*** Hello again. This chapter I use "You Belong to Me" by Patsy Cline.
Now, this song is in general a really nice love song. But I want you to
imagine it (if you don't have the song I would really recommend downloading
it because I really think it will make a big difference in how you read the
fic), anyways, imagine the song in a black and white movie on a static-y
radio. That kind of eerie sounding song you hear on a bunch of old movies.
Lastly, this chapter contains rather graphic violence and I seriously
recommend you not reading if that is going to disturb you. ***
*
// See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sunrise on a tropic isle //
"Where are you going tonight sweetheart?" he whispered into my ear. I remember when he would do that when we first started seeing each other. My insides would tingle with pleasure.
"Torrie and I were going to go dance," I said, turning so I could look at his face.
He looked over and smiled at my best friend. "Take care of my girl," he said. He then pulled me into for a brief kiss.
"Behave you two," he said, before walking away.
"I told you he would be fine with you going out with me," Torrie said, laughing at the concern I had voiced to her earlier. "Rob is always wonderful."
"Yeah," I echoed, sounding half-hearted even to myself. But Torrie was already heading down the hall. "Edge and Christian are probably ready already."
"Test and Christian?" I asked her, feeling certain dread. "You didn't tell me they were coming."
"Oh come on Stace," Torrie said, waving away my worry as only someone who doesn't know the whole story can. "They like you just fine."
"They aren't who I'm worried about," I said to myself, looking back toward where Rob had walked down the hall to his dressing room.
// Just remember darlin' all the while
You belong to me //
"Did you have fun without me?" he asked the moment I walked into the room. He switched on the light he was sitting next to. The glow was very dimmed and the lighting made him look rather eerie.
"I never have fun without you baby," I said sweetly.
"Then why did you go?" he asked, pressing his fingers together. His face showed no emotion, so it was impossible for me to determine how to deal with his question.
"It's been a long time since Torrie and I have had time together," I said, setting my jacket on the bed. "We are best friends."
"You were best friends," Rob corrected, getting out of his chair. "I'm your best friend now. Remember Stacy?"
"Of course Rob," I said. "I meant besides you, she's the only person I'm really close to. We've been like sisters."
"And how did you like spending time with Test and Christian?" Rob asked, his brown eyes narrowing as he dropped the boom.
"I didn't know that they were coming Rob, I promise," I said to him. "Torrie didn't tell me until we were on the way to the parking lot."
"You should have told me Stacy," Rob said, a dangerous glint in his eyes. I knew that glint. There was nothing in this world that I feared more than that look.
"I know Rob," I said, holding my arms out toward him to ward off any action he might make. "But Torrie dragged me along."
// See the market place in Old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs //
"You're a lying bitch!" Rob said, lashing his arm out and hitting me across the face. My eye felt like it was going to explode. It was all I could do to stay on my feet.
"Rob," I said, refusing to cry. He liked it when I cried. "I'm sorry. I would have told you, I really would have."
"But you didn't," he said. "It seems like you never learn Stacy. I keep trying to teach you, but you never listen to me."
"I do listen to you Rob," I said, backing up slowly. "I do. Please, please don't hurt me."
"Would you be quiet?" he asked, grabbing my arm and pulling me close to him. He kissed me deeply as he twisted my arm behind my back. "We wouldn't want anyone to think that you were unhappy."
"I'm not," I said, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. "I'm perfectly happy Rob."
"I know you are, but other people don't know that," Rob said.
"Rob, you're hurting me," I said. He proceeded to push my arm farther behind my back. He smiled cruelly as a tear slid down my cheek.
"I'm not hurting you," he said, as he licked the tear off of my cheek. "I'm helping you Stacy. I'm helping you become a better person."
// Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me //
He threw me towards the ground. My arm hit the leg of the table and I could tell there would be a big bruise there the next day. I looked up to see him smirking down at me.
"A dog learns quicker than you do," he said. He kicked at my abdomen with his booted foot.
"I learn," I cried as I rolled into a ball to protect myself.
