Chapter Warnings: Abuse, Slash, Swearing, mentions of Rape and Mentions of Self-inflicted injury.

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When I came to, I still couldn't move, I was just laying on my back on the floor, my clothes had been put back on me but, I wasn't cleaned up and the rope was still around my wrists. I blinked, trying to clear my vision, and saw Jimmy above me, staring down at me with an evil look on his face. he stroked my hair.

"Sweet, sweet, little Shanny." He mocked me.

I moaned and let out a sob, just to be slapped.

"Stop crying!" He yelled at me harshly.

I closed my eyes, as tight as I could. "this has to be a nightmare wake up Shannon, Wake up, please, please, please." I whispered in my head over and over again.

"Please, Jimmy...I...Can't...Please..." I begged, he just smacked me again.

I coughed and rich blood came up from my mouth, I knew something was wrong with me, I needed help.

"Jimmy...Help me..." I whispered.

I heard him laugh. "Help you!?!? Why would I do that, Shan Shan?" He asked, almost as if it was a kids question or something. he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me up.

"STAND!" He told me. I collapsed to the floor in pain.

he tried to make me stand a couple more times, he got fed up and beat down on me again.

He kicked me. "I'll be leaving." He said, walking away.

"NO! JIMMY! PLEASE HELP ME!!" I screamed, as I started crying. "Please..."

"Please..."

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Rey's P.O.V:

"Where is he then?!?!" I screamed, putting my hands on my head in anger.

"I dunno! Ya think he's with Yang again?" Dave asked.

"I don't know! I just...I don't wanna see him, how I saw him before..." I said softly, the picture of Shannon Moore sitting on the ground, bloody, crying was just heartbreaking.

"Lets try Yang's room, ya never know." Dave said.

I agreed and headed to Yang's room, which was far from my hotel room, but, heck I went there anyway. We stared at the door for a while.

"Knock?" I asked.

"Just open it." Dave grabbed the knob and turned it. "its unlocked." He said, he slowly opened the door.

And for the second time in one day, my heart was smashed.

Shannon was lying on the floor, beaten bloody, with ties around his wrists, that looked so tight they were cutting and rubbing them raw. He seemed to be ether out cold...or dead.

We walked over slowly, sitting before him in some blood that was forming a small pool around his body.

"We need help now..." Dave said slowly.

"Don't. I'm sure that's not what he wants, to wake up in some hospital. We...We need to take care of him." My voice cracked as I tried to wipe the crimson off his face.

Dave checked his pulse. "He's alive..."

"Well...that's good..." was the most I could say as I untied the rope around his wrists. I checked his breathing. "But..He's not breathing!" I said.

"Then give'em CPR, Damnit!" Dave yelled at me. "I'll work on stopping the bleeding enough so we can get him out of here. "

I nodded and put my lips to his mouth and breathed some air into him, I repeated it and checked again, he still wasn't breathing. "come on, Shannon." I whispered. "breathe." I gave him CPR again, begging for the boy to start breathing again. I tried again. "Breathe, Shannon, Breathe." I whispered, giving him more air. "Com'on! BREATHE!" I yelled.

Batista looked up from Moore's wounds. "Do something!" he yelled, pushing me out of the way, and giving the blonde and black haired punk CPR himself. "Com'on, Kid, com'on."

"let me try again." I said, trying to make him breathe once again.

He started coughing, waking up a little, he moaned and looked up at me and Dave.

"You alright, kid?" Dave asked Shannon.

Shannon just looked around with this innocent, confused look on his face. Saying "I...I..." Over and over again.

"Shannon, are you alright?" I asked him.

He looked at me, "I...He...It...I...uuuhhh.." He couldn't get the words out, before tears started running down his cheeks.

"Its alright, we'll get you some help, Want us to call 911?" Dave asked.

"NO!" Shannon screamed.

Shannon's Point of View:

The two older men looked at me like I'm insane.

"Here, come 'ere, we'll help you." Batista said softly.

I nodded and grabbed at the wall, trying to pull myself up, but, I was too weak, I couldn't even sit up.

"Here, You want me to help you?" Batista asked.

"how can you help me?" I snapped. groaning in pain. My back was killing me.

"I can carry you, if you want." He replied.

"No." I whined, and tried to pull myself up again.

"Come on, You can't even sit up." Rey took my arm and helped me up. I pushed him away and fell back down to the floor, I was too weak to stand.

"Com'on, Kid, Let us help you." Batista told me.

"I'm 28, I ain't a kid." I yelled a little. then moaned in pain again.

The other two rolled their eyes.

"Okay, come on, let us help you." Rey came up and helped me back up, I gave in, and let them help me.

