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I will refer to CM Punk as Phil Brooks and Colt Cabana as Scott Colton. For other superstars I will use their ring names (mainly, there might be an exception).

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Scarlet's P.O.V.

'If he doesn't watch out, the same thing might happen to him and the other one too'.

'They'll be in a bin somewhere'.

Those two comments played in my brain like a broken cassette on our way to the police station.

I hadn't been informed of anything. Why we were going to have the meeting. Will there be lawyers involved? Is Scott going to be there? Phil would have left yesterday morning. Will they send Rick to prison for everything he's done? Will my mother be with him, or will she be in rehab? What if something already happened to my rescuers? I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

Rick pulled into the car park. I was relieved to see James standing there waiting.

"Hello." His approach to my mother and Rick was cold. "Hello Miss Connolly." He said to me, softer.

We got pulled into the sheriff's office.

"The meeting has been postponed." The sheriff told us. "Not for long though. Only for two hours."

"What are we meant to do for two hours?" Rick snapped. "What's this meeting about anyway?"

"Anything you please sir." Sheriff eyed him. "About taking Miss Scarlet into care. We had been told about your abuse towards her. Even rape. But we have no proof. Only witnesses."

"Oh really?" Rick growled looking at me. "We'll see what happens."

"I must tell you. If these accusations are true you will be going to prison and have a restraining order." The sheriff said. "We have officers at your house now to see if any alcohol or drugs can be found. If there is both of you will be attending rehab for six months."

"We'll see." Rick repeated. "Am I allowed to leave the station then return?"

"Of course." The sheriff nodded. "But Miss Scarlet has to stay here. If you don't return she will be directly put into care."

"Fine." He stumbled onto his feet, grabbing my mother, and then left.

Care? It sounds better than what I have now.

"Miss." James was by my side. "If you'll accompany me."

He took me into a small room. There was a water machine, two sofas and magazines on the table.

"We got requested you stay here." James said.

I gave him a puzzled look.

"Mr. Brooks and Mr. Colton insisted that you stay away from them and in here during your stay." He smiled.

Phil and Scott insisted that?

"Ma'am I know this may be invading your privacy." James tried a soothing tone. "But I'm going to have to ask about what happened in that house since Friday. Did he do anything to make you uncomfortable? Any pain or scars he inflicted that you would like to show me?"

I shook my head. Noting I wanted to show him. I would show Scott and Phil. Well, probably not Phil. Hell would break loose with the temper on him. I didn't even know if I could show him. If rick manages to get me back in his grasp and he finds out I'd told anyone things would get worse.

Even if James couldn't see my scars he didn't have to search far to know how I'd been doing. My eyes bloodshot from not sleeping, or being able to cry. Face pale from not eating or drinking anything.

"Maybe to Mr. Brooks and Mr. Scott you'll show." He said under his breath, what was that supposed to mean? "Anything you'd like to eat or drink?"

I shook my head. He left the room leaving me along. I looked at the clock. It was quarter past twelve. The meeting was at two. I had nothing to do but wait. I lead my head on my knees watching the clock. Every tick felt slow. Painful even. I heard a knock on the door at one. I turned my head away from the door. I wasn't in the state to see anyone.

My mind spun in circles. Had Rick gone to 'put them in a bin'? Whoever it was entered.

"Scarlet?" THAT WAS SCOTT! "Look at me."

I turned my head towards him. He looks as well as always, but his face shocked at the state of me. Scott sat beside me. He put his hand at the small of my back, causing me to wince in pain. Anything touching my exposed scabs hurt. Hopefully some painkillers would take that away.

"Sorry." He pulled his hand immediately. "Are you okay?"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that. Physically I wasn't okay. Mentally, I was more than not okay.

"I'm so glad to see you." He smiled. The smile was warm. Something I hadn't seen in days. It had been nearly a week since I'd seen Scott. Our brief talk when he arrived at the airport didn't count. "I will get you back from them. I promise. That's what Phil is talking about now."

Phil was here? I leant my head against the top of his arm. I tried to stop my shaking.

"You look awful." He half joked half scowled. "What have you ate?"

I shook my head to say 'nothing'.

"Scarlet!" Phil jumped in through the door. He ran over to squeeze me. I screamed out in pain to his contact. He let me go immediately. "What's wrong with her back?" He asked Scott.