"You never learn Stacy," Rob said, bending down so he could deliver a hard punch to my gut. He took a large chunk of my hair and pulled my head backwards so he could look into my arms. "Do you think I would do this to you if you learned?"
"I don't know," I cried. I was ashamed of the tears in my eyes. I was so weak where he was concerned. I let him hurt me. I never fought back. And I showed him when he hurt me.
"Get off the floor you dirty bitch," he said.
I scrambled off the floor as best I could. I wanted to cradle my arm that had been both twisted and then hit the table, but I knew better.
"Just, go clean that slutty make-up off," he said.
I nodded my head and walked toward the bathroom quickly.
// I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too, and blue //
"Stacy!" I heard a voice call to me from down the hall. I turned around to see Christian jogging down the hall of the hotel.
"Hi Christian," I said shyly. I combed a piece of my hair behind my ear as I waited for him to catch up with me.
"Are you on the way to the arena?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, nodding my head.
"Great," Christian said.
"Why don't we ride the elevator down together?" he asked.
I looked down the hall and then nodded. "Okay."
"Are you in a match tonight?" he asked, drumming his fingers on the panel of buttons to get the elevator to your floor.
"Yeah," I said, inwardly wincing. Whenever I had a match, Rob was invariably rough with me. It was an excuse for him. There was an easy explanation for any bruises I might acquire during the night. "I'm facing Lita."
"Ouch," Christian said sympathetically. "I've been on the receiving end of one or two of her moves."
He smiled in a way that reminded me of Rob when I had first met him. He had seemed so friendly and helpful. He never seemed to have a bad thing to say. He was all that was right with the world. And sometimes I still see that Rob. It's the only reason I don't try to leave him.
And because I'm too weak. I mean, he chose me. No one else could ever see anything good in me. Yet, Rob Van Dam, that remarkable athlete, saw something. Something worth loving.
// Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain //
"There you are," Rob said, as I stepped out of the elevator with Christian. He grabbed my arm, a lot more roughly than he normally did in public. "Hello Christian."
"Hey Rob," Christian said easily. He looked at me for a moment. I saw something flash in his eyes, something that almost seemed like concern.
"We're late," Rob explained to Christian.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Christian said. "I should have asked Stacy if she had somewhere to be instead of just trapping her in a conversation."
"It's no big deal," Rob shrugged. "You ready?"
"Yeah," I said softly, nodding my head.
"Good-bye Christian," Rob said, pulling me towards the door.
"Bye Christian," I said, looking behind me.
"Bye," Christian called after us.
"Spending a lot of time with Christian recently, aren't you?" Rob asked, speaking low so no one but me could hear the angry note in his voice.
"We just ran into each other at the elevator," I said.
He squeezed his hand tighter around my arm. "Do you try to make me angry?" he asked, his voice lethal.
"No Rob," I said. "I love you."
"You should," Rob said. "Because no one but me could ever love you."
// Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me //
"Stacy?" a soft voice asked from the door of my dressing room.
My head whirled to the voice. "Christian!" I exclaimed. "You can't be in here!"
"Why not?" Christian asked. "None of the other girls have ever kicked me out of their room before."
"Rob's coming," I said. "If he sees you he'll be mad at me."
"What's he going to do?" Christian asked. "Yell at you?"
"Please, just go," I pleaded with him.
"What's wrong Stacy?" Christian asked.
"You can't be here," I said, tears of frustration filling my eyes. "Why can't you leave?"
"Rob hits you, doesn't he?" Christian asked, nodding as if his worst suspicions were true.
"Just go!" I exclaimed.
"Don't let him hurt you Stacy," Christian said. "You deserve better than that."
"He loves me!" I exclaimed. "No one else loves me! You couldn't possibly understand Christian."
"I could try," Christian offered.
"Will you please just leave me alone?" I asked. "Then everything can be better."
// I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too, and blue //
"What would you do if I left you?" Rob asked me in the middle of the night. His hand was laying loosely around my throat.
"I don't know," I said.
