So here we go, the penultimate chapter. Now, the ending of this chapter may seem to close this story, but it does not. A lot of things will go unsaid, which is why I will be writing an epilogue, which will hopefully wrap everything up nicely for you all. It's not yet written, but I hope that I will have it done by the end of the weekend, so I won't keep you waiting too long, promise! It may be the longest epilogue in the world - possibly a story within it's own right lol.

WARNING: Not so much slash, I'm afraid. Just a lot of... Oh c'mon, I can't give you the warning - what happened to the element of surprise?

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I can only claim the rights to my nameless (for the moment...) narrator and his disgusting and deeply disturbing acquaintances. Randy Orton remains his own man and part of WWE.

Enjoy. I hope. x

Chapter 14

I silently close the door behind me and sink to the floor.

I feel sick.

12 hours earlier

I stare at myself in the mirror as I brush my teeth. I turn my head from side to side, assessing my appearance from all possible angles. Peeking out of the collar of my shirt is the beginnings of the hickey Randy gave me the other night. Hence the fact that I'm even wearing a shirt with a collar in the first place. That and the fact that my mom is still in her room and therefore I have no chance to go through my usual cover-up routine.

I lean forward and spit.

Glancing at my watch as I raise the toothbrush to my mouth, I increase my pace – I should have left five minutes ago. And knowing my luck, I'm going to hit every red light on the way and then have to watch my speed as patrol cars race past me to some unseen accident, culminating in having to slow right down behind some lost tourist who took the wrong exit for the airport. The odds will be against me – they always are.

Randy and I have taken to meeting at our old haunt once again. Bea's interruption was something that neither of us wanted to repeat. Although there was barely anything for her to interrupt. For days, we did nothing but sit in silence, contemplating life, the fucking universe and everything. It was like we'd rewound to two months earlier – the uneasiness, the curious glances in the other's direction, the tentative touches of fingers when ever we passed a cigarette between us.

She was always there, in the back of my mind.

I wondered if she'd got into Randy's head too. He couldn't hold my gaze for longer than a second, his words to me few and far between. I knew how much she was torturing me behind the scenes. I could hear her voice over and over again in my head, telling me about our future, asking me to prove my love for her. I felt like she was looking over my shoulder. I could practically feel her eyes on me, full of mocking and distain.

I lean forward and spit for the final time.

So we got drunk. And fucked. Loudly. Against a tree. Splinters and all.

Randy's voice replaced hers, full of lust and hunger. And all I could feel from then on was his eyes on me. And his mouth. And his tongue.

Fuck...

I adjust my pants uncomfortably with one hand as I wipe my mouth with the other.

I lean back, shielding my eyes from the sunlight as I cruise along the highway.

No red lights.

Not a cop car in sight.

And no lost tourists.

For once, things are going my way.

I allow myself the satisfaction of a smug smile. A smile that soon breaks into a chuckle, as I tap the indicator and take the next exit. The road ahead is clear and even as it narrows and turns into a dirt-track, there is no-one about. No daytime hikers or families on a day-out to slow me down or sour my mood.

Just me.

And Randy.

As I take the final bend in the road, the sun bounces off the top of his car. I swing in alongside him and as I cut the engine, I watch, out of the corner of my eye, as he gets out and stretches, his t-shirt riding up ever so slightly.

The minute I get out of the car, he's pressing me up against it, his mouth as insatiable as always.

"Not here," I mumble against his lips.

"My mom keeps questioning the grass stains on my pants," he replies.

"And?"

He grabs my wrists and bends my arms backwards, holding me exactly where he wants me.

"And? Maybe it's time for your knees to get a little dirty."

"Not here," I say again.

"Fine." He tugs at my bottom lip as he pulls away and reluctantly releases me.

We cut through the grass, re-tracing our steps from the day before and the day before that, sharing a cigarette as usual. Just before we disappear into the shade of the trees, Randy catches my wrist again and turns me towards him. The cigarette hangs from his lips and I reach out and take it from him, a small moan escaping the back of my throat as he catches the tip of my finger between his lips and sucks gently.

We pick up the pace, hurrying through the trees to the small clearing near the edge of the valley. The place where we took this to the next level. We barely make it there before Randy grabs me and pulls me agains the nearest tree.

