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Author's Note: Woo hoo! I love this story sometimes...especially when I have ideas for it. So I know what the last chapter/epilogue is going to contain. And I know how to start the sequel. I am going to put a poll on my homepage for you to vote on what Randy and Kailyn should name their unborn daughter so go vote! I want your opinions as well :)! I have to update It's Just Sex, Right? too. So Dommy, I hope you like this chapter :)!
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I didn't know what to do and I was starting to hyperventilate a little bit. He had his arms on each side of me and this was the first time that we had both been in a room alone together. Normally, there were a bunch of people in the room and he was at least fifteen feet or more away from me. I knew that Triple H was upstairs with Aurora but for some reason I couldn't find my voice or even manage to scream in fear. He pressed his lips against my ear as he smelled my hair.
"Mm…babe, you still smell good," he whispered in my ear.
My voice was still caught in my throat as he moved closer into me, his crotch now pressing against my ass as my small pregnant stomache pressed against the edge of the kitchen counter. I couldn't even bring my eyes to look out of the window above the sink; I was frozen in fear. He kept one hand on the counter but moved his right leg so that I was still trapped as he reached up with his right hand and pushed my blonde hair away from my neck. I whimpered slightly as my body trembled beneath his touch.
"Have you missed me?" He whispered in my ear before pressing his lips onto the skin against my neck.
I gasped slightly and tried to wiggle away from him. It was almost as if feeling his lips on my skin made me unfreeze. I tried to move away from him but he grabbed onto the counter and pushed me harder against the counter. I could feel my unborn baby kicking wildly at my stomache, not liking the pressure that was being put on my stomache.
"Let go," I whispered even though I had wanted it to come out in a deeper voice but a whisper was all that I could manage at this time.
I heard him chuckle as he pressed his crotch against my ass and I whimpered again. I didn't want this to happen again. I looked around the counter and my eyes landed on the butcher like knife that was just sitting a few inches away from me. I took a deep breath and let out a piercing, ear shattering scream and he instantly backed away from me and I took that moment to grab the knife and I wheeled around and looked at him. I saw Triple H rush into the kitchen from upstairs and then I saw Randy, my dad, John, Ken, Jeff, Stephanie, Rebecca, Cameron, and Cheyenne rush into the kitchen as I stood there with a butcher knife in my hands, tears now running freely down my face as I glared at Adam.
"Kailyn, put the knife down," my father said cautiously as if I was going to hurt somebody or myself.
I shook my head no as my eyes were fixated on Adam as he just blended in with the other people in the kitchen. He knew that if he left it would be suspicious. He just looked at me with a somewhat surprised look on his face but I knew that he was pissed off that I'd found a way to use my voice.
"Kaley," Randy said softly, taking a step closer to me but John pulled him back as I turned to Randy, pointing the knife at him.
"Randy, what are you doing?! She has a knife," John tried to hiss in a whisper but I heard it anyways.
"I know she has a knife, John, I have eyes," Randy snapped at the older man before shoving John's hand off of him and took a cautious step towards me as the tears continued to run down my face. "Baby, put the knife down."
He was pleading with me as he inched closer to me and I slid down the cupboards and sat on the floor but I kept a firm grasp on the knife. Randy knelt down in front of me and my green eyes looked into his as tears cascaded down my face.
"Please, Randy, don't let him hurt me again," I whimpered as I pulled Randy into me, letting him take the knife, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him close to me. He handed the knife to Shawn and he sat on the floor and cradled me in his lap.
"Don't let who hurt you again, baby?" He asked as he rocked back and forth with me in his lap as he brushed my hair away from my face as I clung to him, my fists grabbing his shirt.
"I don't want to do it with him again," I cried hysterically as I shook my head no against Randy's shoulder. "I said no."
"Baby, what are you talking about?!" Randy asked, frantically. He was confused, he didn't know what I was talking about.
"Please, Randy, make him leave," I pleaded with him as I thought he was on the same wavelength as I was.
He looked over to my father who looked beyond pissed off. My father had all ready guessed what happened but he didn't know who I was talking about. I just buried my face into Randy's shirt, holding him close to my body.
"I don't want him…to…rape me again," I whimpered quietly against his chest.
Randy's face fell from a concerned look to an angry look. He looked around the room and he took John out of the equation as well as Triple H and Shawn. He didn't know who could have done this to me and I hadn't really pointed any fingers yet. My eyes met my father's and his face was red with anger as he too scanned the room, wanting to know who the culprit was.