"That's not good enough," he said, his hand tightening just a bit around my neck.
I felt panic rise inside of me. I never thought he would do something like strangle me. He had so much over power over me. It was almost scary.
"I don't know Rob," I said, trying to move away from him.
"Think," he said, squeezing a little tighter.
"I would be miserable," I said, feeling my breathing become labored.
"What else?" he asked, squeezing even tighter.
"I can't, can't…" I coughed, unable to breathe.
"You better think Stacy," Rob said. "The brain can only stand having no oxygen for about four minutes."
"I, I would die," I said, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. "I would kill myself."
"Good girl," he said, releasing my neck before kissing me deeply.
// Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain //
"I don't know how I ever could have thought you were pretty," Rob yelled as he punched me in the face.
"What did I do?" I cried. I had just come into the hotel room from the ice machine and he attacked me.
"You're such a bitch!" he exclaimed, punching me in the gut. I fell onto the floor, crumpled up in pain. I felt the ice that had fallen from the bucket I had dropped. "I know you are sleeping with Test behind my back!"
"No!" I exclaimed. "No, I love you Rob!"
"You lying bitch!" he exclaimed. He kicked me several times.
"How can you do this to me?" I asked between tears. "You love me!"
"You stupid little whore," he yelled. He picked up my head and then slammed it against the floor. "No one could ever love you."
"Please Rob," I cried. "Don't. I love you."
He picked me up off of the floor and dragged me towards the door. He opened it and then threw me out of the room and into the opposing wall.
"Stay the hell away from me," he said.
// Just remember 'til you're home again //
I was sobbing, laying on the ground of the hotel hall. I felt a warm, sticky liquid on my face coming from my nose and my temple, which could only be blood. My blood.
I wanted to die. I had never actually wanted to die before.
I picked myself off of the floor. I stumbled when I tried to walk because I had sprained my ankle when I was thrown across the hall. I stood straight and limped down the hallway.
I knocked at the door where I knew I would find a friendly face.
"Stacy!" Christian exclaimed, horrified at the sight of me. "What happened?"
"He kicked me out," I said simply, before fainting into his arms.
// You belong to me //
*** No, I don't hate RVD. I just wanted a different bad guy for a change. Mine tend to be HHH and well, HHH. ***
*
// See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sunrise on a tropic isle //
"Where are you going tonight sweetheart?" he whispered into my ear. I remember when he would do that when we first started seeing each other. My insides would tingle with pleasure.
"Torrie and I were going to go dance," I said, turning so I could look at his face.
He looked over and smiled at my best friend. "Take care of my girl," he said. He then pulled me into for a brief kiss.
"Behave you two," he said, before walking away.
"I told you he would be fine with you going out with me," Torrie said, laughing at the concern I had voiced to her earlier. "Rob is always wonderful."
"Yeah," I echoed, sounding half-hearted even to myself. But Torrie was already heading down the hall. "Edge and Christian are probably ready already."
"Test and Christian?" I asked her, feeling certain dread. "You didn't tell me they were coming."
"Oh come on Stace," Torrie said, waving away my worry as only someone who doesn't know the whole story can. "They like you just fine."
"They aren't who I'm worried about," I said to myself, looking back toward where Rob had walked down the hall to his dressing room.
// Just remember darlin' all the while
You belong to me //
"Did you have fun without me?" he asked the moment I walked into the room. He switched on the light he was sitting next to. The glow was very dimmed and the lighting made him look rather eerie.
"I never have fun without you baby," I said sweetly.
"Then why did you go?" he asked, pressing his fingers together. His face showed no emotion, so it was impossible for me to determine how to deal with his question.
"It's been a long time since Torrie and I have had time together," I said, setting my jacket on the bed. "We are best friends."
"You were best friends," Rob corrected, getting out of his chair. "I'm your best friend now. Remember Stacy?"
"Of course Rob," I said. "I meant besides you, she's the only person I'm really close to. We've been like sisters."
"And how did you like spending time with Test and Christian?" Rob asked, his brown eyes narrowing as he dropped the boom.