His mouth attacks me fiercely, his hands grabbing my shoulder, my neck, my face, my hair, my ass, my hips, my cock. I force his arms back, pinning him to the tree, as I slow his kisses, taking my time, to explore his mouth with my tongue, to nip at his lower lip, to draw rumbling groans from deep inside him, smirking as he desperately fights against my grip.

I adorn his neck with kisses and bites, watching the tanned skin turn dark as I leave him with my mark.

He calls me a fucking tease as I take a step back and ponder my next move.

"Well, well, well... What have we here?"

I almost piss myself.

All the colour drains from Randy's face.

Jay and Rich crunch towards us, cocky grins plastered across their faces. Their eyes are gleaming as they assess the scene. All my excuses, all my lies make a sharp exit, leaving me with nothing. I just stand there, rooted to the spot as they near.

"What's up, freak?" Jay sneers at Randy, casually leaning against the tree next to him.

Rich throws an arm around my shoulder and I do my best not to react.

"Hey dude, we've been looking for you."

"Yeah?" I manage to get out.

"We heard that there was a party going down, didn't we Jay?"

"Yup," Jay replies, still staring at Randy, his eyes slowly narrowing, the grin no longer present.

"So we thought, we should tell you about it. Because we all know you like a good party, right? You and Bea both, right? So we call round at your's and your mom tells us that you're out. With Bea. Sweet, right?" Rich's grip on my shoulders gets firmer, his fingers digging into my flesh.

"So we go round to Bea's," Jay picks up the tale. "And she say's that you're not there. Now, we were all a bit confused to tell the truth. Where on earth has our buddy got to? I mean, where else would he be? At The Cavern perhaps? Maybe he's lying to Bea to get some alone time, right?"

"We've all done it," comments Rich.

"Of course. So, we start to head over there. When, what do y'know? We see you driving towards the highway, like the fucking cops are after your ass."

I go cold. But there was no-one following me. No-one. I mean, I never... Fuck.

"So we decide to see where you're going." Jay's voice gets lower, more deadly.

"And we see the exit you take."

"But we think, we should give you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you just wanted to go for a drive. So we pull over. We reckon you'll appear and drive back the other way in a while."

"But you never appear," Rich whispers. "So we're getting a bit worried ain't we, Jay?"

"Sure."

"Maybe you've had an accident."

"Or maybe you've been pulled over."

"So we decided to head up and find you. Because that's what friends do, right?"

"But what do we find? Your car at the end of some dirt-track."

"And not just your car. Someone else's car," Rich throws Randy a look of disgust.

"And y'see, I recognised that car. So I say to Rich, that car belongs to that fucking freak Orton," Jay takes a step closer to Randy.

"So I say, maybe we should go and check this shit out. Make sure our boy's okay."

"Thing is, you two looked pretty comfortable together."

"Yeah,' murmurs Jay, close to my ear. "What's up with that?"

"I..."

"Well?" Rich is now inches away from Randy's face.

Randy is staring at me, panic in his eyes.

I open my mouth, but words refuse to leave.

"See, one of three things is happening here," Jay begins. "Number one, you guys just happen to be here at the same time, in the same place. Pure fucking coincidence and all that shit."

Rich chuckles, as he places a hand just above Randy's head.

"Number two, and in my opinion, the least likely of the three, you two are actually friends," Jay scoffs and Rich laughs cruelly. "But like I say, unlikely."

"Or three," Rich says slowly, "you've had this planned all along."

"Planned?" I manage to squeak out.

"Sure. You supposedly befriend this giant, lure him here and then we arrive, beat the shit out of him and this time," he leans close to Randy's ear. "This time, we finish the fucking job."

"You got it."

Randy's eyes widen in horror.

"Yeah?" Jay steps in front of me, blocking Randy from view. "We got it huh? Funny how we didn't know about this genius plan."

"Well, I figured that you'd understand when you got here. I saw you tailing me."

"Really?"

I nod furiously.

"Well, don't let us spoil your fun." Jay smirks as he steps aside and grasping me by the arm, pulls me towards Randy.

"What do you mean?" I can hear the panic in my own voice.

