Leave me alone Nick. I mean it."
"Okay, but just let this be a warning for what else I have in store for you." He said and as he released her from his hold he reached out and punched her square fist in the stomach.
Stacey not prepared at all for his attack dropped to the ground and clutched her stomach as she felt the pain from the sudden impact hit her.
Nick, once again satisfied with his efforts rolled his shoulders, smirking and walked off down the street.
Stacey wheezed as she breathed heavily to stop the pain, she looked up and noticed he was gone. She felt the tears pricking at her eyes but she refused to cry, not yet anyway. Yes Nick was around, she knew that already. But at least he didn't know where she was hiding at. She picked herself up from off the ground and slowly walked back to the hotel as each step she took hurt like hell.