The took my bloody, weak and beaten body down the hall to their room and took me into the bathroom and helped me in the tub, and started looking at the wounds as they cleaned me.

"Shannon, you may have something broken, so if you think you have let us know, okay?" Batista told me.

I nodded. "My ribs hurt real bad." I whispered as they washed the blood off my raw and cut up wrists and up my arms.

"All these cuts here, did you do this to yourself?" Batista asked, his eyes holding concern.

I nodded, slowly, casting my green eyes to the floor. I heard Batista sigh and felt him stoke my hair. I pushed his arm away.

Rey started working on my back, where I was beaten the worst. He washed the dried blood off and cleaned the marks the best he could.

"Can we see your legs?" Rey asked, looking up at me, with those chocolate brown eyes, looking deeply into my own green eyes.

I shook my head fast and crossed my legs. "no." I whispered.

"Why couldn't you want us to see your legs?" Batista asked. Looking at me.

I didn't say anything, I wasn't gonna let the see the scars and gashes all over my legs from cutting myself, and Not to mention the marks from all the rapes.

"We want to help you." Mysterio told me.

Once again, I said nothing and kept my legs crossed.

The two older men sighed at me. "Come on, we want to help." Rey said.

I gave up, and let them carefully down and off my pants and left on my boxers. The two gasped at the sight of my legs. The long gashes and cuts deep into my legs, some of them were scars, some were red and some were a blackish color.

Tears started falling down my face.

"This...This is horrible." Rey said slowly, he ran his hand up my thigh and looked at the insides of them, Seeing the ripped skin, dried blood and bruises there. "He raped you pretty badly, didn't he?" he asked.

I nodded.

Batista gave a sigh and rubbed my back, and I started crying.

Rey's Point of View:

When I saw Shannon cry it broke my heart, again...Not to mention the marks on his legs...

I put my hand on his shaking shoulder. "You're going to be alright."

"NO! I'M NOT! DAMNIT! I'M NOT! I LIVE IN FUCKING HELL! HE HATES ME! I HATE ME! HE'S RIGHT! I'M WORTHLESS! I SHOULD JUST KILL MYSELF AND GET IT OVER WITH!!!" he cried, with a mix of anger and pain in his voice and face. Like I would see the very self-hatred that lies within him. The hatred Jimmy had made him feel for himself. How I wanted that self-hatred in him to go away...

Batista and I looked at each other. "That's not true, Kid."

"YES! IT IS! IT'S ALL FUCKIN' TRUE!" the little Blonde cried. I couldn't tell anymore if he was ether sad or angry, maybe both, I don't know.

I sighed. "Shh...Calm down." I told him. "Don't say that about yourself."

He looked up at me, his eyes burning into my soul with pain and sorrow and there was self-hatred too. I could almost hear him thinking "Help me, Please, Help me."

I drew him into my arms, and held him. He started sobbing onto my neck.

"I loved him!" His scream pieced the air loudly.

"I know you did." I told him.

"NO! I STILL LOVE HIM!" He screamed, his breath became tore and broken.

"You okay?" I asked.

He pushed me away and put his hand over his neck, trying to breathe. "Damnit..." He whispered.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He panted. "I can't breathe!" He cried.

"Calm down, Your going into a panic attack." Dave told him, trying to calm him down.

Shannon just panted and rubbed is neck. Before he passed out and fell forward into the bloody water in the bath.

"Oh, My GOD!" I gasped and pulled him out of the water of the bath and laid him on the floor outside.

"Its alright, he's breathing, he just needs to calm down." Dave said, brushing Moore's black and blonde hair out of his face.

I looked down at the boy, Wondering how Jimmy Wang Yang could do this!? He seemed so kind and friendly, like he really cared about Shannon, even though I saw it with my own eyes, it was hard to picture, I mean, I've seen Yang on TV, he looked nice, I talked to him once or twice back stage, but, he seemed perfectly nice. But...Then...when I saw Jimmy beating the day lights out of Shannon...The picture of Jimmy Wang Yang being a friendly person was gone. Its just shocking that Yang would do this, I just almost couldn't see it. But, I saw it with my eyes.

And for the first time, I felt something as I looked down at Moore on the ground, I felt something more then Pity...Remembering everything I've seen this boy go through in the last two days, I just didn't feel bad for this boy...I felt something more, I knew I had to protect him, I had to make sure this didn't happen to him again. Maybe I barely knew him, but...I had to protect him, there was no way Yang was gonna do this again without me in the way.

"Rey? You alright? You listening?" Dave asked.

I looked up from Moore at Batista. "I'm sorry?"

"Are you alright?" He asked again.

"I need to protect him, There's no way I'm gonna let this happen again." I said emotionlessly.

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TBC...

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