"Baby, tell me who did it," Randy said in a soothing voice as he ran a hand through my hair.
"I-I can't," I whimpered as I pulled Randy closer to me if it was at all possible.
"Yes, you can baby, just tell me who did it," Randy said in a hushed tone.
I sniffled and took a deep, shaky breath and looked into Randy's blue eyes. There was a tender look in my blue eyes. Randy leaned down and pressed his lips against my forehead and cradled me close to his body. He began to rock side to side to try to ease me back to a state of calmness. I rested my head down against his shoulder.
"Please, tell me, Kaley," he whispered.
I sniffled and looked up into his eyes, my eyes still filled with tears and the little mascara I had on was smudged down my face. He looked down into my eyes, concern etched into his deep blue eyes. I sniffled again and looked back into the crowd that I had attracted and my eyes locked on Adams and I began to hyperventilate again but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. I clutched onto Randy, my fists gripping his t-shirt hard. I finally turned my head and I buried my face against Randy's neck.
"Make him stop looking at me, Randy," I pleaded with him as I sniffled and kept my face buried against him.
He looked at everybody that was staring at me. My little scene had attracted the life of the party but Rebecca had ushered Cameron and Cheyenne back outside. She felt that they didn't need to see me turn psychotic. He couldn't tell who I was talking about with too many eyes staring at me. He looked down into my scared green eyes.
"Tell me his name, Kailyn and I'll make it better, I promise," Randy promised me.
I looked up into his blue eyes and I searched them. I noticed a concerned look in his eyes and I took a deep, shaky breath. I still wasn't sure if I wanted to trust him.
"You promise?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded his head as he ran a hand through my hair as I clung to him like a child did when their parent tried to leave them at a daycare or at preschool. I felt like a little child again and I still didn't know who I could trust. I looked back out into the crowd that I had attracted from my little scene. My eyes landed on my father who still looked infuriated with what I had revealed all ready. I scanned the room and my eyes landed on Triple H, who looked enraged. My breathing increased as my eyes met Adam's angry green ones once again. I gasped and buried my head back against Randy's chest.
"It…was—," I started but then I looked back out at Adam, my eyes finding his once more and I stopped for a moment as I could tell he was getting angrier by the minute. "Adam." I finished in a whisper.
The color drained out of Randy's face as he realized that his friend and former tag partner was behind the way I have been reacting over the past month or so.
"You stupid son of a bitch!" Shawn shouted as he grabbed Adam roughly by the arm and pulled him into the living room. "How dare you rape my daughter!"
"When did he rape you baby?" Randy asked, keeping his voice as gentle as he could.
I sniffled as I closed my eyes, trying to think as I heard Triple H and a few other people follow my father into the living room as my father drug Adam out of the kitchen. I reopened my eyes to see that Randy and I were the only ones left in the kitchen.
"I was 17 and my father and H had plans to go out and they still had somebody watch over me. They had happened to trust Adam and they left me with him and…well, you can figure out the rest," I mumbled as I buried my head against his chest, feeling safe in Randy's arms.
"It'll be okay, Kaley, I promise," Randy mumbled softly against my hair.
Randy stood up and helped me up but kept an arm around my waist as he ushered me into the living room to check to see what my father and the others were doing to Adam. I saw Triple H holding my father back and Jeff and Ken holding Adam in one place so he couldn't leave.
"Paul, let me go!" my father shouted as he tried to lunge at Adam. "That bastard raped my baby girl."
"Shawn, it's not worth it, don't take this road," Triple H shouted over my father's attempts to get loose as he restrained him from doing so.
"He hurt my baby girl, Paul, he hurt her," Shawn said his chest heaving with every breath he took as he glared daggers at Adam, wanting to kill him.
"I know Shawn but you don't want to kill him or go to jail for assault," Triple H said still trying to reason with the angry father. "I know how you feel Shawn but this isn't going to help Kailyn at all. Try to think what's best for your daughter, Shawn. Think rationally."
Shawn collapsed onto the couch after pulled away from Paul's grasp and he said, "Get him out of my house."
Jeff and Ken tugged Adam towards the front door and shoved him out after Ken kicked him in the ass. Ken glared daggers at the superstar and slammed the front door shut. I whimpered a little, scared that Adam would come back. This caused Randy to just pull me closer and rub my side trying his best to calm my fears. My father looked up at me and he stood up and took a step towards me.
"Kaley," he said, his voice tender.