"I didn't know that they were coming Rob, I promise," I said to him. "Torrie didn't tell me until we were on the way to the parking lot."
"You should have told me Stacy," Rob said, a dangerous glint in his eyes. I knew that glint. There was nothing in this world that I feared more than that look.
"I know Rob," I said, holding my arms out toward him to ward off any action he might make. "But Torrie dragged me along."
// See the market place in Old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs //
"You're a lying bitch!" Rob said, lashing his arm out and hitting me across the face. My eye felt like it was going to explode. It was all I could do to stay on my feet.
"Rob," I said, refusing to cry. He liked it when I cried. "I'm sorry. I would have told you, I really would have."
"But you didn't," he said. "It seems like you never learn Stacy. I keep trying to teach you, but you never listen to me."
"I do listen to you Rob," I said, backing up slowly. "I do. Please, please don't hurt me."
"Would you be quiet?" he asked, grabbing my arm and pulling me close to him. He kissed me deeply as he twisted my arm behind my back. "We wouldn't want anyone to think that you were unhappy."
"I'm not," I said, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. "I'm perfectly happy Rob."
"I know you are, but other people don't know that," Rob said.
"Rob, you're hurting me," I said. He proceeded to push my arm farther behind my back. He smiled cruelly as a tear slid down my cheek.
"I'm not hurting you," he said, as he licked the tear off of my cheek. "I'm helping you Stacy. I'm helping you become a better person."
// Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me //
He threw me towards the ground. My arm hit the leg of the table and I could tell there would be a big bruise there the next day. I looked up to see him smirking down at me.
"A dog learns quicker than you do," he said. He kicked at my abdomen with his booted foot.
"I learn," I cried as I rolled into a ball to protect myself.
"You never learn Stacy," Rob said, bending down so he could deliver a hard punch to my gut. He took a large chunk of my hair and pulled my head backwards so he could look into my arms. "Do you think I would do this to you if you learned?"
"I don't know," I cried. I was ashamed of the tears in my eyes. I was so weak where he was concerned. I let him hurt me. I never fought back. And I showed him when he hurt me.
"Get off the floor you dirty bitch," he said.
I scrambled off the floor as best I could. I wanted to cradle my arm that had been both twisted and then hit the table, but I knew better.
"Just, go clean that slutty make-up off," he said.
I nodded my head and walked toward the bathroom quickly.
// I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too, and blue //
"Stacy!" I heard a voice call to me from down the hall. I turned around to see Christian jogging down the hall of the hotel.
"Hi Christian," I said shyly. I combed a piece of my hair behind my ear as I waited for him to catch up with me.
"Are you on the way to the arena?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, nodding my head.
"Great," Christian said.
"Why don't we ride the elevator down together?" he asked.
I looked down the hall and then nodded. "Okay."
"Are you in a match tonight?" he asked, drumming his fingers on the panel of buttons to get the elevator to your floor.
"Yeah," I said, inwardly wincing. Whenever I had a match, Rob was invariably rough with me. It was an excuse for him. There was an easy explanation for any bruises I might acquire during the night. "I'm facing Lita."
"Ouch," Christian said sympathetically. "I've been on the receiving end of one or two of her moves."
He smiled in a way that reminded me of Rob when I had first met him. He had seemed so friendly and helpful. He never seemed to have a bad thing to say. He was all that was right with the world. And sometimes I still see that Rob. It's the only reason I don't try to leave him.
And because I'm too weak. I mean, he chose me. No one else could ever see anything good in me. Yet, Rob Van Dam, that remarkable athlete, saw something. Something worth loving.
// Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain //
"There you are," Rob said, as I stepped out of the elevator with Christian. He grabbed my arm, a lot more roughly than he normally did in public. "Hello Christian."
"Hey Rob," Christian said easily. He looked at me for a moment. I saw something flash in his eyes, something that almost seemed like concern.
"We're late," Rob explained to Christian.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Christian said. "I should have asked Stacy if she had somewhere to be instead of just trapping her in a conversation."
