Chapter 21
For the next month, Caralyn was brutally raped and abused on a daily basis, locked in a room with a window that had metal bars on it, preventing her from escaping. John had moved them somewhere deep in the woods, knowing hotels wouldn't be the best place to rape and beat a woman without people catching on. That's the last thing John wanted was to have someone find out what he was doing to Caralyn and have them contact Randy Orton, so he moved her away to where nobody would ever find her.
He'd bought some property deep in the woods of Wisconsin, somewhere nobody would ever think to look, and had taken a leave of absence from work due to personal reasons. John knew Randy, Ted and Sheila had been searching high and low for Caralyn, laughing at their attempts to find her, knowing that would never happen. Every night like clockwork, John would come to her room, ask Caralyn a different question and rape her for countless hours.
Bruises, cuts and lacerations covered her entire body, but Caralyn eventually didn't feel anything anymore, completely numb from what John did to her. She'd lost hope that someone would find her, submitting to her fate of being raped and abused for the rest of her life at the hands of her ex-fiancé. Caralyn still fought whenever he came to claim her body for another round and John loved it when she fought him because assaulting him just lit him on fire and made the session that much more intense. Before John left the room, he always knocked Caralyn out with some kind of brutal attack.
Randy never left Caralyn's mind as she sat in the room day after day, night after night, knowing she was slowly going insane from the solitude. She was isolated from the real world and wondered if she would ever be able to go outside again to feel the sunshine on her face or the cool breeze. Her tears subsided because there was no point in crying, John wouldn't release her, stating she was his property and she would die in this room before he allowed her to go back to Randy Orton.
Her head snapped up, hearing the footsteps outside of her prison and immediately scooted back on the bed, trembling. Caralyn knew what was coming, wearing just a pair of panties, John refused to let her wear anything else and had ripped all of her bras to shreds. This particular night was different and Caralyn could sense it in the air the moment the door swung open, her eyes widening slightly. John had a dark fury in his eyes, something that terrified Caralyn because she'd never felt this much rage from John, not even during the raping.
"Get up."
When Caralyn didn't move, frozen with fear, John growled and stalked over to yank her up by her hair, causing Caralyn to cry out in pain. Before she could even utter a plea to not hurt her, John backhanded her hard across the face, causing Caralyn to fly back on the bed with a thud. His hand twisted in her honey blonde locks once again, this time wrapping his free hand around her throat and tossed her from the bed to the floor, watching her practically nude form slide against the wooden flooring. Caralyn scrambled away from him on her hands and feet backwards, freezing when she saw John begin unbuckling his jean shorts and pulled out a rather large black leather belt. Swallowing hard when he snapped it warningly at her, Caralyn knew this wasn't good and couldn't move when he stepped toward her.
"NOW is when the real punishment begins."
Screams of horror echoed throughout the room and house as John proceeded to beat Caralyn within an inch of her life with the thick black leather belt. Large welts throbbed all over her nude form, John having ripped her panties off to hit her right between the legs, blood smearing from the deep welts. Caralyn's screaming finally ceased when the pain became too much for her to handle, letting the welcoming darkness once again consume her as John continued beating her unconscious body with the belt. After a good hour and a half, John finally stopped, seeing Caralyn was out cold and stormed out of the room, his hunger for raping her deteriorating, especially since she couldn't fight him back.
That was his favorite part about it.
Hours later, Caralyn somehow regained consciousness and started to slowly stir, wincing at every part of her body pulsated with pain, swallowing hard. By some miracle, Caralyn was still alive and moved her head to look at the open door, struggling to even breathe because the pain was excruciating. Caralyn knew she had to fight through it, moving her head to stare out the one window she had and could see it was still dark outside, which meant John had probably drank a fifth and was currently passed out.
If she was going to escape, tonight was the night. Randy flashed through Caralyn's mind, causing tears to sting her eyes and that willed her to make it to her feet, using the wall for leverage. Caralyn glanced at the bed and knew the thin sheet was all she had to wear out of here, knowing it would have to do and stumbled over to it, biting back cries of pain. She immediately went to work as fast as her battered bloody body would allow, ignoring the pain the best she could, and managed to wrap the dress around her in some sort of tunic, making sure it was tight enough to where she could run if her body allowed it.
Slowly turning to look over her shoulder, Caralyn expected to see John standing there watching her every move, breathing a shaky sigh of relief when she didn't see anyone. Her feet were swollen and lacerated, but Caralyn somehow made herself walk toward the door, knowing if she didn't do this now, she would never escape John Cena unless he killed her. He probably thought he had, which was in Caralyn's favor as she headed out of the door, looking over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure he wasn't following her.