I whimpered and stepped behind Randy and out of Shawn's sight. I peaked around to look at him to see that the color drained from his face, tears filling his eyes that were the same color as mine are. He sat back down as a few tears slipped down his face. He ran his hands over his face and then through his hair. Randy looked at me, turning to fully face me.
"Let's go home babe," he said softly.
"I want Kaidyn to come with us," I told him as if I had expected Kaidyn to stay here.
Randy nodded and pressed his lips to my forehead before he jogged upstairs to where Kaidyn was taking his nap. I sat down on the floor, my back against the wall. I pulled my knees to my chest and I wrapped my arms around my legs as tears began to cascade down my face once again. I could feel everybody's eyes on me, feeling sorry for me. I placed my forehead on my knees so that I couldn't see their stares or their watchful eyes. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and I opened my eyes and saw Randy holding a sleepy Kaidyn. I smiled at Kaidyn and I stood up and sniffled.
"Mommy, why are you crying?" Kaidyn asked as he reached out for me.
I took him in my arms and I hugged him close as I started to cry once again. I rubbed his back as I held him close to me. The little boy seemed to calm me down a little bit, if nothing else could it would be my own son.
"She needs help, Randy," John said, pulling Randy aside.
"No, she doesn't John. I'm all she needs right now and she doesn't need you to tell her what she needs," Randy snapped at his best friend and jerked away from him.
John sighed and ran a hand through his short hair as he watched me hold Kaidyn close and cuddle him close to my body. Kaidyn's legs were wrapped around me as far as they could reach with my small pregnant stomache. He looked at Randy trying to be angry with his best friend but he couldn't help but feel for Randy for all that he was dealing with.
"Randy, I just want what's best for the mother of my child," John said, pleading with his best friend. "I don't want her to hurt Kaidyn."
"And you think you know what's best for her, John? Do you remember what happened between you two?" Randy snapped at John once again. "And don't you even dare suggest that Kaley would hurt her own son, she loves him, John."
"I remember that you came between her and me, tearing my family apart, Randy so don't you dare say that I don't know what's best for her," John shouted, angrily. "And I know she loves Kaidyn Randy but she's emotionally unstable right now and I don't want her doing something she's going to regret."
"Oh yeah, John? If you had known what was best for her a few months ago, you wouldn't have walked out on her with your tail between your legs like the coward you are. And she wouldn't ever hurt Kaidyn no matter how stable or unstable she may be," Randy shouted back at him.
He walked back over to me, ending the conversation and rubbed my back before he ushered me outside to his Hummer. I took one last glance at the house before I handed Kaidyn to him as I let him strap Kaidyn into his seat. I sat in the passenger's seat. I was exhausted from crying and I flinched as Randy shut the car door.
About a half an hour later, we arrived back at Randy's houses. Randy slid out and I unbuckled my seat belt and got out as well. Kaidyn had demanded that I get him out of his seat and not Randy. Randy went to get him out but I shook my head no and opened the door and helped Kaidyn undo the seatbelt and I lifted him out.
"Mama, I love you," he said as he rested his head against my shoulder.
"I love you too, baby," I told him and I kissed his forehead.
Randy smiled at the scene and then led us both into the house. I set Kaidyn on the floor and let him run off to go play. Randy looked at me and I took a deep breath. I don't think I could cry anymore and I sure didn't have any energy to do anything.
"I'm sorry for the way that I've been acting, Randy," I mumbled.
"No, don't you apologize," Randy said softly as he pulled me into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around me and held me close to him. "None of this is your fault, Kaley and we'll figure this out and work through this, together. You have my word babe."
I sniffled a little and I let my arms wrap around him as well, holding him to me, still practically clinging to him.
"You promise you won't leave me because I'm damaged goods?" I asked sniffling a little as I pressed my cheek against his shoulder as I stared blankly to the side.
He removed one arm from around me and he tilted my chin up to look into my green eyes that were identical to my father's. He wiped the smudged make up away and leaned down and pressed his lips to mine for just a second before he pulled away. He rubbed my cheek softly as made sure that our eyes were still connected.
"Baby there isn't anything wrong with you. What happened a long time ago is not your fault and I don't like that you're blaming yourself. I wouldn't care if you were damaged goods because I love you for you, Kaley and there isn't anything you could do or say that would make me walk away from you, our baby, or Kaidyn. You are my family now and you can't get rid of me, you're stuck with me," Randy said as a soft smile covered his face.