"Start as you mean to go on and all that. Do what you came here to do."

I stare at him in bewilderment and watch as the smirk cracks his face in two.

"Go on. Do it," he growls.

There's something in his eyes...

Fuck.

I glance at Rich, who gives me the same stare.

"C'mon, I mean, I... I wouldn't be doing this if you guys weren't here. Look, this is all for you. You didn't do the job properly first time round. You let me down. This is your chance to earn back my respect. "

"Your respect?" scoffs Jay. "How about you earn ours?"

I look at Randy. His eyes are wide and glistening. I've always been able to see myself reflected in them – whenever I draw back from his kiss and gaze at him, or when he's sucking me off and we both chance a look at the other at the same time, or when he throws me a look over his shoulder as I ram into him. All those times, seeing myself in his eyes has made my heart fucking leap, increased the tension between us, spurred us both on to reach the ultimate pleasure.

Now all I can see is a coward.

His mouth forms unspoken words, as he silently begs me not to do it.

"Go on, do it," hisses Jay.

I can feel my hand closing into a fist.

Rich grins insanely, pulling Randy away from the tree, pinning his arms behind us back, shouting at me to hit him.

Jay is there, whispering in my ear. Whispering that soon turns to shouting as I continue to stand there, frantically searching for a way out.

But there is no way out.

"DO IT!"

"HIT HIM!"

"NOW!"

Jay grabs my hand and raises it, almost crushing my fingers as he closes his hand around mine and pulls me towards Randy.

Randy barely struggles. There's a look of resignation in his eyes. A look of disappointment as Jay lets go of my fist and it hovers mid-air, waiting to strike.

"DO IT NOW!"

I mouth one word at Randy.

Sorry.

The first punch glances off his right cheek.

The second hits home on the left and I watch in slow-motion as his head falls back.

The third is low, directo to his stomach. He doubles over, winded and collapses to the ground.

Jay and Rich charge. Pushing me out of the way, eager to dish out their own series of punches and kicks.

I stumble backwards, watching as Randy's face turns from pale white to blood red.

Through the trees, I watch as his limbs stop moving.

I bang on the door for the third time.

I know they're home. I saw the car pull up. I watched them carry him inside.

The door swings open.

"Look, now's not a good time."

"I need to see him."

Randy's mom places an arm across the doorway, blocking my entrance. "No."

"I need to explain."

"Explain? Why don't you explain it to me? How did my son end up beaten within an inch of his life?"

"I..."

"Well? Don't you know?"

"I need to see him."

"He doesn't want to see anyone."

"Please," I beg.

She gives me a hard stare.

"I'll give you one minute."

I bolt past her and up the stairs, pushing open the second door without knocking.

"I'm sorry," I blurt out. In the half-shadows I can make him out on the bed. I edge closer.

My voice is caught in the back of my throat.

Both eyes are swollen shut. His cheeks are purple, his nose heavily bandaged, his lips cut and bruised. His arms lay still by his sides, but I can still see the finger marks from where Rich was holding him. His torso is covered by the bedsheets, shielding me from where undoubtedly the most damage has been done.

"I'm sorry," I repeat.

He moans as he turns his head to one side, facing away from me.

"What could I do?"

He mumbles something I can't make out.

"What would you have done?"

"Told the truth," he murmurs through thick lips.

"What good what that have done? We'd both be in fucking hospital."

His shoulders move in a shrug.

"Go away," he mumbles.

"I'm sorry." Tears prick my eyes.

"Go away."

"I'm so sorry."

"Leave."

I reach out and touch his hand.

He flinches.

"Leave me alone," he hisses, his face scrunched up in pain as he pulls his hand away from mine.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice shaking.

There's a knock on the door. His mom tells me to go.

The front door closes behind me with a resounding thud. His mom told me to quit calling round.

He doesn't want to see you again. We don't want you coming here ever again.

I kick my way down the steps, my head down as I blink back tears.

I only look up when a car door slams. Bea leans against her car.

Mascara trickles down her cheeks, but there's not even a hint of sadness in her eyes. Only a cold, hard, vindictive stare.

She doesn't even need to say anything.

The truth will out.

Game over.