Caralyn made it to the stairs and slowly began descending them, keeping her hand clutched to the railing, wincing whenever a step creaked under her weight. It wasn't nearly enough to jolt the monster out of his slumber, much to Caralyn's relief, and she couldn't believe it when she took the final step off the staircase, arriving on the first floor. Tears coursed down her cheeks silently as Caralyn walked as fast as she could to the front door, looking behind her once again to see if John was there watching her.
Nobody.
Her heart was pounding a million miles a second, or so it seemed, and Caralyn bit back a cry of happiness when she opened the front door, which hadn't been locked. John thought she wouldn't be getting up from that beating and hadn't been thinking about the possibilities, though the man had no idea how strong Caralyn was when she had to be. Closing the front door behind her, Caralyn inhaled the night air and didn't care how cold it was outside, heading down the stairs before bolting into the woods. She didn't care how much pain tore through her body, all that mattered was Caralyn had to get as far away from John Cena as possible, which fueled her to keep moving.
Being in Randy's arms was all she thought about as she ran for her life.
Twigs and thorns pricked her body the faster she ran through the woods, but Caralyn had to put as much distance between her and John as she possibly could. After running several miles, Caralyn finally stopped and instantly collapsed, rolling down a steep hill in the process that lead to the main road that lead to a nearby town. Her body rolled right in the road with a thud, passing out instantly from how much pain she was in, and didn't care what happened to her as long as she didn't die at the hands of John Cena.
~!~
Randy had gotten some kind of lead from one of his many private investigators and headed straight for northern Wisconsin, not fully remember the town Pete told him. He just drove down the road, hoping to spot some kind of trail he could take in the woods, knowing he had to start somewhere. It was almost as if Cena had disappeared off the face of the planet with Caralyn, which scared Randy to no avail.
They had checked every airline, had every police station with Caralyn's photo plastered in them in case somehow came across her, but nothing turned up. That meant either Caralyn was dead and buried six feet under somewhere or she was in the clutches of Cena, who flat out refused to reveal his whereabouts to anyone, not even his boss Vince McMahon. Randy was running out of hope of ever finding Caralyn and felt sick to his stomach every night he had to go without having her in his arms, the month seeming like an eternity.
Nothing was working.
The police didn't know what to do anymore and had given up searches. To make matters worse, Randy couldn't imagine what John was putting Caralyn through if she wasn't dead already. Ted and Sheila were back on the road, promising to call Randy if they found Caralyn or any remnants of her, deciding traveling with the company was better than searching state by state, which is basically what Randy was doing.
His thoughts were complete cut in half and Randy slammed on the brakes, halting his Lincoln Navigator to a screeching halt. There was hair…blonde hair shone in the headlights that had red streaks in it. Randy didn't care who it was and immediately whipped his cell phone out, dialing 911 while rushing over to the individual who was lying in the road.
It was still dark and Randy was afraid to touch the body, having stopped just short of running over their arm, swallowing incredibly hard. He looked around, not seeing anyone in sight and slowly lowered himself beside the body, feeling chunks begin rising in his throat. The arm was covered in black and purple welt marks and it looked as though they had some kind of sheet on their body to cover as much as they could.
What the hell was a body doing in the middle of the road in Wisconsin at this time of night?
Against better judgment, knowing he shouldn't, Randy's curiosity got the better of him as he slowly touched the body and rolled them over, the headlights from the Lincoln Navigator shining brightly on their face. Randy's heart nearly stopped at the sight of Caralyn's battered face staring back at him, tears flowing down his cheeks, his eyes wide as saucers. After all the countless searching, Randy had found her in the middle of the road in a sheet beaten and battered!
"CARALYN!" He screamed out and immediately took her lifeless body in his arms, rocking her back and forth, not believing he found her and immediately checked for a pulse. "No, baby, come on. Stay with me, Cara. You can't die on me, you can't! GODDAMN IT! SOMEONE HELP ME!" Randy bellowed into the night air, hearing the ambulance sirens in the far distance, before beginning CPR until they arrived. He had to keep her breathing, had to get her heart started, anything to hear her voice again.
He could only hope the paramedics arrived in time to save her life.
~!~
~6 Months Later~
Blood pooled all around her body as the darkness slowly began consuming Caralyn, a darkness she frequented when she was in the hands of John Cena. Her eyes slowly began closing, needing the peace to envelope her because she couldn't take the pain she was in any longer. Tears of pure heartache and sorrow flowed down her cheeks, the numbing feeling overpowering her soul to the depths and slowly started feeling her heart stop beating.
After coding four times at the hospital and finally surviving John's assault, Caralyn was never the same again. She went to intense therapy sessions every day for six months, once she was fully healed physically from what John did to her, and finally gave up when they didn't help her. Nothing did. No matter how hard she tried, Caralyn couldn't rid herself of the pain and agony John Cena inflicted on her. He took something away from her that she never thought in a million years nobody would ever be able to take: her spirit.
