Melina was stuck in a violent relationship she couldn't escape any time soon. Things get worse with Dave Batista.. But can that one person from her past save her from everything?
AN;; I'm not saying that Dave Batista is anything like I'm making him out to be. For this story to work he has to be the way that he is.
Disclaimer;; I don't own Melina Perez. I don't own Dave Batista. I don't own John Morrison/Nitro. I don't own any other Superstars i mention. I don't own any songs i may mention.
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Melina paced up and down backstage of SMACKDOWN, her fingertips running through her hair quickly as she stared blankly at whatever wall she stared at. She picked up her Woman's Championship belt before putting her head into her hands and sighing loudly. She wasn't even suppose to be here tonight, Vince had found about everything that was going on between her and Dave and told her to take afew weeks. Melina had refused. She had to do this, she knew what she would do if she didn't. She fall into a quick yet deeper and more painful depression than she already was in. She wouldn't let Dave think he had won.. She'd rather die than do that. She sighed and shook her head, standing up and pulling her jeans up slightly before starting to walk, looking down at the floor before stumbling backwards as she walked into something hard.
"Hey sweetcheeks. Come back for more?" Dave husked from above her, a smirk planted on his lips.
Melina looked up slowly and widened her eyes, stepping back slowly as she looked him dead in the eye.
"What are you doing here?" She asked bluntly, shocked that none of her terror had been shown in her voice.
"Match against Ted." He said simply before taking a step towards her.
Melina slapped his hand away from her face as he reached out for it, causing him to growl and grab her hand in a tight grip.
"Don't fucking do that. I. Own. You." He spat hardly.
Melina scoffed before rolling her eyes and shoving him away from her and looking at him with narrowed eyes and a scowl.
"We're over dick. You don't fucking own me. No one does." She growled.
She spun around on her heel before starting to walk away, her confidence she had just then fading slowly.. Until she heard him.
"Oh, we're not over sweet cheeks. You know you'll come crawling back for more." Dave called after her.
Melina stopped dead in her tracks, looking around at the nervous faces of the Superstars and Divas that where also out backstage. Melina dropped her belt on the floor before slowly turning around to face him, her teeth grit. Something inside of her snapped. She screamed out before running towards him and tackling him onto the ground, sitting on his chest as she dug her heels into his sides hard and punched his face over and over again.
"YOU FUCKING DICK!" She screamed as she punched him harder, scratching the side of his face slightly as she let all of her anger towards him finally release.. "You fucking beat me to a pulp! You raped me and bragged around it to your friends! You sick twisted dick! You fucking ruined me!" Melina screamed over and over again as she continued her attack on him.
She didn't even realise the amount of tears that where running down her face until she was picked up off of Dave and dragged backwards, not before she managed to get a swift kick to his balls though. She smirked before realising what was happening. She screamed out before kicking her legs out wildly, not ready to stop trying to kill Dave.
"Get off of me!" She screamed out, causing the superstar and diva who had their hold on her, to drag her faster. She watched as Dave stood up and spat some blood out of his mouth, before pointing at her with blazing eyes.
"Your arse is mine Perez! Just you fucking wait!" He yelled after her before she was dragged into a locker room.
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Melina sat in Mickie Jame's locker room, staring at the floor below her with blank yet angry looking eyes. She raked her fingers through her hair before snapping out of her daydream to look up at Mickie with an innocent.
"Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?" Mickie asked with a slight grin.
Melina avoided her gaze before scrunching up her nose.. Honestly, no. Mickie stared this discussion on how wrong Dave was, before going this complete and utter ramble, but by then Melina had gone too far into a daydream to notice.
"Uhh.. If i say yes will you still love me?" Melina asked innocently, causing Mickie to laugh.
Melina grinned faintly back at her before letting her gaze fall onto John Morrison, the other person who had dragged her into here. She frowned in confusion as she watched him.. He was staring at the wall opposite him with a look of confusion, anger and thought. She shrugged before looking at Mickie and smiling slightly.
"I'm, umm, gunna go have a shower.." She said quickly, needing to get away and find her release.
Mickie gave a nod before turning her head towards the Tv and watching the matches that where being tapped. Melina stood up before grabbing her duffel bag, how it got in here she had no idea, and a towel before literally running into the shower at the back. She slammed the door behind her loudly before locking it and walking backwards until her back hit the wall. She slid down the wall and held her knees to her chest, swaying back and forth slowly as she let her tears that had started earlier release, turning on the shower and stripping down before sitting on the floor of it and hugging her knees tightly again and rocking side to side slowly. She closed her eyes as her tears mixed with the water before reaching out and slowly taking the pink object next to her, smiling faintly at she looked at the metal on it, before closing her eyes and running it over her skin slowly as she continued to cry silently while water fell down onto her.
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John sat in Mickie's locker room alone, sighing as he lent back in the chair and watched the current Divas match on the TV in front of him, Mickie James vs Maryse. He looked at the time and raised an eyebrow to himself, Melina had been in that shower for way over an hour. He frowned slightly before standing up and walking over to door, knocking loudly on the door as he heard that the shower was still on.
"Mel?" He called through the door loudly.
He frowned again afew minutes later, calling her name again before waiting for a few minutes. He panicked slightly before slowly opening the door and widening his eyes at the sight in front of him. Melina was sat on the floor of the shower, letting the water fall down on her harshly as she held a razor in her right hand, hugging her knees to her chest tightly as she rocked side to side slightly, her eyes glued on her left ankle as blood slowly ran from the deep cuts she had made, tears running down her face madly. The bruises all over her body where unmistakable, causing his blood to boil slightly. John stared at the scene in front of him for a moment before grabbing the towel from beside him and walking over to Melina slowly, leaning down and giving a faint smile as she looked up at him with, wide, terrified, hurt hazel eyes, before wrapping the towel around her slowly and turning the shower off. He picked her up and placed her onto the bathroom floor, grabbing a spare towel and holding it to her ankle.. He was going to kill Dave.. Not hurt him, kill him. He'd never seen Melina like this before, with her eyes with so much hurt and fear in them. She had never even been like this when he had dum-- He widened his eyes as he removed the towel slowly, running his fingertips over the scars that covered all over her ankle, some new and some old. Some even looked years old.. He looked up Melina as he felt the tears bloom in his eyes slightly, running his fingertips over her ankle lightly before pressing his lips to it gently.. He'd made her do that.. She never told anyone, but she still done it.. He closed his eyes for a moment before sitting beside Melina and wrapping his arms around her tightly and holding her close to him.
"You'll be okay.. Noones going to get you now.. Never." He whispered down to her as he stroked her hair slowly.
He sighed silently to himself and wrapped his arms around Melina slightly tighter as she curled up on his lap and sobbed into his shirt. He kissed her forehead lightly before leaning his head against hers as he let her cry onto him, stroking her back still as they both sat on the bathroom floor.
"I wont let him hurt you Mel.." He murmured down to her one last time before going silent.
John was never let Melina go again.. Never.. Even if it meant beating down Dave until he couldn't move..