"I don't know." He said.

"Roo, are you hurt?" I missed Phil calling me that. "Show me what they have done."

I couldn't exactly show them at the station. I'd have to be exposed to show them my back and thighs. I could tell Phil was getting the grasp of that.

"Is that my hoodie?" Phil asked. "And top?"

I nodded causing a low chuckle.

"Take the hoodie off. I need to see your arms." He was back to forceful.

I shook my head. I was scared of the consequences of that. Phil didn't bother asking me again. He slipped my arms out of them. He grabbed my left arm and started inspecting it. His thumb hooked under the sleeve and pulled it up so the burns were exposed.

"Cigarettes?" he eyed me. I nodded again.

Before he could continue the sheriff walked in. "Time for the meeting." He said.

"Sheriff." Phil stopped him. "Could I have two painkillers and some water?"

I was forced to take them before entering what seemed like a mini court room. I sat on the left, front row, and Rick and mum on the front row on the right. Phil and Scott were behind me. There was even a judge.

"I'm here to finalise Scarlet's move into care." He said. Finalise? "I would like Mr. Brooks and Mr. Colton to say what they have witnesses and show proof if there is any."

Phil went up first. He told the judge about the second day I'd met him. About him walking in just as Rick was going to hit me.

Scott went second. I wriggled around in my seat uncomfortably throughout both of their statements.

"Is there any evidence?" The judge asked, mainly to me. I just shook my head.

"There is, actually." Phil got me to stand up. He showed my arms to the judge. If only he knew about the rest.

"Are they sore Miss Connolly?" He asked. I nodded. "Well the final decision is made. Miss Connolly will be put in a care home outside of Illinois."

"No." Scott shouted. "I object."

"I object too." Rick said.

"What do you suppose we do then Mr Colton?" The judge rolled his eyes. "As for you." He turned to Rick. "You will be sent to prison for a minimum of five years and will have a six month course in rehab. You too." He told my mother.

"She's been living with us though." Phil complained.

"We need her handed over to legal guardians. People who will sign a certificate to say they are her parents." The judge sighed.

"I'll do it." Did those words just come out of Scott's mouth? He can't do this to himself. "I'll sign whatever you want. Don't keep her away from me."

"Are you sure?" The judge raised an eyebrow.

"No." My voice came out squeaky. "You can't."

"I sure am not going to let you go into care." Scott explained. "I've already been asked if I'm your father. You're like a daughter to me anyway. I'm doing this!"

"I'm in too." Phil said. "You need two stable and loving parents. I don't know about the stable but I'll be the most loving parent."

"No." I folded my arms. "It's better for the both of us."

'They'll be in a bin somewhere'

"What do I sign?" Scott walked up the judge's desk.

"No." Rick rugby tackled him. He only managed one punch before Phil pulled him away. The security took him out of the room.

"Seen as your taking her before the mother has signed her care documents we need her permission to make you two Scarlet's legal parents." The judge completely ignored Rick.

"I will not sign a single document." My mother declared.

"Yes you will." Phil growled, stopping her in her path.

The judge handed her a piece of paper, she signed it with no further arguments. And no argument that I could put forward would stop Scott and Phil. They signed something too.

"You two are now legally her parents." The judge said. "Now the only thing is do you want to change her last name?"

"Yes." Phil nodded. "Her name will be Scarlet Colton-Brooks."

"Okay sir." The judge smiled. "Congratulations."

Scott smiled at me sheepishly. Phil's expression warm for the first time today. I didn't know what to say. They were my fathers. My fathers? Do I call them dad?

Scott's arms enveloped me. To my surprise it didn't hurt as much as before. The painkillers were working. It felt so nice to have him there, supporting me. He pulled away, leaving me standing there.

"Hey." James walked over. "If there is anything else you would like to file about Rick please call me." He handed over a piece of paper then left.

The events of the couple of days hit me. No sleep and no food caught up. My head spun in never ending circles. I felt my knees give out. Before I hit the floor strong arms were around me.

The next thing I saw was my bedroom. My official bedroom at Scott and Phil's house. Scott was holding my hand while Phil was sat in a chair at the corner. I turned to look at Scott's face.

"You're awake." Scott smiled. "Don't scare me like that."

I sat up and looked at them both. They were alive. Breathing. Well.

