Sorry, I thought I would get home a bit earlier. I just got finished putting some final touches on this and I am whipped so I apologize for any mistakes. There's a surprise in this one, just saying.
I hope you like it! Lemme know!
Omniscient POV
Kendall was trembling from head to toe and she wasn't quite sure if it was from fear or how cold it was in the room she was in now. It was dark and slightly wet and she was regretting not wearing anything more than the light sweater she'd thrown on. Her mind kept going to John; thinking of him was the only thing that seemed to stop her tears. She tried to tell herself that Randy was telling her the truth that once Sam and Alanna were safe he'd go straight to John and let him know what was going on but she was having problems trusting Randy.
Punk told her he needed to speak with a couple of his friends for a minute but he'd be back soon. She didn't care where he was going, but she knew better than to tell him that. Kendall had all but promised herself that she was going to stay on his good side; she didn't want to do anything that meant she'd get hurt. Before he'd walked out the door Punk had petted her cheek, like she was some kind of animal, and she had to keep herself from turning just that little bit and biting his hand. If she didn't provoke him, he wouldn't have a reason to hurt her.
The door squeaked open and Kendall had to hold in a sob that lodged itself in her chest. There was no need for her to turn around to know that Punk had just walked through that door, returning to her as promised. If her feet weren't chained to the wall, she would have run a long time ago. He must have known that, though.
She felt his hand on the back of her neck and shuddered against the unexpected touch. If she had known it was going to be there she'd have been able to hold it in, but her back was to the door and she didn't even realize he was so close. He didn't like the movement she made as he gripped tighter, pushing her pressure points just right making her defenseless.
"Kitten, you know you want me too," he laughed as she made a noise indicating her discomfort, "Don't fight it."
"Please stop," she whimpered causing him to laugh harder.
His hand left her neck but a split second later she felt herself being whipped down to the floor by her hair. Her head hit the ground with a sickening thud and she groaned against the pain. Kendall wanted to reach up to her head, hold it to relieve the pain a bit, and just as she did Punk planted his foot into her stomach. With one hand on her head and the other wrapped around her stomach, Kendall didn't realize she'd just left her ribs wide open for his attack until she felt him bury his fist into them repeatedly.
"You don't tell me to stop. Ever," he growled.
He went to hit her again when Colt ran into the room, "Phil, we've had a breech. South side."
Punk looked down at Kendall suspiciously, "Did you or your precious little Barbie doll tell anyone where you were going?"
"No, Randy just told me he needed help. That's what I told John," Kendall said quickly.
"Are you sure?" he demanded.
"I swear, I didn't tell anyone. I doubt Randy would tell anyone, he wouldn't want anything more to happen to his family," she told him, the bitterness in her voice wasn't missed by him or Colt.
"Good. Colt, tell the others to take care of it. Kitten and I are going to leave tonight," Punk announced.
Kendall's breath caught in her throat, "Where are we going?"
"Home," he answered with a smile.
"I get to go home?" she questioned hopefully.
"To Chicago. You're coming home with me."
"To Chicago. You're coming home with me."
"But, I can't. I'm supposed to be eating dinner with John and Tasha and Sean. I told him I wouldn't be gone long. He's going to know that something is wrong if I don't go home. Please let me go home," she all but begged.
"The first person he'll look to is Randy. You left with him. Randy won't say a thing about me because he doesn't want anything to happen with his wife and daughter, who I must admit are both adorable. Although, neither of them holds a candle to you," Punk complimented.
Kendall rolled her eyes, "If they didn't hold a candle to me then he wouldn't have done this to me."
"Not only are you pretty and have a hot body but you're obedient. You'll listen to me. Sam was a piece of work, she wouldn't listen until we threatened that brat of hers," he said, ignoring her.
"You threatened Alanna?" she asked.
"We had to," Punk shrugged, "Now stand up. It's time to get in the car, before those fools get in here."
He pulled her up by her shoulders and bent down to unchain her. Kendall thought about kicking him as soon as she was free but she realize that she had no idea how to get out of the building. And even if she did, his men would catch her before she made it out anyway. Her only option was to hope that Randy told John soon.
"Let's go," Punk said, pulling her arm when she didn't make any effort to move on her own.
"I can't be with you," she told him as she struggled to keep up with his fast walk, "I'm married to John. I can't just leave him for no reason."
"Shut up, Kitten," he growled.
"Please, please Punk. Please don't do this," she pleaded.
He stopped suddenly, causing her to crash into him and fall to the floor. A voice called out to the two of them, one that sounded familiar to both of them and Punk immediately turned on Kendall. Her eyes widened as his narrowed at her. She wanted to back away from him but his gaze and her fear kept her paralyzed to the spot.
