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- I realized after I posted the last two chapters that I uploaded them out of order... So here is thereal order of things. Thank you soo much to those that have been reviewing--- PhoenixSatori10, dia, NSB, Misstress Martin, and Ceane226 (thank you for your really kind words, and welcome back to the net) for the reviews of my last chapter. This story much like Sweet Right Here has become a labor of love for me and even though it isn't the normal wrestling arena fic, I'm glad that there are people that are liking the story. Your kind words are what keep me happy and keep the story flowing. As always... Tell me what you think.
Stacy

Chapter 13

Sitting in a tub large enough for two people, Katlyn stared blankly at the white tiles on the wall in front of her. Her day had started out just like every other day had for the past week or so. She had expected to not be able to open her eyes. She had known that with each passing day, her body was becoming a little bit more tense than the day before from it's lack of use. She had expected Mark to open her door and be his normal upbeat self when it came to serving her breakfast…but she hadn't been prepared for the rain.

Ever since she had come to the realization that this was her life, Katlyn had not allowed herself to think of the past. But as she sat alone and stared vacantly at the small squares in front of her, the gates she had built, slowly started to open. Memories leaking through the cracks, and bringing themselves up front and center for full viewing. Like little slideshows, that she had burned onto a disk and filed away for later had somehow made themselves known.

Hearing Mark's footsteps outside the bathroom door, Katlyn covered her mouth with both of her hands in an attempt to muffle the sounds of her sobs. He called through the door that he was leaving and going into town for supplies. She fought the urge to scream at him and tell him to hurry up and leave. A few seconds pass and she listens as the sounds of his steps lead him away from the door and down the steps, followed by the closing of the front door.

Slapping angrily at the water, she pulls her knees to her bare chest and leans the left side of her face against the coolness of the tiled wall next to her. How had her life become what it had? Why had seeing herself in the mirror make it all the more real? Was it the swelling, the bruising, or the broken blood vessels in her eyes that made it clear? Was it the fact that when she collapsed that Mark was there to hold her up? Was it the fact that no one else had even been there to catch her when she fell?

God only knew. But, the fact of the matter remained… she was lost.

Michael had told her to run and never look back, but how could she not? He was her life. Her mission. Her miracle. He had said that he was doing everything he could to make her dreams come true. Even after causing them to lose both of their families, he had whispered his devotion and promises of a better life one night in bed. He swore that he would do everything in his power to make their life great and that all of their losses would not be in vain. So what happened? He didn't have time to fulfill all of those promises, before he was taken from her. He hadn't kept his end of the deal. Hell, there was really no telling why he had been killed. Was it because of her dreams of a better life? Had he gone back to doing things the wrong way to try and get her what she wanted? Didn't he realize that all she really wanted was him? Was that too much to ask for?

Sliding down further into the water, she cradled herself in it's shallow depths, wanting the warmth of it to take away her agony. How was she going to hide her true self away from Mark and the doctor now that she had allowed herself to think about the past? How could she continue to deceive them when all she really wanted to do was tell them the truth, but the truth could get all of them killed. Her being in Mark's home could be his death sentence. Until she figured out who, and what, killed Michael, she was putting everything and everyone around her in danger.

Sitting up strait in the bathtub, Katlyn felt her resolve returning. She needed to get away from Mark and everyone associated with him. She felt guilty enough lying to him, she was not going to also be the reason that he loses his life… not after all he had done for her.

Wrapping the towel, that Mark had placed next to the tub, around herself, Katlyn stepped from the water and headed for her room. She would have to gather some of the things that Mark had given her and get out of his house before he returned from town. She needed to be gone before he came back in order to save his life and possibly everyone around him.

Upon entering the room, she glanced at the jeans and t-shirt he had laid on the bed. She didn't remember much of their conversation, seeing as he was trying to get her to calm down after she had seen herself, but he had said that the clothes belonged to his late wife. There was such a sadness in his eyes as he spoke of her that Katlyn felt the urge to hold him. He had been quiet as he spoke of her, saying that she was his soul mate and that he hadn't thought it possible to live after her death. He had, had a daughter as well, and it broke her heart to think of losing both in one night to an accident.

Grabbing up the clothes she got dressed quickly, not giving any thought as to how he knew that they would fit, or why he still had them, she only thought of getting away.

Walking over to the dresser she pulled open one of the drawers and happily peered at the layer upon layer of women's clothes lay neatly inside. She found several pairs of shorts and jeans as well as a few shirts. Picking out enough for a few days, she walked over to the closet to look for a small bag. Rummaging through and around boxes and even more clothes before coming up empty handed.

Turning around she scanned the room. "Now I know you've got a bag here somewhere." She thought aloud, her voice breaking the silence of the house.

Jogging toward the door, she pulled her lower lip between her teeth and walked down the hall toward where Mark had told her his room was. What would he think if he came home and caught her snooping through his things? Would he get angry? She felt as if she was breaking his trust in some sort of way and it was making her feel uneasy.

Reaching the door that he said was his, Katlyn peaked nervously over her shoulder, listening for any sound that would notify her that he was home. Hearing nothing but the incredible silence, she opened the door to Marks private sanctuary and glanced inside. Although, a little more cluttered than her room, they looked almost the same. He had the same deep blue coverings on his bed and the same deep mahogany furniture that was in the room she had been staying in, but the furniture had been placed in a different pattern.

Stepping inside, she made a mad dash to the closet and pulled open the door. She took notice of the type of clothing that he had hung inside as she moved them around in her search. All of his clothing seamed larger than life to her, but then again she had never known anyone as large as him either. Everything looked like something made for a giant, like it would swallow her whole if she ever attempted to wear them.

Finally her eyes moved to the bottom of the closet where there were several rows of shoes, and more than a few duffle bags. Picking up one of the smaller ones, she stood and closed the closet door, trying to make it look like it had never been touched and headed for the door.

Just as she closed the door to Mark's bedroom, she heard what sounded like a car door shut and she felt herself begin to panic all over again. Running down the hall she ran into her room and shut and locked the door. With her heart racing in her ears she began to pile the clothes that she had picked out in the duffel bag and then she zipped it closed. How was she going to get away now?

Throwing the duffel bag under the bed, Katlyn made her way over to the door and pulled it open and glanced down the stairs. She hadn't heard him come in, but that didn't mean that he hadn't. If there was one thing that she learned about Mark, during her time without her vision, it was that if he didn't want to be heard, he wasn't.

Stepping out into the hallway she moved toward the steps that lead down toward the front door and to the main portion of the house. Descending the stairs one at a time she continued to listen for sounds of Mark around the house.

Once she was at the bottom of the stairs she looked to her left and saw the living room, with the black leather couches and a huge TV, to her left she saw what looked to be a formal dinning area, but there was no one in the house with her. Bringing her vision back to the front door, she let out a scream of surprise when there was a strange face peering through the glass at her.