It didn't matter if he was locked up for the rest of his miserable life, he had broken her completely down into nothing, not even a shell of who she used to be. He made her untrustworthy of any man who stepped within three feet of her and caused Caralyn to ultimately push away the only man she ever truly loved with every fiber of her being.
Her best friend, Randy Orton, and he'd finally given up on her because he couldn't even touch her without her flinching. She wasn't the same Caralyn he fell in love with and Randy couldn't take the rejection anymore, having run through every bit of patience before completely walking away from her. He promised they would remain friends, a shallow way of ending things, but they couldn't be together because Caralyn didn't trust him enough and never would.
Nightmares plagued her mind night in and out in visions of John raping and beating her, the images seared in her memory. They wouldn't go away and intensified, especially when Caralyn found out a few months after she escaped John's wrath that she was pregnant with his child. His evil spawn. The little pouch that was now Caralyn's stomach had stared back at her, growing inside of her with each passing day and it just fueled her depression even more.
Caralyn contemplated abortion, but even then the nightmares and memories wouldn't stop. They refused to leave her and turned the woman into an insomniac. Countless hours were used by watching her windows and doors carefully, always making sure they were locked and even had deadbolts installed on everything possible that provided entrance. Tears poured every night as Caralyn waited for the monster to come back into her life, to finally kill her and end her misery. He destroyed her mentality, which pretty much took everything else with it, including her sanity.
Sharp razors lay on the white tile bathroom floor streaked with blood along with a piece of paper that rested on the sink, blood coating the white porcelain. Smeared droplets were on the mirror and slowly sliding down as Caralyn's body lay dead on the floor, along with the life of her and John's unborn fetus, both slipping away.
~Randy
Being just friends doesn't justify the pain I've caused you. I know it's wrong to go this way, to end it like this, but I just can't live this life anymore…not without you. I've been so in love with you for a long time and it kills me to know that you're with someone else instead of me. Even though you deserve to be happy, I hope she's everything you want in life and more, the woman I never could be.
You'll never have to deal with me again because I've taken it upon myself to end my pain and misery for good. Forever. I don't know where my soul will end up, but at least I won't be in physical and emotional pain anymore. It was the only way I could think of to finally end it, the only thing that came to mind. It's the best decision I could come up with and I'm not sorry I took the easy way out as most will call it. I did what I had to do and I'm not ashamed for doing it.
I also want you to know that you're the greatest friend I've ever had, besides Sheila. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to survive this long. You were so supportive and understanding, helping me through everything that happened with John and I'll never forget you for that. I'll never forget you, period. This all happened because of that monster and I hope he rots in the depths of hell for what he did to me, along with his unborn child.
That's right, Randy. I was pregnant with his baby. The one thing that I thought would never happen did and I couldn't live with that. I couldn't have this baby knowing how it was conceived and dealing with the pain every single day and night of my life. Staring at it with pure hatred and malice, having to raise it. Hating my child with every fiber of my being because of who it's father is. The baby didn't do anything wrong, I know that, but it was an innocent victim just like I am in this entire situation and doesn't deserve to live, just like me.
I guess that's all I have to say. Before I go, I just want you to know that the blade is the most comforting feeling and I feel free finally of everything. All the nightmares, all the pain, all the anguish are vanishing and for the first time in my life, I feel peaceful and I know I'll be in sweet serenity on my path to the other side. I hope you don't hate me for taking my own life, but at this point, it was the only way.
Never again will I be plagued with nightmares and the pain John put me through. Never again will I bolt up in bed screaming bloody murder and crying my shredded heart out. Never again will my heart be torn to pieces because I couldn't give you what you needed and wanted. I will love you eternally and maybe in my next life, we'll meet up again. Until then, I guess what they say is true.
You can never be just friends when it's all said and done.
I love you, Randy.
Cara~
The rain poured in gallons around him as Randy stared down at the tombstone, holding the letter in his hands that was still streaked with Caralyn's blood, still not believing she took her own life. He would always love her, no matter what, and wished he could've been stronger for Caralyn. Randy felt his girlfriend wrap her arm around his waist, comforting him the only way she could.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek before bending down to place the letter on Caralyn's grave, knowing it was time to finally move on with his life. Sighing deeply, he kissed the tombstone and promised to never return, knowing he was closing this chapter of his life and opening a new one with his girlfriend, who would soon be his wife. Standing up, Randy extended his hand to the new woman in his life and walked away from the cemetery toward his Lincoln Navigator.
No matter what though, Randy's heart would always belong to Caralyn, even in death.
The End.