"You lied to me," he yelled and Kendall shook her head, "Don't tell me 'no'. You must have. How would he have known? Tell me Kitten! How would he have known?"
"I- I don't know. But I- I didn't tell him. I- I promise," Kendall told Punk still shaking her head.
He reached down and grabbed her by her hair, dragging her down the hallway. She cried out three times but got kicked in the back each time, getting the wind knocked out of her and pain shooting threw her body each time. Kendall decided it was a better idea to bit her lip instead of making noise. The only problem now was that she could hear him getting closer to them. He must have been running while Punk was dragging her and that couldn't have been very easy. If he could move just a little faster he'd be there.
When Kendall heard a door open and she felt herself being dragged out into the snow she cried out again, this time calling out for him. She wanted him to know that she needed him. And just as the door was closing she saw him. Punk pulled her to her feet then threw her onto a car, her face hitting the window. An instant headache all but blinded her and she cried for Punk to stop when she felt him pull her off the car.
One of his arms wrapped around her upper body, trapping in her arms, while the other reached around so his hand could cover her mouth and plug her nose. Her lungs started to burn the more she struggled, not getting enough oxygen and losing whatever she did have to her muscles. The second she heard the door opened she stopped moving, listening for her savior. She could hear the heavy footsteps but she wasn't sure if it was him or one of Punks men, until he called out to her.
Kendall screamed, sounding muffled from Punks hand, giving away their hiding spot. The only thing stopping her cry for help was Punk biting the side of her neck has hard as he could. Either he drew blood or he had drooled on her, whatever it was, was running down her neck. Just when she thought she was going to blackout from lack of oxygen, he let go of her nose and her savoir came into sight.
"Let her go," he demanded his blue eyes icy cold. Kendall's eyes widened when she saw the gun in his hand and when Punk didn't release her like he had asked, he cocked it.
"She doesn't want me to let her go. Do you Kitten?" Punk asked, mockingly. She tried to pull away from him, but he only held her tighter. "I said, do you?"
He uncovered her mouth and she cried out to her savior, "Johnny, please!"
"That wasn't the answer I was looking for Kitten," Punk growled.
"That's because she wants you to let her go. Now do it, before I have to kill you," John threatened.
"You wouldn't dare. Not with your precious Kendall right here. One wrong move and you'd hit her instead of me," Punk said with a smirk.
"Phil, I'm not going to tell you again. All of your men are down; you are the only one left. Now let her go and we'll let you go. We'll let you walk and we'll forget this ever happened. But if you don't let her go, I'll kill you and don't worry about me missing. I think we both know how good of a shot I am," John warned him.
Punk pushed Kendall away from him and she landed on the ground a few feet away from John. Her ribs were sore and she was still having trouble breathing, but the only thing that seemed to matter to her was that she was that much closer to John. She was that much closer to being safe.
"Whatever, I don't see why she means that much to you. We both know that once she pops out the kids you want, you'll be done with her. You'll get bored but you won't divorce her and you'll start the abuse again. Yada, yada, yada. It'll be just a load of fun if you ask me," Punk said sarcastically.
"Yeah, well nobody asked you, did they?"
"Johnny," Kendall called, bringing their attention back to her.
"Come on, Kendall. Let's go," he said, picking her up off the ground, cradling her in his arms carefully.
"Remember what I said, Kitten. In case you want a real man, I'll take you back. Even after he uses you," Punk taunted as they walked away.
Kendall's POV
I remember hearing Punk laughing as Johnny carried me away. Now I hear a lot of beeping. I don't want to open my eyes because I'm afraid that I dreamed up Johnny. I'm afraid that he wasn't real and that if I open them I'll be lying somewhere with Punk close by. I let myself take a deep breath and heard someone in the room take a sharp intake of their own.
"I think she's waking up," a low voice whispered.
I couldn't make out exactly who it was but the next voice I could, "Just let it come naturally. She'll wake up when she's ready to. We should have left right after they did. I can't believe we waited for that ten minutes to give Randy a head start."
I felt tears form in my eyes and I was glad they were closed. This was planned? Randy wasn't the only person in on it? I never thought my heart could hurt so much in all my life. I was sure it had broken into a million pieces when Randy traded me for Sam and Alanna, but now this. I can't handle this right now. I just- I can't even breathe.
The beeping started going crazy and my eyes shot wide open. I was panicking. Johnny's face was the first I found and as worried as his face looked and as much as I wanted to calm down, what I just heard made everything feel as if it was spinning out of control. When he married me, John all but promised he wouldn't use me as a pawn, but that's what happened. I was used as a pawn by my best friend. And now I don't know who to trust.
