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CHAPTER 14

I did as I was told, and then proceeded to lay back as Randy adjusted and managed to writhe himself around me. I held one of the bags to my ribs, and put the other over the right side of my face. I wanted to talk immediately, but I couldn't – it was like the whole event was fuzzy and not real until I spoke about it. Randy started tapping on my other arm, awaiting my explanation.

"Well, I went to the bar on the way to the bathroom and asked the bartender to send us more drinks. And as I turned to go to the bathroom, that douche had his hand up my skirt on my ass. He said something about being friends with Maryse, and that he was the owner, and we weren't appreciating his offers. I told him to take his hands off me, and went on to the ladies. As I'm trying to leave, he crashes through the door, and pushed me against the sink and mirror – thus leading the welt on the back of my head. He had my arm held behind my back, and kicked my legs apart; he pulled my skirt up above my hips…" My lips had started to quiver and my eyes close as tears welled up. Randy scooted closer, and I could hear how fast his heart was beating, his breath was ragged. I figured he might be angry enough to kill by this point. I took a deep breath and finished, "But before he could do anything I hit him, then kneed him in the groin, and stomped on his foot. I squeezed out the door and came straight to you. I'm so sorry, Randy. You must think I'm nothing but trouble. I'm so sorry!" I started crying full force, and the tears stung as they rolled down my face.

"No, no, no…Drea, don't cry. I'm not mad at you – that fucking punk who thinks that is okay – but not you. It's okay." He lightly placed an arm over me. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing, and he leaned his head down on mine. The only thing I could replay is what might have happened had Randy not been there, then I realized he was being someone other than himself. When did his heart melt and he become this caring? Should I be worried?

There was a loud banging on the door, and Randy got up to go answer it. I stayed curled up on my bed, trying to block out bad thoughts. I heard Randy get angry with the person at the door, and I figured out it was Ted and Maryse. The rooms shook as he threw the door open and growled.

"JUST WHERE THERE HELL DID YOU TAKE US? SHE COULD HAVE BEEN HURT!"

"Is she okay? The owner was still out cold when we left."

"Yes, and he will probably tell everyone of my friends about this…no thanks to you, Randy. Always with the temper-tantrums. And this time it's not even over anything important."

"He almost raped her, you stupid bitch. How could you know anyone who would be friends with that piece of shit?"

"Hey now, we are all upset about what happened, but don't take it out on Maryse…"

"Oh like hell I'm not going to take it out on her! She delivered Drea to the asshole. It was her pick. God, how dumb can you be?"

"Humpf. Maybe if that dumb bitch would learn to be nicer to people, she wouldn't be in this situation."

"GET HER OUT OF HERE BEFORE I SHUT HER UP! NOW!" The door slammed and Randy stomped back into my room, pacing back and forth, seething in anger. I leaned up gingerly, and turned over to face him.

"Randy, please calm down. It's no one's fault"

"It's that bitch's fault! She brought us to that asshole." Well I had a hard time arguing the other side on that one. Maybe the best way to go would be to just agree.

"You are right. She's a giant bitch whore, and I'll blame this on her until I die." Randy stopped his pacing and started laughing. I leaned up a bit further on the bed and winced at him. He really was laughing. Maybe he had snapped and now I'm in danger of getting that lesson he offered Maryse.

"Bitch whore? All the names in the world for a woman who takes us to a place and almost gets you raped, and bitch whore is the best you got?"

"I can do better, I just choose not to at this time." I curled my lips up in a smile as much as was possible – believe it or not, when you get your face busted up, smiling hurts worse than frowning. If this is what botox felt like, I'm going to be one wrinkly lady. "If I use all my good ones now, what will I use later when I can tell her face-to-face?" I held my arms up slowly, shrugging.

Randy's smile had not diminished, but now one arm was tucked under the other, and his hand was rubbing on his chin. He was up to something.

"Whatever it is you are thinking, don't." I tried to look all serious at him, but I was looking with my face turned to one side, and it just made him crack up further. He finally gave up with the plotting, and sat down next to me on the bed.

"So you got him once or twice, huh?"

"Believe it or not, those heels serve several purposes. If you kick someone's kneecap with them, he will shout like a little girl." Again, I tried to keep the smile up, but it hurt like all get out. I slowly got up from the bed and started toward where his pacing had stopped. "Randy, I really have to thank you." He held up his hand, but I took mine, and placed it over his. "No, really. Had it not been for you, it would have been worse. I'm so sorry that you had to come to bat for me. I'll go back down there tomorrow and make sure nothing happens. I'll take care of it. I promise."

His eyes were languid pools of blue until I finished the last statement, and they rose up in flames and his eyebrows narrowed. "YOU will not be going anywhere near there. I am going to call Steph, and then if anyone goes anywhere, I'm taking John down there and having a small, chat, with that douche bag if I can find him."

"Randy, this is really my responsibility." I knew it wasn't going to fly. I had known him less time than a full season of television, and I already knew my idea had a snowball's chance in hell with this guy. I already knew that when his eyes were barely visible and he issued any edicts, they were going to stick. "I'll text Stephanie now, and I'll get security to come back down with me. I can't risk you getting into any more trouble." I picked up my phone and sent Stephanie a text – Hey Steph, it's Drea. Got to tell you something. Possible legal matter. Pls call or txt back asap. Thx.

Randy sat trying to stare me down – luckily enough, it was much more of an even battle when I only had 1 good eye to use in the contest. My phone went off, which is the only reason why he won. "Look, here is Steph now. I'm gonna call her." I took a big gulp and dialed the numbers.