"It's no big deal," Rob shrugged. "You ready?"
"Yeah," I said softly, nodding my head.
"Good-bye Christian," Rob said, pulling me towards the door.
"Bye Christian," I said, looking behind me.
"Bye," Christian called after us.
"Spending a lot of time with Christian recently, aren't you?" Rob asked, speaking low so no one but me could hear the angry note in his voice.
"We just ran into each other at the elevator," I said.
He squeezed his hand tighter around my arm. "Do you try to make me angry?" he asked, his voice lethal.
"No Rob," I said. "I love you."
"You should," Rob said. "Because no one but me could ever love you."
// Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me //
"Stacy?" a soft voice asked from the door of my dressing room.
My head whirled to the voice. "Christian!" I exclaimed. "You can't be in here!"
"Why not?" Christian asked. "None of the other girls have ever kicked me out of their room before."
"Rob's coming," I said. "If he sees you he'll be mad at me."
"What's he going to do?" Christian asked. "Yell at you?"
"Please, just go," I pleaded with him.
"What's wrong Stacy?" Christian asked.
"You can't be here," I said, tears of frustration filling my eyes. "Why can't you leave?"
"Rob hits you, doesn't he?" Christian asked, nodding as if his worst suspicions were true.
"Just go!" I exclaimed.
"Don't let him hurt you Stacy," Christian said. "You deserve better than that."
"He loves me!" I exclaimed. "No one else loves me! You couldn't possibly understand Christian."
"I could try," Christian offered.
"Will you please just leave me alone?" I asked. "Then everything can be better."
// I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too, and blue //
"What would you do if I left you?" Rob asked me in the middle of the night. His hand was laying loosely around my throat.
"I don't know," I said.
"That's not good enough," he said, his hand tightening just a bit around my neck.
I felt panic rise inside of me. I never thought he would do something like strangle me. He had so much over power over me. It was almost scary.
"I don't know Rob," I said, trying to move away from him.
"Think," he said, squeezing a little tighter.
"I would be miserable," I said, feeling my breathing become labored.
"What else?" he asked, squeezing even tighter.
"I can't, can't…" I coughed, unable to breathe.
"You better think Stacy," Rob said. "The brain can only stand having no oxygen for about four minutes."
"I, I would die," I said, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. "I would kill myself."
"Good girl," he said, releasing my neck before kissing me deeply.
// Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain //
"I don't know how I ever could have thought you were pretty," Rob yelled as he punched me in the face.
"What did I do?" I cried. I had just come into the hotel room from the ice machine and he attacked me.
"You're such a bitch!" he exclaimed, punching me in the gut. I fell onto the floor, crumpled up in pain. I felt the ice that had fallen from the bucket I had dropped. "I know you are sleeping with Test behind my back!"
"No!" I exclaimed. "No, I love you Rob!"
"You lying bitch!" he exclaimed. He kicked me several times.
"How can you do this to me?" I asked between tears. "You love me!"
"You stupid little whore," he yelled. He picked up my head and then slammed it against the floor. "No one could ever love you."
"Please Rob," I cried. "Don't. I love you."
He picked me up off of the floor and dragged me towards the door. He opened it and then threw me out of the room and into the opposing wall.
"Stay the hell away from me," he said.
// Just remember 'til you're home again //
I was sobbing, laying on the ground of the hotel hall. I felt a warm, sticky liquid on my face coming from my nose and my temple, which could only be blood. My blood.
I wanted to die. I had never actually wanted to die before.
I picked myself off of the floor. I stumbled when I tried to walk because I had sprained my ankle when I was thrown across the hall. I stood straight and limped down the hallway.
I knocked at the door where I knew I would find a friendly face.
"Stacy!" Christian exclaimed, horrified at the sight of me. "What happened?"
"He kicked me out," I said simply, before fainting into his arms.
// You belong to me //
*** No, I don't hate RVD. I just wanted a different bad guy for a change. Mine tend to be HHH and well, HHH. ***
