Disclaimer: I wish I owned all the people I've included in my story, and I don't get to make any money off of this either, so don't sue me, I'm broke anyway.
Summary: She is hunted by the men that killed her husband. He lost his family to a tragic car accident.. Can life go on? Or is more tragity thrown in the mix?
Characters: Mark Calloway & OC's (Some other WWE characters might show up)
A/N- Thank you so much to Mistress Martin (welcome back), Phoenix-Satori10, coors1977 ( I thought I had lost you, I'm glad you are still hanging around), and NSB for your Reviews.. I know I said that I was going to hold out on you but I know that the last chapter was a little short and I left you all hangin', so I figured what the hell and I decided to go ahead and post this chapter... I really liked this chapter, last chapter was a filler to bring me back in, but now I want to tell you the real story... Please tell me what you like and I want to know what you don't like as well... I'm getting excited about what's to come and the ideas that I have and your Reviews help me get it all down and bring it to you faster... so please REVIEW!

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Chapter 11

"Oh. My. God." Katlyn stated in shock as Mark stood and started walking across the room. The moment he moved out of her direct line of site, in the darkened room, she was able to finally get a full outline of his body and from what she could tell, he was huge.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked as he stopped to peer around the room to find what had startled her.

Clenching her eyes closed, Katlyn shook her head not trusting her voice at that moment. To say that she was taken aback would be an understatement, but then again she wasn't sure if she was seeing things correctly and she didn't want to let on to her uneasiness to what she thought was his 'supposed' size. Maybe her vision was still too blurry and it was making him appear to be longer and thicker than he actually was. Kind of like the funhouse mirrors that are at the fair. That had to be it… right? Maybe she should let him turn on a light and try to get a better look?

Suddenly she felt her hand being picked up off the side of the bed and placed in between two, she now realized, very large hands. Hands that were big enough to probably equal two of her own…Hands that have been caring for her for the past few days. Hands that had been feeding her when she couldn't see the plate or find the fork. Hands that had offered her warmth and comfort when the rest of her world seemed so cold. Did it matter that they were attached to a body that appeared, at least for the moment, larger than life? It shouldn't matter, right? Not when all he had been with her was gentle and caring…

One of the large hands wrapped itself around her smaller one just as his other hand briefly let her go. She heard the lamp on the table next to her give a loud click, she assumed to be a sign that he had turned on the light.

"Did I move to fast for you or something?" He asked, concern evident in his raspy voice.

Swallowing hard, Katlyn shook her head, "No. I'm…ok" She answered slowly. Had she made the right choice in trying to keep the truth from him? If he was as big as his outline seemed, how could she continue to act like she didn't know who she was without him intimidating her into just out and out blabbing her secret? Hell, he probably wouldn't even have to say so much as boo and she would probably find herself spilling everything.

"I turned the lamp on… do you want to try again and see if it helps? If the light is too much I'll turn it back off and we'll try another day." Mark offered as he sat himself down beside her on the bed. He didn't know what she had seen that had startled her the way it had, but he was willing to try anything to help her at this point.

Hearing the calm gruff voice that he always used when it came to her helped. It wasn't the same no nonsense voice that she had heard him use with the doctor, or when he was on the phone with someone, it was a tone that made her feel that he reserved it only for her. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Before I open my eyes again I need to know something." She stated bluntly as she tried to figure out how to ask him how big he was without him knowing that the truth might scare her to death.

"What do you need to know, darlin'?" Mark asked not really knowing what to expect.

"Exactly…. How big are you?"

Mark didn't know what he thought she was going to ask, but the question had him fighting the urge to laugh out loud at the young girl, trying so desperately to look strong, in front of him. Her face, as black and blue as it still was from her injuries, held no expression. She looked like she wasn't sure she wanted the answer. He however had gotten his answer as to why she was acting the way she was. He hadn't thought about warning her about his size since the night she was scared during his argument with Dr. Wolf. To him it was not something he found out of the ordinary. Then again, with as much fuss as he's had over his height throughout his life, he should have said something before he had tried to get her to open her eyes. If he had she might not be so terrified now. But then again how would you explain it to someone if your not sure they'll understand. What are some of the things that he could associate with his height that should might remember? "I'm pretty tall." He answered bluntly. Hoping that maybe she could comprehend what he was trying to say.

Mark continued to watch her silently after he answered her question. He could see her mouth twitching like she was chewing on the insides of her lips in thought. Her eyebrows furrowing and then going back to their normal resting place. The inner battle evident with each passing moment.

Dread was an emotion that she should be getting used to by now, but Katlyn couldn't shake the feeling. She was so scared of what she might see when she opened her eyes she almost told him to forget it and then somehow found a way to run away from him and search for another place to hide. But then she remembered the reasons she fought so hard to open her eyes in the first place. No matter this mans size, he had always been gentle and caring of her and her needs. Even now when he had to know that she was scared to death of what she'd seen of him, he still held her hand protectively in both of his, offering his strength to her to help her get through whatever she was feeling.

She noticed the light first. The soft beam illuminating the white walls and the dark blue covering of the bed. Turning her face away from the side of the bed she knew he was on, she drank in the sites of the room she had resided in for the past few days. She noticed the dark rich wood of the furniture and all the small trinkets that rested atop the dresser and along the shelves on the walls. On the table next to her she noticed the large alarm clock and the silver colored phone. Bringing her eyes back to her lap she could see the black tray that rested across her legs with her breakfast of eggs and what appeared to be cream of wheat sitting on a red plate. Finally, dragging her eyes toward her hand that was still being held captive between both of his, she found her eyes growing large at the sight of both of his meaty hands engulfing her small one.

Following the hands she took in the site of the plaid on the sleeve of his shirt and then further up to tentatively take in the face of the man that she had no choice but to trust.

"Hi." Mark replied gently with a small smile as her eyes finally came up to rest on his face. He didn't know what else to say. He had spent the past week or so looking at her and caring for her and sometimes during his nightly checks he would just sit and watch her sleep. He had often found himself wondering what her life had been like in the past and pondering if there was someone out there looking for her. Missing her. Hating the man that had hurt her as badly as her man had. Questioning what she looked like when she wasn't all swollen and hurt.

Katlyn smiled slightly at his simple reply, thanking him silently that he had sat himself down before she had opened her eyes, cause even with him sitting on the bed as he was she could tell he was a lot taller than what she had first suspected. He wasn't at all what she had envisioned, but then again she didn't know what to expect. Possibly because she put the only face on him that made her feel safe, but he didn't look anything like .that man. Michael had been young, in his early thirties. He had had dark brown hair, soft blue eyes and a baby face. This man was older. He had piercing green eyes that captured you and kept you glued to your spot. He had fair, freckled skin and the fine lines around his face gave the impression of someone that had lead a hard life. But there was something else about his face, or the way he was looking at her, that made her feel comfortable. He reminded her of a concerned father or an older brother. "Hello." She finally answered.

Mark smiled, "I'm not so scary am I?" He asked as he reached out a hand and gently tucked a wild strand of hair behind her ear

Katlyn watched his movements wearily, still unsure of how to feel about him. "Not yet, but you're still sitting down." She answered honestly.