A nurse rushed in and shooed everyone out before putting a cool hand on my forehead. I could see her lips moving, soothing words coming out of her mouth but I couldn't hear any of it. Trying to take another breath in, I ended up coughing. The cough broke up out of my fog and the nurses words come into focus.
"It's alright sweetie. You're gonna be okay. Just take a deep breath in for me, yeah? If you don't I'll have to put the mask on ya. And let me tell ya, that mask isn't gonna be your best friend," the nurse teased, causing me to smile, "There we go. Are ya better now?"
I nodded, "What happened?"
"I'm not really sure sweetie. You're pretty beat up though. You've gotta couple cracked ribs and one of your shoulders was jammed. You've got some bruises here and there but they'll heal up just fine. The ribs are the main concern. Oh, and you have a concussion. You passed out on your way in and you've been out for a few hours or so," she explained.
"When can I go home?" I asked.
"I believe the doctor would like to keep you overnight for observation, simply because of your concussion and because you passed out almost instantly after acquiring it. Concussions are dangerous things and we don't want to mess with it, we want to make sure it isn't bad," she told me.
"But I want to go home tonight," I whined, "I just want to sleep in my own bed. I haven't been in it for two weeks."
"I'm sorry sweetie. I would love to let you sleep in your own bed, I understand how you feel. I have a fetish for my own bed as well. But we need to make sure this concussion isn't too serious," she said and I nodded, "Is there anything else, sweetie?"
"Well, I was just wondering who all was in here before I, ya know, had my little panic attack?" I asked, slightly embarrassed, "I mean, I saw my husband, but I didn't see anyone else. I heard some people but I couldn't quite tell who they were."
"Yes, John was here. I also think I saw a man with a lot of tattoos on his arms, a man who looked a lot like John just younger, a young girl with dark brown hair, and an older man," the nurse told me.
"That would be John, Randall, Sean, Tasha, and I'm not really sure," I said naming all the people she explained.
"He was wearing an expensive, flashy suit, grey hair. He had a funny kinda walk. He looked to be a father figure or a boss," she explained.
"Okay, I think I might know who he is," I said with a nod.
"Would you like me to let them in now?" she asked, laughing when I shook my head, "If it helps any, they really seem to care about you."
"Everyone except Randy. He's not allowed."
She nodded slowly, obviously not understanding my request that came out more like a demand than I had meant for it to be. There was a dagger sticking out of my chest and everyone I cared about seemed to be taking turns pulling it out and stabbing it back in. Not one of them cared about how I felt, not one of them cared about how this plan of theirs would affect me. They only cared about getting Randy's precious family back. To hell with what happened to me in the process. I can guarantee that neither of them ended up in the hospital and I know for a fact that Sam argued with Punk because he told me. I didn't argue. I didn't fight. I did everything he told me to and I still ended up here.
"Oh my god, Kendall!" Tasha yelled as she ran into the room.
The noise made my head pound and I closed my eyes at the sudden intrusion, "Hi Tasha," I whispered.
"What? What's wrong?" she asked.
"It's nothing. I just have a bit of a headache, that's all," I told her.
"Oh god. I'm sorry. I was just so worried about you and I needed to know that you were alright and then when you couldn't breathe I started panicking and-"
"Tasha, it's okay. I couldn't breathe because I was panicking, so stop. I'm fine," I assured her, forcing a smile on my face.
John and Sean walked in the room, followed by an older man with an expensive, flashy suit. And just like the nurse said he was walking funny. His arms swinging wide and his strides even wider, I had to stifle a laugh.
"Priceless," John said, calling my attention back to him, "This is Vince McMahon."
"Kendall, I'm so sorry that these are the circumstances we have to meet under. Please believe me when I tell you that we are dealing with Phil and his men, as well as the way Randy handled things," Vince told me and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
They weren't going to tell me. They were going to go along with the whole 'Randy used me but kept his promise to tell John where I was' story. Did they really think I was that stupid? If that were the case then how the hell did they get there so fast? Randy had barely left when Colt came in and told Punk about the breech. Whatever, they can think whatever the hell they want to think.
"I wanna go home," I complained, looking at John.
"I know sweetie. You can go home tomorrow, that's what the doctor said. I'm gonna have Sean take Tiny home though. She still has school in the morning," he told me.
"I ruined dinner. I'm such an idiot, I shouldn't have gone with him," I said, trying to make him feel guilty.
"No, Priceless, don't think like that. It's not your fault, you couldn't have known. You trusted him," he tried to comfort me.
"I should know by now not to trust anyone."