"Drink up." Phil handed me a glass of water. "Then eat." He handed me a plate stacked with pancakes. I managed to drink the water but only had appetite for one pancake.

"You have to eat more." Scott told me.

"I've missed you." I looked at him. "Both of you."

"Miss doesn't describe it." Phil said. He came to pull me in for a hug but it was no use. The painkillers had worn off. "Sorry."

"What's wrong with your back?" Scott asked.

"Nothing." I lied.

"We'll leave you to get changed." Phil said. "Those jeans must be uncomfortable."

You don't know the half of it. I thought. They left for me to get changed. I took everything off, leaving me in my underwear. I looked at everything at the mirror. The bruises seemed bigger - they were also turning purple and green. My back was worse. The top had peeled some of the scabs, causing them to bleed. My eyes started to tear from the pain. I was so distracted in my reflection I didn't realise Phil knocking or opening the door.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" He screamed, causing the whole house shake.

"What's with all the noise?" Scott came to see. "Scarlet?" His eyes wide at my appearance.

"What did he do to your thighs?" Phil asked, calmer now. He probably hadn't seen my back. "Do they hurt?"

"It's not them that hurt." I shook my head.

Both Scott and Phil raised an eyebrow. I slowly turned around to show them by back. I heard both of the take a sharp breath in.

"Get the bandages and I'll get the painkillers." Phil ordered Scott. "Hurry."

They were both back beside me in a matter of seconds. I drank down the pain killers.

"Now. This is going to burn, very much." Phil warned me, showing a bottle of disinfectant. "I need you not to move."

"Phil, that's too strong." Scott said.

"I don't know what he's hit her with or how infect it is." Phil sighed. "This will clear everything."

"Belt." I mumbled to them. I got no reply. Phil grabbed my shoulders and turned me so my back was facing him. I could hear him pouring a bit onto a cloth.

"Are you ready?" he asked softly. I nodded. His touch was so painful, I jumped a feet off the ground.

"No." I pleaded. My breath quickening, tears forming in my eyes.

"I have to." He said. "You'll feel better by the morning. I promise."

"No." I shook my head. Backing away into the corner. "I don't want any more pain."

This caused both of them to wince.

"Please don't make me force you." Phil's tone was upset. "I need to put this on you."

I shook my head. "I can't. I... I can't deal with it."

"Hold onto me." Scott suggested. "Squeeze as hard as you want."

"Ready?" Phil eyed Scott. "Now." They both jumped at me. Normally I wouldn't of been able to react my senses were strangely high.

I ducked under both of their grasps. This time I was near the door. I tried to make a run for it but an arm swept me of my feet.

"I'm sorry." It was Phil. He placed me in front of him.

I turned and tried to push him away. Scott was at my side. He sat on the bed and trapped my legs between his thighs. My wrists were locked between his hands.

"I'm sorry." Phil said again. He put the cloth on my back again.

I jumped and screamed in pain. My arms and legs kicked around for escape. When they didn't find any they stopped. Phil waited until I stood still to apply the disinfectant. This time I just winced. All the tears I'd been holding in came.

Scott stood up. He wrapped my arms around his torso. He placed his hands on my shoulders. I cried into his chest as Phil applied the medicine. I didn't know if it was possible but the pain got worse as he carried on. He tried to be quick as he could but it was no use. Once he was done he applied the bandage. That wasn't painful at all but the tears wouldn't stop.

"I'll call James." Scott said. Leaving a teary me there.

"Come here." Phil tried to pull me in for a hug. I tried pushing him away but he was too strong. He held to him. I cried into his chest too. "What did he do to you?"

I poured out everything that happened. During the weekend and before I met them. Scott stood at the door listening.

"Let's get you a blanket." Phil covered my shaking body.

There was a loud knock on the door, and then footsteps coming up the stairs. It was James.

"I came as soon as I could." He said. "What would you like to show me?"

"Come on." Phil encouraged me. It felt weird them seeing me in barely any clothing, god know how it would feel with James. "You have to show him so he can report it."

I stood up slowly, putting the blanket down. James' eyes widened at my thighs. Phil got me to turn around and show my back. He opened up one of the bandages.

"I've seen enough." James said, rushing. "I'll file this in now." He was out the door.

I opened my drawers and put on a pair of joggers and an oversized top.

"Let's get you to bed." Scott kissed the top of my head. "You're a wreck."

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